Here's to you, third trimester.

As promised, my next blog post is my birth story. And how very fitting as it all started three weeks ago, today...
Remember that weekend that actually felt like summer? It was 80 degrees all weekend. We had the air-conditioning on, I even floated in the kid pool with my kiddos. It was a perfect weekend. Hubby barbecued all weekend. Sunday night we had bratwurst with spicy mustard. We stayed up late. Kids didn't even go to bed until almost 10pm. I was six days past my due date but didn't feel like baby was coming anytime soon. We went to bed around 11pm. 
It was 2:30am and I woke up tossing and turning and just not feeling very good. I knew I had drank a ton of water so I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. The second I climbed out of bed, I felt like I was starting to pee. I rushed to the bathroom, thinking I was peeing my pants, and the second I stepped foot in the bathroom a huge gush of water covered the floor. My water broke! Never in a million years did I think my water would break on it's own. With my first two kiddos, my midwives had to break my water. 
I called to my hubby, who I could see from the bathroom, and told him my water broke. He sprung out of bed like a kid on Christmas grinning from ear to ear. I hopped in the shower where my water continued to leak like crazy. Justin called our midwife and since I wasn't having any contractions, she encouraged us to get some sleep until things picked up. 
We layed in bed, 3:30am rolled around and contractions started. And just like with my other babes, they came on like a storm and hit me back to back, no breaks! We started getting everything ready because, third baby, and we weren't ready. lol. 
5am rolled around and the car was packed, kids rolled out of bed and we took off. We went and dropped the kids off with our pal, so she could feed, dress, and meet us at the birth center. 
It was 6am when we pulled into the birth center. My contractions were back to back and there was NO BREAK. I was 7cm and having the worst back pain. 
Baby was posterior and every contraction made me feel like my back was breaking. After about an hour it was clear that baby wasn't in the best position and wasn't dropping down into the right position. My cervix was also starting to swell. Now comes the fun part. In order to get baby in a better position I had to spend time in positions that were horribly painful. I had to lay on each side, on my hands and knees, on my back, all things that felt awful. And here comes the TMI, which you knew was coming because you are reading a birth story , hehe. My midwife had to physically keep my cervix back while I was contracting, so that the head could finally clear and I would be able to push. 
It was now time to push and I was able to get into the tub to have the water birth I had planned. Within minutes baby's head was out. But that was it. Nothing else. Baby was STUCK! My midwife told me I needed to get out of the tub. But the head was out, I didn't move and looked at her like she was crazy. Then in a very serious voice she told me I needed to get out of the tub, NOW. I flew, head first out of the tub as fast as I could, with Justin pulling me by one arm. I didn't know what was going on but I was worried. 
There we were, all of us on the ground, next to the tub. I was on my hands and knees, the last position I would have picked to deliver my baby. But still, baby wasn't coming out. With my midwives manually trying to turn baby, and me pushing, I heard her tell the assistant she needed the episiotomy scissors. You know what that means right? Oh hell no did I want to be cut and stitched. I pushed as hard as I possibly could and baby finally came out. 
There baby laid on the floor, stunned, not crying or moving. The legs positioned just right that you still couldn't tell if baby was a boy or girl. I reached over and moved baby's legs and looked at Justin, "It's a girl!!" He was in shock, he thought for sure she was a boy. She was HUGE. We started rubbing her. My midwife then said, "she has a couple more seconds to cry or we need to cut the cord and get her breathing". Just then she took a big breath and started crying. All was good, and she was perfect. 
We could not believe how big she was, 11lb 2oz and 22 1/2 inches long. Our biggest baby by far. 
The reason she was not coming out was because she had Shoulder Dystocia. The definition is: a specific case of obstructed labour where after the delivery of the head, the anterior should of the infant cannot pass below, or requires significant manipulation to pass below, the pubic symphysis. It is diagnosed when the shoulders fail to deliver shortly after the fetal head. 
Scary thing about Should Dystocia is that 20% of babies suffer injuries from it, either permanent or temporary. Injuries like broken arms, broken collar bones, etc. Luckily, our baby girl did not break any bones. Phew!
And while it seemed like it took forever, I actually only pushed for 18 minutes, and Shilo Jane was born at 8:35am. 
In the room, I had the most amazing partner at my side at every moment. I also had an amazing team that included my wonderful midwife, fantastic birth assistant, and rockstar photographer. They were the dream team! 
In the waiting room was family and friends. We had so much support, we are truly blessed!
We were in the car and headed home by 11:30am. 

Terrified with an "F bomb"

Well here I am, 39 1/2 weeks pregnant. The end IS here. At some point in the next couple weeks we will have a new baby. Everyone keeps asking me "you ready?" or "are you excited to be done?" or from the random strangers "you look like you are ready to be done".  Of course I give off the usual "yes, can't wait" or something along those lines. But the true reality is I am fucking terrified. Yep, baby number three and terrified. 

Birth is no joke. It is hands down the hardest thing you will ever do and completely scary to think about. Thank you social media for all the horror stories you hear on a regular basis. Or the many moms who have told me that their third baby was their most difficult labor. Total peace of mind. Not really... 

I am not looking forward to labor, to pushing, or my favorite part, when they have to massage your stomach AFTER birth. Like what kind of sick torture is that? If you have had a baby, you know what I am talking about, it is terrible. (I would hope they don't do that to you if you have cesarean though, ouch!) 

Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to meet my little peanut and FINALLY know if my little one is a boy or girl. I had an ultrasound yesterday to check baby position and could see some very chubby cheeks and baby was even licking, it was so cute! It definitely made me more excited. But all that other stuff, the sleepless nights, the nursing, the healing after labor, ugh... I am not looking forward to it. 

And remember my last post about postpartum depression? I know it is coming, and quite frankly, it may already be here. I hate that feeling of uncontrolled emotions, it's exhausting. I am so beyond thankful to be heading into summer where I will get so much vitamin D and family time. But you can't control when you are fighting a chemical imbalance, it has to run it's course. 

I know things will be fine... eventually. I feel like I really start to like my kids around 3 months. I know that sounds terrible, but it's true. I feel like I finally get to know them and they get to know me. Before 3 months I am in pure survival mode. Taking care of everyone, meeting all the needs, figuring out likes and dislikes, and still maintaining my sanity. 

So yes, I am ready to be done. I am ready to be done with the contractions, sleepless nights, and swollen feet. But I am not quite ready for what comes next... birth. Thankfully I am so damn stubborn that I get through it, but man, that is some serious business. 

My baby is currently hanging out posterior, which makes labor intense, and babies late. So I am working on getting this baby in the right position. Send good thoughts this way! Let this baby just "fall right out" haha.. and I will be happy. 

Don't ever, for one second, think you have to be in this alone. Find your support system. My hubby is great and I have built an unstoppable tribe of family and friends. You have to build your tribe. You can't just let it come to you. Put yourself out there, be honest about what you are going through, everyone is fighting some sort of battle you know nothing about. I will never stop talking about postpartum depression because it is so important to be talked about and supported. It sucks and you don't have to do it alone. 

I know my next post will be my birth story and I can't wait to share it with you. I appreciate you all more than you will ever know.

Planning on kicking postpartums ass.

If you have ever had a deep parenting conversation with me, you have heard me talk about postpartum depression. I like to throw it around as casually as one talks about brand of diapers, favorite bottles, and best carseat, because it's just about that common. 
Whenever I bring it up I have big, wide eyes on me. It always throws people off. I know our society is in favor of hiding mental illness. Why on earth would we ever want to normalize something that so many people suffer from? But it is real and almost every single mother I meet has dealt with some sort of postpartum depression. 

What is postpartum depression you ask? Well, I wish I could answer that, but unfortunately I can't. Here is Wikipedia's short version: Postpartum depression (PPD), also called postnatal depression, is a type of clinical depression which can affect both sexes after childbirth. Symptoms may include sadness, low energy, changes in sleeping and eating patterns, reduced desire for sex, crying episodes, anxiety, and irritability. While many women experience self-limited, mild symptoms postpartum, postpartum depression should be suspected when symptoms are severe and have lasted over two weeks.

The problem with this description is what it's not telling you. It is not telling you that it can happen while pregnant, or years after baby is even born. There are so many different spectrums of this depression, there is really no great information on how to deal with it as it effects everyone differently. 

For me, it was straight UGLY CRYING for days. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. With my first born, he was five days old and my husband was back to work after two days old. I cried, and cried, all day, every day. Nothing helped. I didn't know what was happening and everyone I reached out to didn't really know what was happening either. I think it was about three weeks of crying until I was finally sending texts to my husband like "I haven't cried at all today!" I was finally put in contact with a few momma's I knew in high school who had babies at the same time as me and were also going through similar things. It was life saving to have those women to talk to. We would text each other all day, checking in, venting, sobbing, etc. It helped get through he hard times and I was lucky enough to feel better rather quickly. The sobbing was about three weeks long, and the depression in general a few months. 
With my second child she was not even 24 hours old before the ugly crying began. I can remember sitting down to dinner with my husband holding our baby girl, my 2 1/2 year in his high chair and I would just have to get up and walk to our room because a new wave of tears was coming over me. I was so convinced I wouldn't have postpartum depression the second time around because it wasn't my "first rodeo" but boy was I wrong. I cried all day, every day. And even with my husband home, I cried at the idea of him returning to a work in a week. Everything was a mess. I cried for less time the second time though. It was a couple weeks of crying, then a few months of depression and I was out of the cloud. 
I can remember spending HOURS scrolling the internet trying to find help, but everyones story was different. I just wished it was simple, and there was a simple solution. I tried to find a councilor but they ones that my insurance covered dealt with depression in general, not specifically postpartum. I couldn't find any that specifically dealt with PPD and if infuriated me. How do we have this huge need for something and no help?
Well the most common advice was GET OUTSIDE. And we did. Even though my daughter was born in February, we were outside immediately and those days did definitely feel better. 
As I am gearing up for baby number three I KNOW I will have PPD. I am preparing my self for the inevitable that is a wicked ride of emotions. 
We very carefully planned to have a summer baby. There was no way I was doing a winter baby again, haha. So this time around I am banking on the sunshine, summertime to be a huge help. I am also working with a few essential oil ladies to get me set up with the best oils to use on my body and in my diffuser as well. I am also going to be encapsulating my placenta. And the other thing is swimming, I have been swimming since September and it makes me feel good, so I am crossing my fingers that I can get back into the pool 6 weeks postpartum and that will help as well. 
And of course the most important thing of all... MOMMA TRIBE!!! You MUST have a momma tribe. It is so extremely important to have other mommas you can vent to, cry to, talk poop to, because at the end of the day, you have to remember that your partner is working hard and they are also exhausted and can't talk all the nooks and crannies of your everyday with you. If you can help it, NEVER angry text, or even sad text them while they are working. I mean think about it, if they could be home and take away all your troubles, they would. But they are stuck at work, already feeling crummy that YOU are feeling crummy, and then you text them unhappy things and it just makes things so much harder. Always try to give them your positive and have a momma tribe to air out your negative. 

So now I ask YOU...
What are some things you found that helped you deal with PPD, baby blues? Anything I haven't mentioned? Or did I mention something that worked well for you? 
I would love to hear from you or just hear your story in general.

"We rise by lifting others"-

When it comes to your life, who supports you? I don't mean financially. I don't even mean who you call to vent to. I want to know who actually shows the most support when it comes to your life, job, life time events?
This is something I have been struggling to write for awhile now but it's been on my mind for longer than I can remember. The people who support me are not who you would think, and it drives me crazy. Yes, it really does. Because whether or not you think YOU matter, you do.
The most obvious thing in my life, when it comes to support, would be my business. Owning my own photography business has been such a huge blessing and true calling to me. It is absolutely a huge referral business. Never did I think that my referrals would be coming from my acquaintances and customers, more than my family and good friends.  Why is it that we are always so quick to support the people we don't know, the brands that mean nothing, the chain businesses we have no connection with? But when it comes to supporting someone you love, where are you? I am constantly sharing my friends businesses, blogs, crafts, etc. Because I know how much those referrals matter.
I give my husband a hard time because he goes to work everyday with thousands of people, yet I never get referrals from him. I would love to get an email that tells me the customer heard about me from my family and close friends.
It isn't just about my business either, but also life events, for example my kiddos preschool auction is coming up. I have had so many great people reach out, willing to help in any way they can. Some of these people I haven't seen in 8 + years. Some of these people are clients. And some of these people are just old high school acquaintances. It is so beautiful to see these wonderful souls going out of their way for me and my kiddos. I could not be more proud to call them friends.

Okay, back to photography for a minute. I "like", comment encouraging words, etc. another photographer EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don't feel competition. I don't fear encouraging others. I genuinely want all people to succeed. I can't wrap my head around the amount of photographers that don't even bother to respond to me. It really shows the kind of people they are. Yet I follow photographers that have 20 thousand followers and they still take time out of their day to respond to me and thank me for my compliments. Again, shows the kind of person they are. 

This post is not meant to make you feel bad. But if it does, it might be time to show the people in your life that you support them. It might be time to ask them how their crafts are going, how their business is going, comment on their cute pictures of their dog, or kids. Show that you care. Respond when people post on your pictures, because they took time to tell you how adorable your kiddo is, or how great of a sunset you captured. When you stop showing that you care, you will slowly lose them. They will stop trying. 

Why your politics suck.

Yes I truly believe your politics kind of suck. I mean, do you actually know what politics even are? When to vote? How to vote? Who does what? How long they serve?
Do you actually know where your candidate stands with climate change? On education? etc. These things are actually important to know. But instead of taking the time to read through the candidates websites, watch their speeches, you post meme after meme about things that aren't even real.
I mean, if the internet could be at your finger tips, would you take the time then? Oh... it already is? You can just pick up your phone and do some actual research?
I meet people all over the place that begin to talk politics, they tell me who they are voting for, and then at some point they say "well I actually don't know where he/she stands on this, I don't really know a whole lot about what they believe, but I don't like that they did.......".
This is seriously the most common thing I hear people say. I have said it before as well. There are certain things I do not know about each candidate. I will be the first to admit it. But I also will be the first to say I have gone through their websites. I have read what they believe and stand for. I also watch their speeches and only watch full footage and not pieced together clips that don't portray the entire story.
If you can not take the few minutes to check a story, or a picture to make sure it is even accurate, you are part of the problem! Every single time I see something that catches my attention, I take the few minutes to see if it is even accurate.

Here is a perfect example...  I have seen many people post the picture of Russel and Hawn in their "Trump" gear. It took me about 20 seconds to find the original photo. This is not rocket science.

If we want better, we need to act better. Stop sharing garbage. Spread real information. Convince us that your candidate is worth it. Why should we vote for them? If all you have to share is "Hilary for Prison 2016", you are spreading garbage and you are the root of the media feeding us garbage. Do better! I believe in you :-)

All new parents are crazy

Now that was a title to grab your attention. You are probably wondering if that is really what I am writing about. And the answer to that questions is: YES. I really am going to tell you about how crazy all new parents are.
It is perfectly normal to be crazy. Well, a crazy new parent that is. Your entire world is changing and all of a sudden, every decision you make is a critical one. Where are you going to give birth? How are you going to give birth? Are you going to delay clamping? How will you feed your baby? Where will your baby sleep? Circumcision? Vaccines? Carseats? etc.
The hardest thing about all these decisions is that there is an option you are NOT choosing, which means that you will have people who do not agree with you. And guess what? That is completely okay.
I can remember people, strangers, having complete opinions about the fact that we did not know the sex of our babies. Like seriously concerned about how we will decorate or prepare. Well we did that twice and survived just fine. Or people being concerned at our choice of going to a midwife and birth center. I swear, every single person asked me how close we would be to a hospital.
Now I can't speak for new dads in this, but definitely new moms. When you are holding your newborn baby, completely sleep deprived, and they are asleep on you, but you don't want to move because god forbid that little monster wakes back up to nurse, (and you are sick of nursing already,) you decide to scroll social media on your phone. And this is when the crazy comes out...
You are scrolling and come across one of the hot topics. Let's use vaccines for example. There are trolls out there who are going to say "if you do not vaccinate you are the devil and deserve to die". Then there are trolls out there that say "if you put poison into your baby they will die and it will be your fault". Holy crap that is a lot to deal with. Now remember, you are sleep deprived. Your abilities to keep scrolling are not what they would be if you slept like a ... dad.. hahaha. (love you honey). So you engage. You start arguing with these trolls. You feel like crap, you're mad, hurt, you start questioning your choices, so then you start posting on your own page.
This is all normal. But no one thinks about it. They don't think about what you are going through. They just see the heat you are giving to support YOUR choice. Well, out comes the anger in family, friends, acquaintances, who do not agree with you.
Whether you are looking for support in breastfeeding in public, bedsharing, daycare, etc. Everyone has a different opinion and different circumstance.
So this is what you can do to salvage your relationships. To end the drama. You can realize that everyone is going through this, we are all "crazy new parents". And when someone posts something you do not agree with, simply show compassion by not engaging.
Today I was reminded of this. I have really tried to remember that there is a reason we are friends on social media. There is a reason you are a part of each others lives. I don't want my friends to be the same as me. I want them to confide in me and share their struggles and challenges and know that I will not judge them.
So next time you see a momma post about breastfeeding, or drinking coffee while pregnant. Instead of arguing, offer support. Know that we are all a little crazy and are trying to survive this thing called "life" together.

Can you hear me now?

You are exhausted, you have a million things on your mind, you are in the middle of folding laundry and your spouse comes in and starts telling you about work. You snap in frustration because that is just one more thing taking up space in your brain that you can not handle, right?
First of all, know that this is normal. We all do this. And it is not gender specific, we all do it.
Sometimes we are just not interested in what our spouse is talking about, and that is okay. But what you do next is what matters and can literally make or break your relationship.
A long time ago I was listening to the radio and it was talking about relationship advice. It was talking about the art of conversation. How we get so busy and overwhelmed that we can easily shut down our spouses when the conversation is distracting, boring, or just in general not on your mind at that moment. It isn't that you don't care about your spouse and what they have to say, but you just have other things on your mind.
This is where YOU can make or break your relationship. You have two choices.
I am in the middle of loading the dishwasher, with dinner on the stove. I am thinking about all that I have to do tonight before bed, and tomorrow. My husband comes in and starts telling me about work and what someone did to get in trouble, etc. I turn to him and say "babe, I am cooking and doing dishes, can you go do some laundry or something?" OR you stop what you are doing and listen. You realize he wants to tell you this story, no matter how significant, and you listen.
What studies have shown is that if you stop listening, if you show your spouse that you do not care what they have to say, then they stop telling you stories. They stop sharing, talking, etc.
Whether you are going into detail of all the cute things your kiddo did at preschool, or your spouse is talking about the crazy lady yelling at the checker at the grocery store, you can show each other you care by just listening. Put down the phone, stop doing the dishes, make eye contact, and listen.
This goes for your romantic relationship, but also your relationship with friends, and family. If your family member calls to vent, listen. If your friend has to vent about their dating situation that you have heard a thousand times, listen anyways. If you push these people away by rushing them off the phone or shutting them down, do you think they will keep calling? Do you think they will look at you as someone who they can share their positive and negative with?
I encourage you all to think about how this affects your daily life, catch yourself doing it and change the behavior. I am so incredibly thankful for that radio station that day, it has been on my mind ever since and has changed the way I listen to everyone in my life.

Family <3

lifelong friends <3

My 2 year old scar

While some of you may have heard bits and pieces of my last birth on Facebook, I haven't actually sat down and put it to paper (or keyboard). So here is my story...

I was convinced there was no way baby number two was going to come past my estimated due date. This was my second time around, surely things would move quicker along. But here I was, eight days past my estimated due date. We had gone in for a morning appointment with our midwives. They did a NST (non stress test) which is normally protocol after the due date has come and gone. Our babies movements were mild and not where they had hoped it would be. We headed out for an ultrasound that showed all was well, then ate some lunch, then back to the midwives for another NST. 
This time the movements were still fairly mild. 
At this point the midwives went ahead and striped my membranes, which was extremely difficult due to baby being so high up. They sent us home with instructions to "castor oil" things along. Lucky for us, we didn't even make it home before contractions started regularly. 
We headed back to the birthing center around 4pm. Contractions were regular and we were walking around downtown Everett, up and down hill, trying to move things along. By 7pm I was dilated to 5cm so we decided it was a good time to break my water. 

Jaymeson snuggling with me before they broke my water.

Baby was stuck...

Literally, that is what I was told. Our baby was in an awkward position and was not dropping down into the birth canal. This was not what I was expecting. Jaymeson's labor and delivery was a breeze, no complications. So at this point I was exhausted, confused, aching, and emotional. We started with many different positions and pushes on the bed, laying on my side, back, hands and knees, constantly moving. Finally I was able to get into the tub and labor where I wanted to be. 

Jaymeson ran in to give me a kiss. 

It wasn't working. The water was slowing everything down. It was making my contractions spread out way too far. I wanted to just stay in there, I was so exhausted. But I had to get back out and labor more on the ball, bed, and walking. Baby wasn't where he/she needed to be. 

Finally, after my midwives broke their backs physically getting baby in the right position (worst pain ever), I was able to get back in the tub to deliver this little bundle we were so ready to meet. 

Best husband ever.

We got back in the tub, and again, everything stopped. My contractions went away. I was not meant to have this baby in the tub. I was told we needed to get out. I stepped out and sat on the birthing stool,  and my midwife practically had to catch the baby in the air, he/she flew out so quickly. 

It's a girl!!

This picture is from the exactly moment she was born. Holy, moly, it's a girl! My husband was totally speechless. With our son, he yelled "It's a boy!" but with this little peanut, he couldn't say a word. I was the one who ended up yelling that we had a baby girl. We couldn't believe it! I was convinced it was a boy but during my labor, my midwife had said that the baby felt smaller than Jaymeson, so there was a little thought in my mind, maybe it was a girl? Sure enough, it was. Leonora Mary, 8lbs 13oz. 

This squishy little girl arrived to us face first, yep, she was brow presentation AND posterior. 

Posterior position means that babies back is to your spine, giving more back labor, and in general more difficult to deliver. Only about 4-10% of babies are born posterior. While 50% of babies may be posterior in the beginning of labor, they normally turn, which is why the percentage of babies born posterior is much lower. 

What is brow presentation? This is where your the largest part of the babies head will be trying to fit through your pelvis during birth. This means that instead of the back of the head coming through the birth canal first, your baby will be looking up leading with it's forehead. The chance of baby being born "brow presentation" (also called "military") is .4% chance. I haven't been able to find a percentage for a baby being born BOTH posterior and brow presentation, but clearly based off the above statistics for each, you get the picture of how rare this is. 

Needless to say, I am beyond grateful for my midwives. There is no possible way I would have ended up with a vaginal delivery if I had been in a hospital. It just would not have happened. Thank you, a million times to my wonderful team of midwives at Cascade Midwives and Birthcenter. 

This birth scared me. I didn't know if I was going to be rushed off to the hospital, or what was going to happen. I was white as a ghost and in shock after Leonora was born. I didn't want to hold her. I wanted everyone else to hold her and I wanted to just watch. I was exhausted. 

I couldn't even look at the pictures from her birth for almost a month. It made me instantly cry. I had PPD (postpartum depression). While I would love to go on to that subject, I will save that for another day, another blog. 

Anyways, two years later I am over it. I enjoy looking back and telling my story, something I couldn't do for a long time. I am proud. 

Happy Wednesday!

Turning your back on technology

Oh snap, another mom blog about why you shouldn't let your kids watch so much tv, blah blah blah. Right? Well you might be a little right but you should definitely keep reading.

No big surprise that kids these days (and adults) are watching far too much tv, or too much time on their phones, playing games, or social media scrolling, etc. And sometimes the idea of cutting it out can be so overwhelming. I can remember many times where I needed those moments of down time and cartoons on to be able to load the dishwasher without 499 interruptions. But take a step back and look at the big picture. Really look at how much of your day is spent looking at a screen or device. 

It is time to set some boundaries. One boundary I have is my phone. Phones cost us WAY too much money to be broken by little fingers. I do not have games on my phone for my kids. I also don't want to risk the chance of them deleting my pictures. So they never get to use my phone and it is just the way it is. They never even ask. 

When Leah was young, about 8 months old, I would put pandora on my phone and lock it and give it to her to rock out with as I did dishes or folded laundry. Well big mistake on that one. It was quite the process over time to re-train the fact that my phone was off limits. It was a struggle but we got through it and now she doesn't ask to have my phone, phew, survived that obstacle. 

Another thing I think is important is detoxing. I talk about detoxing a lot, from many different things. But here I am using it to remove the habit of tv watching. In my house, my kids are on day SIX of no tv. They also don't have tablets or any electronic devices, so they have been six days with out any sort of electronic. They didn't get into trouble or anything, I just decided to detox from it. One thing I hate most is when my older kiddo (4 years old) wakes up in the morning and asks for cartoons. Before we are even out of bed! It drives me crazy. So six days ago I decided, "NOPE", no cartoons today. And the next day was the same answer. Now for the last three days he hasn't even asked ONCE for any cartoons at all. I am just loving this. My 2 year old could care less about cartoons so she would never ask. We have a busy weekend and next week so I am just going to keep it up as long as I possibly can. 

This isn't the first time I have done this. I often "take away" tv for days on end. I like to make sure my kiddos aren't addicted to it. I will also go through phases where the only thing they can watch is educational. My kiddo LOVE Bill Nye the Science Guy, thank you Netflix! 

I can remember meeting moms who told me they didn't let there kids watch tv and I thought they were crazy. In my head I had my mouth gapping open and eyes wide and the thought of never letting my kids watch cartoons, because I needed it. I really did. I had such bad morning sickness with my second pregnancy that there were mornings I couldn't barely move. If my son (2 years old at the time) wasn't chilling out, watching cartoons, I don't know what I would have done. 

But Lisa, you drive to Montana and the Gorge a few times a year, you MUST have dvd players or tablets for your kids... Right? Um, no. I actually don't. I know, I am totally that crazy mom who doesn't give them to her kids. And I can't say it won't be in our future. But Jaymeson(4) has been to Montana six times, the Gorge four times, and other random vacations and has never had electronics in the car. Leonora was an awful car rider at first and it was a nightmare, but she was too young to even be interested anyways. Thats just the way our family is and I love it. 

So if you are contemplating whether or not your kiddo needs a tablet, trust your gut. I have toyed with the idea of getting my kids kindles, especially now that they are $50, but I keep changing my mind. I even went to Best Buy last month, before we went to the Ocean, and looked at the kindles and then I literally said to myself "RUN AWAY! You don't need this, they don't need this". And I walked out of the store. lol

We have an iPad. It is five years old. It has a shattered screen but we still use it for music. Once upon a time we used to let Jaymeson play games on it. But once the screen shattered, about two years ago, we stopped letting the kids use it. I am always tempted to replace it, but haven't. 

We aren't perfect and definitely wouldn't call us "crunchy" but maybe a little more old school. We expect our kids to play hard outside every day and to get dirty. 

If you are struggling with the technology overload and don't even know where to start, make a plan. Remember that the first few days of that new plan might be rough. But I would say about day four you will see it get easier. You could also pick certain days of the week where they can watch a show, or days they can't. You have the reigns in this and can steer any direction you want. 

Well, since my kiddos and nanny kid are napping away, time to get more stuff done. Thanks for reading.

Happy Friday and Mother's Day.

Giving up or faking it?

I can not believe it has almost been a year since I wrote a blog post (a personal one anyways). While I have been blogging for my business and keeping an active journal, I gave up on here for a bit. Every time I start back up I promise myself to stick with it, and I have failed. I am always thinking "oh I should blog about that" and then my day gets away from me.
Well here I am, blogging, we will see how long I can keep it up.

Now you are ready to hear about giving up or faking it, right? I have been thinking about this topic for awhile now. I know you will all know exactly what I mean when I talk about this. What I have been seeing a lot of Facebook lately are couples who post "Woman crush Wednesday" and "Man crush Mondays" every week. They are constantly writing on each others walls and gushing their love all over the place, then BAM, they break up, or get divorced and all of us are blind sided by this because they "seemed so happy".
So my question is, were they really that happy? Did they have a pretty darn good relationship and just throw in the towel once things got rough, or they got bored? Or was it all a show? I am sure relationships fit into both of those categories and there is no easy answer. But it still leaves me wondering how many couples are throwing in the towel before giving it their best.
No, I am not going to tell you to stay in a situation that is awful. I am just curious how hard you tried to have the best relationship you could have. Have you unplugged from technology? Have you taken a trip to the Ocean or Mountains? Have you turned off the TV and had real life conversation? It is amazing how many couples I talk to that don't do any of these things.
On occasion my husband and I will send our phones on a date, we actually call it "doing it". We put our phones together in our bedroom and leave them there for hours while we detach from technology. My husband will say "where is my phone?" and I will say "our phones are doing it" and he knows exactly what I mean and remembers where they are. It is a silly, but easy way to get them out of your hand, pocket, site and dive into your family.
We also do not have a TV in our living room. I know it isn't an option for some people but if you can have a room that you can spend time together in and there isn't the distraction of the television on, it is wonderful. We almost always have the radio on and we dance every single day. No joke. Everyone in my house dances. We dance during dinner, in the morning, all day, every day. You should see my youtube, completely filled with dancing videos of my kids.
Anyways, this wasn't meant to be a "relationship advice" blog, but I do have advice. My husband and I started dating over fifteen years ago and are creeping up on our seven year wedding anniversary. We have also survived building a house, building a business, and have two children. There have been so many challenges we have faced and through communication, setting plans, leaning on each other for support. It is the only way we have survived the rocks thrown.
So please, if you are struggling in your relationship, let's not post gushing posts on Facebook. Instead put a plan in place. Find your love for each other again. Talk about it, work on it, explore mother nature, listen to good music, eat good food, and remember why you fell in love in the first place.

Happy Thursday :-)