tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707377959371341502024-03-13T20:49:18.384-09:30soul revivalMallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.comBlogger459125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-41959172485518434952022-11-05T09:37:00.001-09:302022-11-05T09:37:46.819-09:30look how we've grown<p>It's been three years since my last post but we're going to pretend like a month or two has passed and this is just a normal post, shall we? [Cue fast-forward noise]</p><p>Alright, here we are. COVID happened. That was fun, eh? Not like it's over, but we're all sufficiently jacked up now. And hey - we learned a lot, right?! Good stuff. Lots of growth. Lots of therapy bills. Lots of...yikes. </p><p>I managed to stay sober throughout that absolute shitshow and I feel like we in the sober community should get double the time count for that. Because working at home while homeschooling two kids with two other kids at home while also going to school was a <i>very dark time in my life, people</i>. You want to talk about survival of the fittest; there were a lot of people in my household who almost didn't survive me. </p><p>AND YET; it is 2022 and we came out of the dark tunnel, if not cautiously, stronger and better people. We learned a lot about ourselves and each other, which I never expected out of a pandemic. </p><p>I think my one-word theme for the pandemic would be growth. Our family grew in so many ways; both as a unit and each of us individually. None of us is perfect, nor will we ever be; but the work that we've done and continue to do to live our best lives blows my mind. </p><p>Looking back to where we were when we started this adventure six years ago, we were a raging mess. A rolling dumpster fire. Today we have downgraded to sizzling pile of garbage. A tidy one. We're cleaning up and are semi-orderly! Still messy, but figuring out how we can work together to delve through the pile of poo. </p><p>I can't say I'm thankful for a pandemic because that would be horrible and believe it or not, I do have some lines I won't cross. I will say, however, that I am thankful for being forced to harness our strongest selves at a time when we didn't think we could go on any longer. There were days I didn't think I could do it anymore, but somehow I just...did. </p><p>Strength comes in different forms for different people and I found that waking up and brushing my teeth or taking a shower during those times - that was showing strength that day. Telling someone that I was not okay - that was showing courage. At the time I saw it as just regular things I had to do that day, but now, as I have grown - I see them as feats of strength during a time when I could barely get out of bed. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2PfDn7XtKJInqKkKwYaImctpKscPZD_MG-ojXeSNgvCwDliDJ4SD8hxS5Fb8XOCPmco6FmxjtSs1xeGp4YwpR-D5DBUOLiQb22MDASy5xTC-q-9-8uyGOUZem6XvOXv57SbRiLCxC_ZSmgyvxpRSoHPcky3ZL_xKnxuJCvZZpP0R-cWa2ix0DJ4c/s3024/PXL_20220908_122711203.PORTRAIT%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2880" data-original-width="3024" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2PfDn7XtKJInqKkKwYaImctpKscPZD_MG-ojXeSNgvCwDliDJ4SD8hxS5Fb8XOCPmco6FmxjtSs1xeGp4YwpR-D5DBUOLiQb22MDASy5xTC-q-9-8uyGOUZem6XvOXv57SbRiLCxC_ZSmgyvxpRSoHPcky3ZL_xKnxuJCvZZpP0R-cWa2ix0DJ4c/s320/PXL_20220908_122711203.PORTRAIT%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Today I am happy, healthy, and content. I have stressors and messes around me, but I have ways to cope. I have voices telling me what I'm doing wrong all day long, but I have others telling me not to listen. I have 20 items on the calendar for the week, and I have someone to help me get through them.</p><p>To unburden oneself is to grow. And that is what I am learning to do.</p><p>Until next time - mj</p>Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-29922499605092150552019-02-26T13:12:00.000-09:302019-02-26T13:15:42.033-09:30let's talk about rock bottom<div>
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We've all heard it before:<br />
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Systematically thrown out when describing an addict's journey. </div>
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"She finally hit bottom." </div>
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Let me tell you something, guys: </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">rock bottom means <i>nothing </i>until the person hitting it realizes they are, </span><span style="font-size: large;">in fact, drowning in their own shit,</span></div>
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At the bottom of something.</div>
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Perhaps a ravine.<br />
Or a waterfall.</div>
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Thus far, no one has asked me about my bottom. We talked about it a lot in rehab. Small groups centered around peoples' "rock bottoms," and they were incredibly eye opening. I often felt like I didn't belong there because I wasn't in legal trouble or I didn't wake up and start drinking. I never went to work after drinking or drank on my lunch break.</div>
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I just had a wine habit.</div>
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Funny way of thinking about it. Because you know what I found out? My wine habit was "just" making me depressed. It was "just" ruining my fresh, budding second marriage. It had "just helped" me through a divorce.</div>
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My wine was JUST my crutch. </div>
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I recently discovered, all by my own little self, that I have spent the past 10+ years drinking to process my emotions. And here I am, nearly 8 months sober, and I have no fucking clue how to deal with an emotion to save my life. </div>
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I'm LITERALLY learning how to deal with my life. I have the emotional maturity of a 5-year old. And today I read this quote by the brilliant J.K. Rowling:</div>
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1) JK ROWLING IS BRILLIANT</div>
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2) Wow. I did this. I'm doing this.</div>
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Granted I'm not raking in billions of dollars per year due to my brilliance, but I'm also not in a jail cell or still drinking or losing my kids so I'll call it a win. </div>
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Because even though my bottom isn't as serious as some of those I heard in rehab, I have a feeling I was headed down that path. That's what led me to head to Valley Hope at 11pm on a Sunday night back in July. </div>
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"Bet you thought you'd never be here," I joked to my parents as I got out of the car. They left me in the intake room, tears in their eyes and mildly confused. Because they didn't think I had a problem. No one thought I had a problem, including myself, until that very night when I pronounced that I, in fact, DID. </div>
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I've struggled with my relationship with alcohol for years. I took quizzes and I tried to moderate and I wallowed in denial until I just realized I <i>was</i>. </div>
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I might not be the perfect picture of an alcoholic but I sure had a problem with alcohol. And I didn't want to head down that road. No way. I was not about to lose my kids or screw up another marriage and I sure as shit was not about to kill myself with poison. </div>
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The two weeks I spent at Valley Hope were among the worst in my life, but the outcome was the best. I kicked and screamed like a toddler [ask my therapist]. Poor me! I don't want to be here! Waaa!! </div>
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But I stayed. I stayed because I <i>knew.</i> I knew that I had to be there if I wanted real change. And I <i>wanted </i>real change.</div>
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Fast forward to an hour ago when I ran across that quote that I had seen before but never <i>seen....</i>and I realized that your rock bottom doesn't matter. What comes out of that journey to the bottom - that's what <i>really </i>matters. </div>
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My bottom? I have no clue. It could have been when I was screaming at my husband that night, waking my kids from a deep slumber. It could be texting my therapist at 9 o'clock from rehab asking why the hell I'm even bothering with this. It could be when I found out my daughter was telling everyone at preschool that mommy was screaming last night and had to go to the doctor. It could be when I realized if it weren't for my children, I would not want to <i>live anymore. </i></div>
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Guys...the bottom doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if it's alcohol or drugs or sickness or a miserable marriage or lying or depression. </div>
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None of that matters. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">All that matters is that you look up from that hole you've dug...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">and you DIG. YOURSELF. OUT.</span></div>
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I'm here. I'm proof that you can get to your lowest, no matter what that means, and you can live through it. </div>
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I don't know what J.K.'s bottom was but I feel like I'm in good company. And this post? It's here to let people know who are going through some shit that they are not alone. Despite what those demons are telling you, you <i>can </i>and <i>will </i>dig yourself out. </div>
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Get to diggin' folks. Life can suck sometimes but it's worth every minute. </div>
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Better hurry because it goes by fast!</div>
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Let's not spend it dicking around with the one life we've got. </div>
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Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-74398527050767637632018-11-07T06:01:00.003-09:302018-11-07T06:03:08.433-09:30The truth about Mom guilt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every mom knows it all too well; that feeling in your gut like you just swallowed a heavy rock and there is no way in hell it's getting digested.<br />
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Mom guilt.<br />
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It consumes us. Defines us. Defeats us.<br />
As moms, we can't get away from it; try as we might.<br />
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I've always suffered from guilt, though in a much different way. In the last few years, it has transformed from, "I wish I didn't get so stressed" to, "I don't see my kids enough; what if I ruined them forever with divorce? I hate what I've become."<br />
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From the second I pick my kids up from their dad's on Sunday night, they say "I want daddy."<br />
Literally, seconds after I <i>just picked them up. </i>After not having seen them for several days. And then every single day after that, we count down the days until they see daddy. Don't get me wrong; I'm so happy that they miss him and love him - but it can be a bit disheartening when that's all you hear. They see their dad every weekend, but I know it's still not enough. I know they want to see him every day, just like I want to see them every day.<br />
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Add to that the fact that we don't get to spend any "fun time" with them. We get school days, which means we wake them up at 6:10 only to rush them out the door by 7:15, badgering them the entire time to "hurry up!" My husband picks all of the older kids up by 5 o'clock, giving them a little time to play before dinner (if they don't have homework) and then it's all business; dinner, baths/showers, reading and bed. Charlee still takes an evening nap, so by the time I get home with her at 5:40, she's ready to lay down, just in time for me to make dinner for the older kids and start their routines.<br />
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Fridays are even worse. Steven picks all of them up, meets me half way, and we go our separate ways to drop them off with their other parents. I have a day and a half to get caught up on laundry and half-ass clean the house only to start again on Sunday evening.<br />
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Our situation is just one of many. Everyone has their own stories feeding the guilt.<br />
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Maybe you're a stay at home mom and just feel like you can't get it all done. You take them to do fun things, but yell the whole time. Or you feel like the activity wasn't educational enough. Or you didn't pack a good enough lunch.<br />
Maybe you're a working mom who is tired by the end of the day and doesn't have the energy to be "fun" mom. You forgot to put a note in their lunch or make their lunch at all.<br />
Maybe you're doing both, from home, and you feel like all you do is yell and work.<br />
Maybe you just want to get a run in but you don't want to take 30 selfish minutes away from seeing your kids because you don't spend enough time with them.<br />
Maybe your kid throws a giant fit in public and you wonder what the hell you did wrong as a parent.<br />
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The truth is, we all have it. The guilt. There's always something we feel we are screwing up. That we could be doing better.<br />
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But the fact is, when it gets down to it, all our kids need is <i>us</i>. They just need us.<br />
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They don't need fancy trips to Disney, or (despite what they think) the newest toys, or our all-consuming time.<br />
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They need us, in all our <i>imperfect</i> glory. We've gotta embrace the imperfect, ladies. We can't do it all. We just can't. So please stop trying. Stop trying to be the perfect mom. She doesn't exist. And if she does, your kid doesn't give a shit about her. Your kid wants <i>you.</i> Your kid wants to tell <i>you</i> about the sticker they got at school today. They want to tell <i>you</i> about their latest project. They want to sit on YOUR lap to read a book for the millionth time.<br />
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Let's all band together and let go of some of the guilt. I know it won't all go away. It can't. But we need to let go of some of it, because it will eat us alive. We're all doing our damnedest. And even if you think that's not good enough, I'm here to tell you that it is. We only have so much to give. We only have so much of our bodies to be grabbed on to; we only have two hands to hold and we only have two feet to carry us through the day (some of us, not even that).<br />
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So work with what you've got. Hug those kiddos. Read them a book or sing them a song and tell yourself that you are doing everything you can to keep them happy. And that is all they need.<br />
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Give yourself a freaking break, because <i>you are enough</i>.<br />
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<br />Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-19597694997748413312018-10-17T05:56:00.003-09:302018-10-17T06:35:38.724-09:306 things I learned after I quit drinking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Drinking is coveted and celebrated in today's culture. Which is why I think it's so damn hard to quit. Alcohol is EVERYWHERE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And people <i>love</i> it. The "I can't live without it, my life would never be the same," type of love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know this, because I was one of those people. I still am, to a certain extent. Most days I still have moments where I have to convince myself that my life would most certainly <u>not</u> be more fun, cool, interesting or less stressful if I had a drink in my hand. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The 12 steps are not something I read daily or preach to others, but there are a lot of valuable things to learn from them. Similar to the fact that I'm not religious, but I do believe that the bible has a lot of amazing principles we can all abide by. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The first step was crucial in my process of becoming sober. You know, the one everyone always jokes about? </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"The first step is admitting you have a problem."</span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Notice the difference? This is the hardest to accept when you're holding on so dearly to your nightly glass(es) of wine. Alcohol has POWER over me. And it does. It's an abusive relationship; a partner whose goal is to make you feel <i>really </i>good, and then subsequently ruin your life. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So once I accepted this - once I figured out that I had to get out of this "relationship" before my dickhead partner took my life away - I could move on. It was time to figure out what life was like without a drink in my hand. </span><br />
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<i>Oh, the awkwardness</i>. What is the deal?? Guys, I quit drinking, I didn't murder someone. It's not that big of a deal. I get that people see it as a sickness, but I see it as the opposite. I am no longer sick, I am no longer at risk of ruining my life. I also see a therapist. I'm also on depression medication. It's okay. This is all in an effort to keep me sane and happy. So don't worry about it. It's not that bad. I still like to think I'm pretty damn fun, sarcastic, and worthy <i>without</i> wine in my system. I'm much less of an asshole, this much I am sure of. So let's just move past it. Nothing to see here. </div>
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You can't escape it. Pinterest was a freaking <i>nightmare</i> for me at first. I used to follow tons of cocktail boards and people who pin cocktail recipes and everything <i>cocktails</i>. I have since tried to weed out those boards and hidden enough ads that my feed is finally starting to look like a sober one, but it took a while. Let me say this again: <i>you can't escape it</i>. Liquor stores are still there, billboards, internet ads, bars, restaurants; there's no way to get away from it. So I have learned to adapt and roll with it. Try to ignore it. Take a different route. Look away quickly. Scroll down like you saw a disgusting picture. Just keep swimming!</div>
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Never have I slept better in my life. Ever. I used to wake up probably 10-20 times a night. That's not a joke. I read plenty of articles that told me you don't sleep better if you're drinking and subsequently asked myself blindly, "WHY AM I NOT SLEEPING?!" Duh. I used to take tylenol PM like it was going out of style. Now, I take my melatonin and sleep like a damn baby. It's amazing.<br />
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I'm torn on this one because the idea that I have <i>more </i>time is somewhat unconscionable. With the number of kids we have, I consider it a good day if we end up with the correct 4 in our house by bedtime. "Whoops, the Smith kid got home with us instead of Will! Better call 'em to swap." I will admit that I now actually find time to do the things that needed done. I have also been more productive on weekends, even allowing myself time to "do nothing."<br />
Yes, I plan time to do nothing, otherwise I'll never get nothing done.<br />
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<b>5. You'll lose people?</b><br />
I've read so many articles warning that you will lose many, many friends on the road to sobriety. My experience is that people have actually came out of the woodwork. Not only are people supportive, they're downright friendly. When it comes to friends, I live by the principle of "quality over quantity." It's my way of saying that I'm okay with having like 6 friends because my friends aren't dicks. They're awesome. I subject my friends tirelessly to my sarcasm and bluntness. They are hardened. Being my friend is not always easy. If they have survived this long, I know I have found good ones. So there was no weeding out necessary. That was done long ago.<br />
Not one time has any of the people I know tried to argue with me after I turned down a drink. Hell, even people I <i>don't</i> know haven't argued with me. Maybe I'm just lucky, but I like to think it's my innate desire to hang around people who <i>don't suck.</i><br />
As for my family, they are always supportive. I <i>could </i>probably murder someone and they'd be like "well, she probably had a good reason." Kidding. Kind of.<br />
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<b>6. I can't have fun without it!</b><br />
Alcohol has this funny way of making you think you <i>need</i> it to make life tolerable. While I agree that some situations would be <i>much, much </i>more tolerable [*ahem* Christmas] while intoxicated, it isn't the most effective way to go about life. The key for me was to accept that I had to do some hard things. That's it. Life is hard sometimes. And you just have to push through. It sounds simple, but it's not. Feeling things that hurt is not enjoyable. Being sad is not enjoyable. But with all of those things, you also get to actually <i>feel</i> the GOOD things. And that makes up for it! Alcohol dulls your senses, including the good ones. So yeah, you get to forget about the bad, but you also forget about the good. You don't get to feel the magic in the super-sqeezy hug from your 3 year old. You don't fully appreciate your daughter telling you 'I love you' out of the blue. You don't get to revel in a Netflix marathon of <i>Scandal </i>with your husband because you fall asleep halfway through [full disclosure..this happens sober sometimes].<br />
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I was honestly under the impression that I could. not. live without alcohol in my life. Look at me now, guys. I'm here. Living. Officially proving myself wrong.<br />
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So I hope this opened things up a bit. I know it's weird to talk about, but it's part of my life now. A big part. I finally feel in control, which is something I couldn't say three months ago. More to come regarding life, my crazy beautiful kiddos, and everything else.<br />
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Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-43445315731618901372018-09-25T10:44:00.002-09:302018-09-25T10:45:01.256-09:30Harry Potter Inspired NurseryHey Guys!<br />
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Well, here we are...6 months after my daughter was born, and I'm finally getting around to posting nursery photos.<br />
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I'm just celebrating that it's getting done <i>at all. </i>Yay for mediocrity.<br />
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So anyway, despite me being late to literally <i>everything</i>, blog posts included, I must say that my nursery-decorating badassery only gets better.<br />
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Miss Charlotte has some serious digs. One day she'll look back and think to herself, "man, my mom is awesome. And also very humble." That last part is questionable.<br />
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The one thing I'm most proud of is the "Charlotte" sign on her blue wall.<br />
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I made this BY HAND. I stenciled it out and cut it out with a billion different wood cutting tools that I didn't really know how to use, all while I was 30 weeks pregnant.<br />
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Don't worry, my husband was supervising. By that, I mean he was making sure I didn't injure myself and also laughing at me a little bit while I sweat and swore and spent an entire day on something I just as easily could have <i>not</i> done. I plan on doing a separate blog on how I accomplished that; a blog I will need to write when my husband is around to tell me the names of the machines I used.<br />
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I also threw together this "flying keys" mobile, based on one of the tasks to get past in Sorcerer's stone. I had seen one on Etsy, but it was WAY more than I could afford, so I just made one for myself. Coincidentally, I sell them on my<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/632642396/harry-potter-flying-keys-baby-mobile?ref=shop_home_active_1" target="_blank"> Etsy shop</a>.<br />
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Because I love all things DIY, I tried to craft as many projects as I could. I bought this pre-made wood sign from Walmart for less than $10, then painted and added a Harry Potter quote to it. I loved how it turned out!<br />
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My friends at work threw me an adorable Harry Potter shower, which came with adorable figurines!! I was so excited to display them.<br />
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All of the big stuff in her room was second-hand except for the rocking chair. I decided to splurge on myself for that, and it was a god send! It is super comfortable and was fantastic for late night feedings when my husband and I didn't want to wake each other up when it was our turn to feed.<br />
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I bought this cute cardboard letter from Hobby Lobby when it was half off and spray painted it to look purdy.<br />
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Our sweet girl continues to have an amazing demeanor. She's happy and very watchful; she's constantly checking out what's happening around her (which is usually a lot) and LOVES when her older siblings play with her.<br />
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We have an unused rock 'n play in the closet that we fully intended on using, but she surprised us by sleeping in her crib or bassinet from day 1. She slept through the night starting at 3 weeks old. All I can say is, the universe had my back because it knew I couldn't take much more. My Charlotte is everything a baby should be!<br />
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Well, that's it for the tour, thanks for stopping by to see it!Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-37932346215038573412018-09-12T11:20:00.003-09:302018-09-12T11:25:33.794-09:30teetotaler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was a day from hell. The kind of day where everything goes absolutely as it shouldn't; pissed off customers, screaming kids in the car on the commute home, and an evening of making dinner, baths and bedtimes to look forward to. Another kid screams from the backseat, "STOPTOUCHINGME; MOMHESTOUCHINGME; STOPLOOKINGATME!!!!!!! *crying, flailing, shouting, general dissatisfaction* <i>Jesus, I can't wait until I can have a glass of wine.</i><br />
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Copy this scenario every day of the week and you'll have a pretty good glimpse of the last 5 months of my life. That is, until I broke. It wasn't one particular event that broke me, but a culmination of things that sent me flying over the edge into a pool of despair. The wine became my quicksand, and the harder I tried to cling to the edges, the quicker I fell. </div>
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Alcohol has always played a big role in my life. Every event, gathering, good mood, bad mood, celebration, holiday; all of it centered around what amount of drinking was involved. Over the years there have been multiple instances of <i>Do I drink too much? Do I have a problem?</i> Chances are if you have to ask, alcohol has too big a grasp on you. Once I realized I couldn't remove myself from that grasp alone, I knew it was time to ask for help. I checked myself into a rehabilitation facility in a last-ditch effort before I ruined my life completely. </div>
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Never did I think anything would supersede the terror of asking for a divorce; as it happens, rehab is that thing. </div>
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Someday when I'm ready to relive those 13 days, I might write a blog about it. For now, I'll just say that it was a necessary evil to allow me to actually <i>change</i>. Gone were the days of convincing myself that I'd only drink for special occasions or weekends or when there was a full moon, only to throw in the towel a week later; I was finally ready to admit that I just. couldn't. handle. alcohol.</div>
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And you know what the hardest part was? The hardest part was the mourning. The loss. Because I lost a friend. A <i>best</i> friend. Alcohol got me through the bad times and the good. It was with me to celebrate and cry and party and make friends I wouldn't have otherwise.</div>
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It's been two months and three days since I decided to go to rehab. Two months since I decided I was not willing to give up my family or my marriage or my life for a cheap box of wine. Two months since I decided that I had to own up to my mistakes, face the truth and realize that I was a better person without alcohol. But most importantly, two months ago, I decided it was time to finally feel the shit I was going through, not drown it in pinot grigio. </div>
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Not just feel it, but <i>deal with it.</i> </div>
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I thought I would be instantly happy; finally sleeping better and having more energy and ENJOYING LIFE! No. It's been a struggle. My husband, god love him, has tolerated a lot of shit. I've had more mental breakdowns in the past year than most people do in two lifetimes. My heart has literally had to be restarted (long story). My life has been one shitshow after the other, but somehow I <i>am still standing. </i>By some unexplained miracle, I am still alive.</div>
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The other day I read a metaphor about a train in a tunnel in relation to a child's meltdown. <span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">"</span><span style="color: #888888; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 24px;">Difficult feelings are tunnels, and we are trains traveling through them."</span><a href="https://pickanytwo.net/the-train-analogy-that-will-change-how-you-see-your-crying-child/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">source</span></a></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span>Coincidentally I find more value in that for <i>myself</i> than for my children. This was the perfect analogy for me to understand just how important it is to ride out the difficult feelings NOW, rather than ignore them and deal with a volcanic eruption later. </div>
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Many people won't believe it when I say that I don't miss alcohol, but I don't. I miss my friend. I miss the security blanket. I miss the feeling I got after that first sip. And you know what? That's alright. It's okay to miss the good parts. But I will never, ever miss the asshole that alcohol turned me into, or the feeling I had when I woke up with a headache, or the lying or anger. I'll never miss it because it wasn't me. It wasn't who I really am. </div>
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I've laughed in the last month. Actually <i>laughed</i>. Not a fake laugh or stupid laugh or laughing at something that really wasn't funny but I thought it was because I was one glass in and life was good. I've been waking up at 5am to run on the treadmill. FIVE A.M. It sucks, but it makes me feel awesome. I've taken and edited photos. Crafted. Played with my kids. Decluttered. Practiced having patience. Practiced letting things go. </div>
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I'm alive, guys. I'm alive and I'm not a drinker anymore; I'm a badass. </div>
Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-28058210065379949292017-03-28T11:52:00.000-09:302017-03-28T11:52:36.641-09:30home.It's a funny word, home. So many meanings in just four letters.<br />
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Home can be a person.<br />
The people who make you your heart feel content. Not necessarily giddy with butterflies [though that's always a bonus], but at peace.<br />
The kind of peace that makes your bad days suck a little bit less and the good ones that much better.<br />
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Home can be a place.<br />
A house, a city, the view from the top of a mountain.<br />
Even if it's not technically your home, it will feel like it. Feel like you just...<i>belong.</i><br />
Because sometimes even your home doesn't feel like home.<br />
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Home can be a state of mind.<br />
Like when you get done with a giant project and you're left with a sense of accomplishment.<br />
Or when you stop in the middle of a really good day only to realize you're incandescently happy.<br />
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I've straddled the line between miserable and happy and sad for the past year and finally things are starting to settle down. Life is starting to make sense and I'm starting to realize that it has been too much about stuff and not enough about what truly makes me happy.<br />
I've been in the mindset that if I have this or that or something or other that I'll finally be happy. But it's bullshit. <br />
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All I need in my life is home.<br />
I need my people and my mind and a place to sit down and read a good book.<br />
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<br />Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-87122450625924849872017-01-13T18:35:00.003-09:302017-01-13T18:36:36.011-09:30the divorce diet<i><span style="font-size: large;">2016</span></i><br />
It was a dark year.<br />
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When I should have been enjoying my newborn and 2 year old, I was suffering from depression, anxiety and all-around misery.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I got a divorce. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At 28.</span><br />
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Some know. Some don't.<br />
At this point, to me, it's old news. I feel like I've aged 10 years in the last 5 months, while others still seemed shocked by the news daily. That's where the theory of relativity comes into play, I guess.<br />
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I get it, though. Divorce is not exactly a happy word in the English language.<br />
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With it comes a series of standard questions:<br />
"Why?"<br />
"Is there someone else?"<br />
"What about the kids?"<br />
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And then there are the statements.<br />
"I never saw it coming!"<br />
"But you seemed so happy!"<br />
"Those poor kids..."<br />
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As if divorce should be added to the list of Child Abuse risk factors.<br />
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So I'm here to clear a few things up. Mainly because I know I can't continue with this blog until I do, but mostly because I miss writing. Terribly. And I can't just skip this part in my life, move on and pretend like nothing happened. It's kind of a game changer.<br />
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Here goes...<br />
Four years ago I was stuck. Terrified because I couldn't have a kid and I thought that made me both worthless and a failure. Really, it just made me like a million other American women who struggled with making babies, but that's a story for a different day. You guys know all about that; you struggled right along with me.<br />
Terror, frustration and infinite guilt; all things that burrowed deep into my soul and still linger to this day.<br />
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I thought a baby would make things better. Make me a better wife. Make my husband actually talk. Make my life <i>worthy.</i><br />
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Instead, I was pumped [literally] full of hormones. Poked with needles, sucking blood from my veins like a vampire on steroids. Stifled by a cloak of disappointment.<br />
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I'm not a psychologist, but I think this is where it all started.<br />
Me trying to fix my life with a baby is what landed me a divorce some four years later.<br />
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Don't mistake my words, I beg you. My children are my world. Without them, I would have very little left to live for.<br />
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But I do think this was the nail in the coffin.<br />
The stress; the depression; the sheer desperation...it drove us to the edge and back again.<br />
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So here I sit, In a 900 square foot apartment with a cat and two kids.<br />
Wondering what the fuck happened to my life.<br />
You know what happened? Life happened. I changed and so did he.<br />
I was 18 when I met him. 21 when we got married. Both of us babies.<br />
10 years and a shitload of life experience later, we turned out to be much different people.<br />
And we just didn't fit anymore.<br />
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Now on to the questions..<br />
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<i>What happened? </i><br />
I putzed around for 4 years, hoping that things would change. I saw therapists; I read books; I tried making friends for us to hang out with. None of it worked. None of it fit. And I grew tired. I grew tired of being lonely. I grew as a person. As a mother. As a wife.<br />
I grew into someone who would no longer settle for unhappy.<br />
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<i>Is there someone else?</i><br />
Yeah, there is.<br />
It's me.<br />
For once, I'm being selfish. I'm thinking of <i>me. </i>Not my kids. Not my husband. Not my family.<br />
Me.<br />
I'm thinking of the things that make me smile, that make me laugh until I pee [an easy feat after kids, I'll tell ya]. The things that make me feel whole again. If that makes me an asshole, then so be it.<br />
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<i>What about the kids?</i><br />
I love how people ask this as if we did all of this without a SINGLE inclination of how our kids would be affected.<br />
Seriously, guys. You know us better than that.<br />
My kids are my world. And as much as they might drive me nuts sometimes, they are the ONLY thing that have been my constant throughout this disaster of a situation.<br />
So quit asking that shit. My kids are going to be happier this way.<br />
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And now on to the statements.<br />
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"<i>I never saw it coming!" </i><br />
Guess what, genius? Neither did I. I didn't exactly picture this moment on my wedding day. "<i>Oh I can't wait until I can sit in a courtroom full of smelly weirdos and declare to 100 complete strangers that my husband and I are divorcing due to incompatibility!" </i><br />
It's basically the American dream.<br />
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<i>"But you seemed so happy!</i>"<br />
Yeah, on Facebook, guys.<br />
Facebook is the worst. It's the place to show the good side of your life because no one wants to see the shitty side. It's depressing. And it's no one else's business. So we might seem happy, but that doesn't mean that everything is perfect. Like it or not, everyone has skeletons in their closet. You might think you don't, but you do.<br />
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<i>"Those poor kids..."</i><br />
I know. We're basically serial killers. Our kids will never love anyone EVER AGAIN.<br />
Look, I get it. Holidays are going to suck and won't be normal, but what the Hell is normal anyway? A perfect family with no drama and everyone has a crapload of gifts and no one spills a bunch of spaghetti on their clothes?<br />
Please.<br />
This isn't Pleasantville, folks. My kids are going to be just fine.<br />
You know why? Because we love the shit out of them. As do our families. And friends. And anyone I tell to love them because damnit, they deserve it.<br />
So spare me the guilt trip.<br />
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Look, I'd love to spill the gory details but quite frankly...it's no one's GD business. I love you guys, but you don't need to know the good stuff to know that we made this decision consciously and carefully and over a very long period of time. We didn't take it lightly and we are still suffering because of it.<br />
But [and I can't speak for Matt but I think he would agree], we're surviving.<br />
We're getting through for our kids and for ourselves.<br />
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My family has been there with me through all of this, even when they really shouldn't have. And for that, I love them. They were filled with heartbreak at losing a son and brother and torn because they knew their daughter and sister was hurting. And somehow they stuck by us both.<br />
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And Matt's family has been there for me even when they absolutely shouldn't have. I can't thank them enough for that, because I consider them my family just as much as my own.<br />
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At the end of the day, all I can say is that this whole ordeal...well, it fucking sucks.<br />
That's all I can say about it.<br />
I literally have no idea what else to say.<br />
It's been the worst 5 months of my life.<br />
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I have been to places so dark I didn't think I could sink any lower.<br />
And guess what?<br />
I fell deeper.<br />
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That's just life.<br />
But here I am. Living and breathing and surviving.<br />
And for that, I am grateful.<br />
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I am grateful to be me.<br />
And I am grateful for all of you.<br />
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So I'm ready to start new. I'm ready to be my own me and live life without guilt and anxiety and doubt.<br />
I hope you'll stick with me. Because I have a feeling it's going to be a great year.Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-42991364423535198382016-04-19T07:46:00.001-09:302018-09-24T06:08:34.414-09:30DIY: Corner "Zoo"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been wanting to build a "zoo" for Addi's embarrassing amount of stuffed animals. I'd seen some ideas on Pinterest but could only find the square versions. They're cute but seem to take up more space than Addi's tiny room would hold. I finally saw a photo of a corner one that I decided we had to do. The only problem? No tutorials. Yikes. We were riding blind. So I drew up a not-too-impressive plan in hopes that I could still remember the math required to get it done. [Spoiler: I didn't remember. Google to the rescue.]<br />
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After talking my husband into actually getting this done Sunday morning, we headed off to Lowe's to gather the supplies. I wanted a 4-foot tall zoo with 2-foot long legs.<br />
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<b> - Saw</b><br />
<b> - Drill</b><br />
<b> - Staple Gun </b>[not pictured because my husband hid it from me, apparently]<br />
<b> - Measuring Tape</b><br />
<b> - Paint Brush</b><br />
<b> - Sandpaper</b><br />
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First off, measure and cut the wood. You'll need [6] 2' boards, [6] 4' boards and [3] 2.83' boards.<br />
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We built our zoo in sections. We started with the corner. For the corner, we screwed one 4' board into another.<br />
Next, we attached [3] 2' boards to each side. Be sure to measure to make sure the middle board is actually in the middle.<br />
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Because we screwed one of the 4' boards into the other, they were uneven on the sides. No big deal because it was going to be in the corner and I don't think the kids were going to be critiquing our handy work [we could've used brackets but that's just one more thing you have to buy].<br />
So, when you're screwing the 2' boards into the back, make sure to make up for the difference on the side that's longer. This ensures that each of the 2' boards are the same length.<br />
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After that you can screw two more 4' boards to the ends. [no picture, sorry!]<br />
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Next we did the front section. Screw the [3] 2.83' boards to [2] 4' boards. Again, don't forget to measure to center the middle board!<br />
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After this, I sanded down any rough edges and painted all of the boards that would be showing. I don't have photographic evidence because by that point, Addi was up from her nap and attempting to "help" us with the project. This resulted in a sawdust party and attempts to keep her away from the paint. You get the gist.<br />
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Next, using your staple gun, staple the elastic to the boards. I did each edge with 3 staples for some extra stability. These will probably get a lot of "love" when your kids take their animals in and out, so we need to prepare for the worst.<br />
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Since we were working on this project on a Sunday, I couldn't go to Hobby Lobby to get the embellishments I wanted. I took care of that Monday. I bought wood letters and spray-painted them with shimmer metallic spray paint. I also found some cute metal butterflies that I thought would add some extra color. [All purchased at Hobby Lobby..on sale to boot!]</div>
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Once the embellishments were on [I used hot glue to put them on], we took the two sections into her room and Matt screwed the front into the sides at each corner. We didn't screw it into the walls but if you're worried about your kids tipping it over, do that first [before you attach the front section].<br />
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So there you have it! Our zoo! </div>
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Addi's obsessed with it. She kept calling it her birthday present? No idea where that came from. Her birthday isn't until November. Weirdo.</div>
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I hope this was easy to understand! I tend to forget steps so if you have questions feel free to ask me in the comments!<br />
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Stay awesome, bloggers.Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-77960370242530154462016-03-30T07:05:00.001-09:302018-09-24T06:38:55.193-09:306 Simple Party Planning Ideas for Your LittlesPlanning parties can be tedious, exhausting and all around not-fun. Because of this, my motto when planning my kids' parties thus far has been "simplicity."<br />
After all, do you really think your Little will be disappointed with anything at all involving their birthday?<br />
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Okay, maybe [especially if you're dealing with an illogical toddler].<br />
Things can hit the fan quickly when your toddler decides THEY DIDN'T WANT THE MICKEY MOUSE DECORATIONS EVEN THOUGH THEY WATCH MICKEY MOUSE 45 TIMES A DAY AND CALL YOU TOODLES INSTEAD OF MOM.<br />
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Which brings me to my first tip:<br />
<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">1. Let them pick the theme </span></i></b><br />
I picked my daughter's first two themes because she didn't really know what a birthday was, let alone what Disney character she liked best.<br />
For her one-year party I stuck to colors:<br />
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But if they're old enough to care, let them pick the theme! My nephew turns 4 in May and has already changed his theme three times. His mom drew the line at 3 so they're going with his latest pick, Avengers! Letting them pick gives them the control and will hopefully avoid an epic meltdown later.<br />
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If your kids aren't old enough to decide and you still want to do a theme, trust me: keep it simple. I loved the colors theme because I could get generic colored tableware, table cloths and streamers and it wouldn't cost me a fortune.<br />
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It seems like ALL of the trademarked party goodies should be trimmed in 14k gold for the price they want us to pay for them.<br />
Since this is the case no matter where you buy, I suggest:<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>2. Buy </i>some<i> trademarked & stick to generic for everything else</i></span></b><br />
Choose a couple of colors that match, say, the Buzz Lightyear plates and napkins you found and decorate the other stuff with those. You don't have to buy all Buzz plates, napkins, cups, streamers, party favors, table cloths, toilet paper, paper towels, dish soap, etc.<br />
You'll quickly find yourself dipping into your kids' college fund and they will probably tell you later they think that was a pretty stupid idea, mom [though I would enjoy some Buzz Lightyear toilet paper, not gonna lie].<br />
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For my daughter's second birthday, I chose Dinosaurs because she was, and still is, obsessed with all things dinosaurs. I got a few dino decorations on Amazon and stuck with generic colors for the rest.<br />
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I even got the table cloths, plates & napkins from Amazon because I'm lazy and Wal-mart is the worst. I think for this party I spent less than $50 on all tableware and decorations. Not too shabby!<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">3. Party favors? I say "nay".</span></i></b><br />
Guys, I get it. You want all the kids to have a good time and love your party. But does that really mean we have to send them home with a bag filled with $50 worth of stuff? No. My kid plays with cardboard. She ate dirt last week. Doesn't take much to entertain her.<br />
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I get a couple of things to make them feel extra special and call it a day.<br />
For her 2nd birthday I got dinosaur masks and dino tattoos for everyone who attended.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, that is my husband.<br />
Yes he chose his forehead for the location of his tattoo.</td></tr>
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<b><i>Bonus Tip:</i></b> Goodie bags for the adults? Beer. Just..lots of beer. </div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">4. Food & Cake</span></i></b><br />
My family [both sides] is the not at all fussy when it comes to food. Everyone's usually happy with easy goodies so we don't over-do it.<br />
Crock pot meat for sandwiches, lunch meat, chips, dips, etc. As always, sticking to my "simplicity" motto.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crockpot dips, crockpot pulled pork sandwiches, chips - easy peasy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taco fixings for [nephew] Max's 3-year "Planes" party</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[Nephew] Maverik's 1-year "Lumberjack" party...all things manly</td></tr>
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My sister is the real party planner in our family. She even does those cute food tags with clever puns on them. For my nephew's 2nd birthday, he wanted a "Blaze waffle pajama party". I shit you not. It was amazing. Best party ever. We all wore sweatpants/pajamas, ate waffles and genuinely had a fantastic time. </div>
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Cakes are expensive [you guys probably think I'm poor. I'm not, I swear. I'm just cheap.] and I really don't like cake that much anyway. My sister & I are fans of going the alternative route. Ice cream cake or cupcakes. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Addi's 2-year Dinosaur Ice cream cake - We had the dinosaurs already so I just stuck 'em on there and called it decor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maverik's 1-year tiny birthday cake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Max's 2-year Buzz Lightyear cupcakes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maverik's 2-year Blaze cake</td></tr>
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My mom recently started a tradition of getting the kids these amazing cakes that a local gal does for her. It's fun for the kids and the cakes taste amazing [so I'm told. I'm weird about eating cake].<br />
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Any way you do it, kids tend to like sugar so I don't think you can really go wrong.<br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. DIY</span></b></i><br />
My sis and I complement each other well because where she likes to do fun things with decorating and the food, I love to DIY. It's just my thing. Cooking not so much.<br />
The main reason I like to DIY decorations is because - you guessed it - it's cheaper! And I enjoy crafting like the true dork I am.<br />
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I made the hats in this top picture out of scrapbook paper, felt, elastic, and some poms - all things I had on hand.<br />
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I get lazier as the years progress so I bought these hats off of Amazon and added the dinosaur tails with some blue scrapbook paper I had on hand. They were a hit with the kids!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister's centerpiece creation for Mav's "Lumberjack" party. All from the great outdoors!</td></tr>
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I also choose to make them something special to wear rather than buying it because holy Lord have you seen how much birthday outfits cost on Etsy?? A lot. A lot of dollars.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tutu I made out of ribbons & scrap fabric [my mom bought her the adorable<span style="font-size: 12.8px;"> "1"</span><span style="font-size: 12.8px;"> owl shirt]</span></td></tr>
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I also make their invitations every year because I love doing it. My sister sends out e-vites via e-mail which I think are just as good. I simply enjoy making mine! </div>
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You might have noticed the "Happy Birthday Adelaide!" sign in a few of the pictures. I made that for her first birthday out of more scrapbook paper I had lying around [you can tell how often I use scrapbook paper for actual scrapbooking]. I plan to use it for every birthday as long as it lasts.<br />
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I also use like to use streamers to create a cute photo backdrop. I plan on doing that for as many as birthdays they let me! :)</div>
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<a href="http://jhawkgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/shes-about-to-pop.html" target="_blank">I made this balloon wreath for my sister's "She's about to pop!" baby shower</a> back in 2012 [yikes, times flies]. The center part was removable so she can replace it with any little message she wants. I made one for Addi's first birthday as well and plan on using it for each of the kid's parties! </div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "droid sans"; line-height: 18.48px;">I hope some of these ideas help with planning your littles' next birthday party! If you are working on something a little bigger, check out this </span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.eventbrite.com/l/event-management-software/&source=gmail&ust=1459451928072000&usg=AFQjCNG_92oxvWdoj-PIpt18rpr5--YAkA" href="https://www.eventbrite.com/l/event-management-software/" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Droid Sans'; line-height: 18.48px; position: relative; z-index: 0;" target="_blank">event management system</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "droid sans"; line-height: 18.48px;"> by Eventbrite. I've been chatting with a gal over there and she seems super cool!</span></div>
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Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-32418829338015598552016-02-02T12:11:00.000-09:302016-02-02T12:11:48.688-09:30My time is valuable, too.<div style="text-align: center;">
Today I had a revelation. It stems not from ego or vanity, but from a place of true realization. </div>
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Today I discovered that my time is <i>valuable. </i></div>
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I can't put a dollar amount on it. I'm not the President of the United States. I'm not even the type of person who sees someone she knows at the grocery store when I go shopping. </div>
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I'm not claiming to be a big deal.</div>
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But I <i>am </i>a mom. I keep two kids alive on a daily basis. I'm a business owner. I'm the person who keeps our household running. I'm an office manager. I do a lot of shit that may not be important to some people, but it <i>is </i>important to others. And that means something to me. </div>
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Let's rewind to the event that led to this stunning epiphany: </div>
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Yep, you read that right.</div>
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As I sat waiting in the lobby 30 minutes after my [according to the receptionist] <i>five minute </i>appointment was scheduled, my ears started releasing steam. </div>
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<i>Five minutes. This appointment will take five minutes. And I've been sitting here for 30.</i></div>
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It was only after sitting in the exam room for an additional 20 minutes that I came to the aforementioned conclusion: </div>
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<i>My time is way too valuable for this shit. </i></div>
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I sat there, seething, making a list of things I could be doing instead of waiting in that wood-paneled room:</div>
I could be catching up on office work I didn't get done yesterday.<br />
I could be folding the laundry that I ran before I left because <i>both</i> of my kids peed through their diapers last night.<br />
I could be in my pajamas, nursing the cold that I just came down with.<br />
I could be reading a book to my daughter.<br />
I could be editing photographs on my computer.<br />
I could be updating Quickbooks.<br />
I could be paying bills.<br />
I could be doing literally <i>anything </i>other than sitting in this effing exam room waiting for a doctor to decide I was important enough to be next in line.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I know doctors have a lot of things going on. Hell, I know <i>anyone </i>who works has a lot of things going on. But so do I. And that office made me realize just how vital time is.</div>
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Why?</div>
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Because life is short. </div>
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Because I want to spend time with my kids while they don't hate me.</div>
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Because I like getting things done. </div>
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Because sitting in a dingy Optometrist's office isn't something I enjoy doing.</div>
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<i>Because my time is important, too.</i> </div>
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This isn't really about the doctor's office making me wait. I'm used to that after being pregnant twice. I spent a majority of 9 months at the Doctor. I get it. </div>
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This is about me realizing that what I do, though it's not rocket science and I'm not necessarily changing the world, is important to some people. Just because I'm not out solving world hunger doesn't mean what I do doesn't matter. </div>
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And I wanted to say it to anyone reading this because I'm guessing you don't realize how much you matter, too. Moms or Dads who stay at home with their kids, Grandparents, college students struggling to figure out their life, working moms and dads, single folk, hormonal teenagers who hate everything - you all matter to someone. It's a powerful thing to realize, and it's important that you do.</div>
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There are a lot of days when I feel like all I get done is changing shitty diapers and cleaning up messes my toddler made. Those days suck. </div>
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But they still matter.</div>
Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-43613243467571690032016-01-26T08:09:00.000-09:302016-01-26T08:09:32.759-09:30Packing with kidsWe recently traveled to Florida to see my in-laws while they're hibernating there for the Kansas winter. While I was excited to leave, it also required me to pack my newly 4-person family for a 5-day stay and a plane ride.<br />
The last time I flew with my daughter, she was 9 months old. I had researched relentlessly and eventually just realized that shit was going to hit the fan regardless of how prepared I <i>thought</i> I was, so it was best to just let go, drink a beer and call it a day.<br />
Now with two kids I was even more terrified. A toddler and an infant on a plane? Somebody get me a Xanax.<br />
So I thought I would write a post about packing for a toddler and an infant in case you wanted advice. Or are entertained by other people's disastrous vacation experiences.<br />
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<b>1. First Step: Put the kids to sleep</b><br />
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I cannot stress this enough: packing and kids <i>do not</i> mix. Toddlers love unpacking the shit you <i>just </i>packed MUCH MORE than you hate unpacking the shit when you get home from vacation. </div>
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<b>2. Don't even bother with the house</b><br />
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If you think to yourself, "I'd love to leave the house shiny and clean so I don't have to dick with it when I get back!" think again, my friend.<br />
Because while you're busy trying to get the laundry done and finding the bottom of the sink filled with last night's dishes, your toddler is in the other room playing out her very own special version of <i>Armageddon </i>with the toy box.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">This is their golden hour. They've spent the last two years preparing for this moment. Nothing can stop them now.</span></i></div>
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Put the dishes in the dishwasher to prevent weird smells when you return, finish the laundry so you don't have to walk around nude on the beach, and hope that the cats will get hungry enough to eat all of their own hair off the floor.<br />
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<b>3. Speaking of cats...</b><br />
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If you're a cat-owner, you know this struggle.<br />
The exact second that you bring a new piece of...well, <i>anything</i> out from a room they're not allowed in, they will immediately sit on it.<br />
I don't care if it's a couch made of daggers. Those assholes will make themselves comfortable.<br />
Don't leave anything on the floor unless you don't care that it's covered in cat hair.<br />
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<b><u>4. Charge yo goods</u></b><br />
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For the love of God, do not get on the airplane only to find that you haven't charged the iPad. Or laptop. Or whatever you use. Nothing induces panic more than that moment you are trying to figure out what the Hell you're going to do to entertain a toddler for 3 hours in two cubic feet of space without technology.<br />
Don't be that guy.<br />
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<b><u>5. Pack all of the things.</u></b><br />
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<b><u>-Car Seats:</u></b> My in-laws drove down so they brought Addi's car seat [God bless them], pack and play and even bought a crib. All we had to bring was Will's seat. My sister let us use her car seat bag and we checked it with our big suitcases. I cannot recommend this enough. His seat handle [the Keyfit 30] did get a little banged up, but all of the Styrofoam was in tact [I took the covers off to check] and not cracked so I call it a success. There were a lot of people who checked their seats without bags and they came out looking <i>gross</i>. Of course they could've been gross before the trip across country but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.<br />
Also, be prepared to sit and wait in terror at the luggage carousel until the <i>very last bag</i> comes up because they send all of the seats last [in Orlando they actually had it at a different carousel].<br />
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<u><b>-Carry on's:</b></u> We had about <strike>90</strike> 4 carry-on's, which didn't include the umbrella stroller we gate checked.<br />
Matt carried my computer bag with the laptop [I had work to do remotely while I was there], my camera [I don't check it because they don't exactly know the meaning of "fragile"], the iPad, spare diapers/wipes, a few snacks and coloring supplies.<br />
I carried the diaper bag that was equipped with as much shit as you can imagine. I'm talking hoarder levels. Many people, including my mom, were entertained by the amount of crap I had out trying to entertain our 2 year old.<br />
<i>Among the thousands of items: </i><br />
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<li>4 diapers for each kid</li>
<li>wipes</li>
<li>hand sanitizer [airports..gross]</li>
<li>books [new ones Addi got for Christmas and had never read]</li>
<li>changing pad</li>
<li>snacks..lots of snacks</li>
<li>more wipes</li>
<li>a few more "new" toys [I went downstairs and gathered up a bunch of them she never plays with anymore]</li>
<li>spare bottle/formula</li>
<li>spare paci</li>
<li>take & toss cups</li>
<li>Will's reflux meds [in case luggage got lost], infant tylenol & kid's ibuprofen</li>
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Addi got an awesome bag from her Aunt for Christmas which I packed full of toys that she had either forgotten about or were her favorites. I also bought her this adorable pair of headphones for the iPad on the plane that she used for approximately seven seconds. Money well spent, folks. [Side note: she also refused to carry her bag. We are slaves to a toddler.] Don't forget their favorite blanket & stuffed animal!<br />
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I packed one large suitcase for the kids and one for Matt & I. As always, I over-packed, but I'd rather have too much than too little. My in-laws' house down there has a super nice washer and dryer, which I utilized a lot, and I only came home with a few pieces of dirty laundry!<br />
A mother's dream...doing laundry on vacation.<br />
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Anyway, in the kid's bag I packed everything...diapers, sheets, blankets, clothes, bottles, formula, sippy cups, and all of Addi's extra crap that she brings to bed [which includes, her baby, bunny deer, two more lovies and about 33 other items]. I packed one extra pair of shoes for Addi and an extra pair of pj's for both, just in case. I knew we would have a washer/dryer in the event of a poop-tastrophe so I didn't go overboard on their clothes.<br />
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For Matt and I, I packed the usual plus anything that didn't fit into Addi & Will's suitcase. Our flight left at 7:10 am which meant leaving at the asscrack of dawn, so we stayed at a hotel the night before. This meant two extra overnight bags to prevent digging through our suitcases in the morning. We also had to bring two pack and plays for the hotel, but it beat bringing them through the airport too so I didn't mind a bit.<br />
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Overall the experience wasn't terrible, despite the low bar I had set for it [packing, not the trip. The trip was awesome.]. And I did manage to leave the house somewhat picked up, so I considered that a win-win. We also left <i>before</i> I had planned, which was a mind-blowing experience that will probably never happen again.<br />
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The airport and plane ride were a whole other experience that requires at least one other blog post so I might get to that in the next year or so [I jest].<br />
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If you're traveling with kids soon, God Speed. I'll drink a beer for you [or two].Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-58139145607330699572015-09-07T12:28:00.002-09:302015-09-07T12:28:24.799-09:30Will's Nursery! <div style="text-align: center;">
Well, I've been mostly MIA for the past several months but I am incredibly excited to say that I am no longer pregnant! That's right, folks. My little man finally did his mom a solid and made his grand appearance! </div>
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We're so excited for him to finally be in our lives [no one as much as me..summer pregnancies are the worst]!! </div>
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So, I'm going to get his birth story written up along with tons of pictures posted, but in the meantime I wanted to finally share photos of his nursery. I hope you like it!</div>
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To begin with, we had to find a place to put the kid. You might remember the playroom reveal I posted last year..</div>
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It was a colorful concoction filled to the brim with toys! A friend of ours took the piano off our hands [It made me so sad to let it go, but we just didn't have a place for it anymore!] to free up a lot of space. </div>
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Next, I designated the block book-case to Addi's room for toys and pretty much everything else went downstairs. </div>
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Because the orange wall took so much time [and because I didn't want to paint over it] I decided to play with that color for the theme. I added a navy blue stripe across the top to tone down the brightness a bit!</div>
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The original plan was to take down the yellow submarine wall decal that I put up for the play room but I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. I contacted the Etsy site I bought the original from and asked for a custom design to add Will's name and a few extras to center it on the wall. </div>
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This was the finished product! So great. </div>
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I love this room for the giant window!</div>
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I've stocked up on diapers when they're on sale and my sister gave me a ton of like-new clothes from her two sons! </div>
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Again utilizing one of these nursery door hangers from Wal-mart! </div>
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The sheet fabric was bought from Fabricworm.com and my mom took them to a local gal who does all of her alterations to make two sets of crib sheets. I love how they have stars just like Addi's and that the colors perfectly match the walls! </div>
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Hope you all liked the nursery reveal! </div>
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Up next: the birth story.</div>
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Baby fever is running high in our family since myself, my sister, and my sister-in-law are all pregnant and due within a month and a half of each other. </div>
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My sister will be a third time mom, me a second, and my sis-in-law will be having her first. </div>
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Because we are on our second and I was adamant about gender neutral baby gear when we had Addi, we will not be having another shower [per my request]. We're having a hard time finding room to store all the crap we have as it is! </div>
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We had a garage sale a month ago and it got me thinking about all the junk that comes along with having a baby. It's amazing the crap they have these days to make our lives so much easier! And while these things are nice to have, they're not all necessary, especially if you have a small house or are working on your second or third [or 4th or 5th!] child.</div>
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I wanted to make a list for new moms who want to find ways to keep the baby crap [literally & figuratively] to a minimum.<br />
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Here are the things we <i>could have</i> or <i>did </i>live without:<br />
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<b>1. Diaper Genie</b><br />
We actually received one of these from a friend for a shower, despite it not being on our registry. I went back and forth on whether or not to put it on our registry in the first place and after some research decided we could live without it. I didn't want to have to buy the extra stuff that it required to maintain, but the main problem was that we didn't have room for it in Adelaide's nursery.<br />
Instead we set up a small trash can right outside our garage door equipped with a pop-open lid and some Febreeze-fresh can liners. This was ideal for a newborn since they poop about 6 times a day and when they're only on formula or breast milk their dirty diapers don't really stink that bad. It's still a good idea to empty the can at least every other day [we do it every day in the summer time because heat + poop=yikes]. Now, at 18 months, we just take dirty diapers out to the dumpster since they reek and she doesn't poop as much [hallelujah].<br />
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<b>2. Tummy Time mat</b><br />
I bought like 3 different types of these and you know what I could've done instead? Put a couple of blankets down [or one thick blanket]. We have hardwood floors so it wasn't really an option to just put her on the floor. I bought this really cute elephant one and then another one with a bunch of "taggies" and it was just unnecessary.<br />
A much better idea: if you have one of these nifty activity mats [which I would <i>highly</i> recommend], you can just do tummy time on there! They will also use/stare at the fun toys when you lay them down for playtime on their backs.<br />
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<b>3. Changing Table</b><br />
If you've got the room and the cash then by all means, go for it. We didn't have either to spare so we just skipped it and put a changing pad on top of her dresser. Dressers will go a long way - as in the kids can use it until they're much older. Changing tables? Not so much. Besides, we barely used the changing pad in her room [it mainly just held clothes that needed to be put away]. The couch, blanket or carpet is a much easier [and cheaper] option.<br />
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<b>4. Expensive Baby Carrier</b><br />
As much as I wanted a fancy Ergo or Tula baby carrier, it wasn't something I wanted to spend hundreds of dollars on. I've heard AMAZING things about the Ergo [my sis has one and used the crap out of it!] and Tula both but it just wasn't something we had the money for.<br />
Instead, we received a Jeep carrier for Matt from our registry<br />
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and I got the Peanut Shell adjustable sling for when Addi was little, which also came from our registry.<br />
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Once she grew out of the sling I got an Infantino Mei Tai wrap that I LOVE! It was $25.99 and worth every penny!<br />
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All of these were under $50 dollars and worked great for us. I know there's some debate on how some carriers [like the Jeep one above] aren't good for hip dysplasia and all that good stuff, but my daughter is walking just fine [that's not to dismiss the fact that it happens, it just wasn't a problem for us].<br />
Carriers are a big deal for some people [as I'm sure it will be for me when we have a newborn and are chasing a toddler] so the expensive carriers are probably a no-brainer for them. To each his/her own!<br />
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A couple months ago, my mom scored a HUGE deal at Target for me in the form of an Ergo 360 for FORTY-FIVE DOLLARS! I think it was an open box deal or something but it's in perfect condition. I can't wait to use it for Will!<br />
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<b>5. Bed Set</b><br />
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The baby bed set. Every new mom's dream to buy! This one from Amazon is $99 - not a bad price for a 10-piece set. That being said, you can't use a few of the things, mainly the bumper, quilt and bed skirt [personal preference]. Remember: nothing but a sheet in the bed until they're older.<br />
I enjoyed personalizing both of my kiddo's nurseries with my own style. For both of the kids' rooms I've ordered fabric online and had the crib sheets made. Target also makes super cute crib sheets and you can order bed skirts and window treatments separately. The nursery pictured is cute, but it would ideally have a blackout curtain over the window and I would rather pick out my own decor with colors that match the set.<br />
Again - this is a completely personal choice so if a bed set is just easier for you, go for it! The quilt could easily be laid over a rocking chair or dresser as a decorative piece!<br />
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<b>6. Baby Food Maker</b><br />
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I ordered one of these off of Amazon when I was in my "making baby food" phase. It's basically just a food processor with a "baby food maker" label on it. So dumb. If you're going to make your own baby food [more power to you!], just buy a regular food processor and call it a day.<br />
Mine just sold at the garage sale we had for $2 bucks. I paid $25 for it on Amazon. [d'oh!]<br />
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<b>7. Baby Food Storage containers</b><br />
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Along the same lines as the baby food maker are the baby food storage containers. Otherwise known as glorified ice cube trays with a lid.<br />
These, too, sold at our garage sale for a whopping $1. The lady who bought them was going to make "ice cream treats" for her dog..<br />
[Note that some people use these for breast milk storage which is wicked cool! Pun intended]<br />
Instead of these, you can use regular small tupperware containers or the take and toss bowls with lids.<br />
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These are what I use to store most of Addi's frozen foods!<br />
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<b>8. Fancy Formula Dispenser</b><br />
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Not gonna lie, if we had $130 bucks of spare cash lying around, I would totally buy one of these. It's awesome. But as I pointed out to my husband when he claimed we desperately needed the one at Target, it's not <i>really </i>necessary. Convenient? Yes. But you won't have it with you everywhere you go so you might as well get used to making those bottles the old fashioned way.<br />
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<b>9. Bottle Warmer</b><br />
I bought one of these used from a friend and never once used it. I don't think the Tommee Tippee bottles would fit in it anyway and warm water worked just fine for our daughter. Again, you won't have it everywhere you go [unless you're planning on carting a shitload of baby stuff when you travel] so you might as well get used to doing it the "hard" way.<br />
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<b>10. Fancy Sink Bathtub</b><br />
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I had one of these on my Target registry but didn't receive it [sad face]. It was $46 dollars and my mom had the brilliant suggestion to just buy one of those <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Infant-Comfy-Bath-Sponge/dp/B000H953Y2" target="_blank">cheap foam sink inserts</a>. Guess what? It was perfect for newborn baths. And it was like $5 dollars. So it worked out. </div>
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<b>11. Name brand/pre-mixed formula</b><br />
This is not a one-size-fits-all suggestion because every baby's belly is different. Some do not take to certain brands of formulas; that's just a fact of life. You've gotta give that baby what works best for them! And what keeps them from screaming.<br />
After a ton of research I discovered that pretty much all formulas are made equal. They're all monitored by the FDA so they all have to have the same nutrients in them, no matter the brand or price. We went with the Target Up & Up Premium formula and it worked just fine for our daughter.<br />
I won't lie and say the pre-mixed Enfamil formula we got at the hospital wasn't amazing, but it's stupid expensive and money doesn't grow on trees [if only]. We plan on using the same for Will, assuming his tummy handles it as well as Addi's did.<br />
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<b>12. Baby Cereal</b><br />
This is kind of a hot topic and a really annoying one at that. A lot of people will suggest that you give your baby cereal when they're not sleeping through the night at 3 months or if they're fussy. This, in my opinion, is a fallacy. Maybe it worked for you - and that's friggin' fantastic! Do what you do, mama. But our kid hated it. And everyone and their Aunt Betty told us to try cereal in her bottle at a time when her tummy couldn't handle it and our pediatrician didn't recommend it.<br />
I'm one of those annoying moms who listens to everything our pediatrician says. And ours explicitly told me that cereal is just not necessary, especially before 6 months. So that's what I'm going with; the woman who has a medical degree.<br />
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<b>13. Everything baby Einstein</b><br />
I know, I know. You want your kid to be brilliant. But - and I haven't done any scientific studies or anything - you don't have to buy all of the baby Einstein stuff that's available. Buy a few to keep them entertained, but babies really aren't picky.<br />
Seriously, give them a spoon and they're set for hours. Read to them, sing to them, give them hugs. It's all good for their tiny minds! But you don't have to spend a billion dollars on taggy blankets and teething toys that guarantee a 32 on their ACT later in life.<br />
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Addi actually preferred my keys and cups to just about any other toy we gave her.<br />
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<b>14. Super Fancy Baby Monitor</b><br />
We never used a video monitor with Addi, partly because I was all "whoa those buggers are expensive!" and partly because I was afraid of seeing a ghost on the monitor when I woke up at 2 in the morning to check on her. Either way, not ideal.<br />
My sister uses these for both of her kids and absolutely loves them, so I'm not saying they aren't both cool and incredibly useful. There were times I wished I had a video feed so I could see if I <i>really </i>needed to get out of my warm bed to check on the nugget when she was fussing..<br />
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Instead, we bought a cheap $20 dollar set from Target with sound only and it's served us well. Granted, it does have a lot of static so I think we'll splurge for the $35 dollar one for Will but we're otherwise really happy with it.<br />
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Again, these were just some of the "luxuries" we decided to live without, but that's no to say we didn't have any nice stuff for our child. Believe me, thanks to both sets of her grandparents she was <i>not</i> lacking in awesome baby gear!<br />
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<b>Here are a few things I <i>would </i>highly recommend splurging on: </b></div>
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-Diapers - the cheap kind will leak and you will wish you didn't get them. Changing wet/poopy sheets in the middle of the night is no bueno. Trust me, stick with name brand. There are tons of coupons out there for Pampers & Huggies so you can save <i>some</i> money [they both also have rewards programs online for a chance to save even more]! Our favorites are the Pampers swaddlers - the blue wet-line indicator is legit. Addi was allergic to Huggies but my sis uses those for her boys and they work great! </div>
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Infantino-Twist-Fold-Activity-Vintage/dp/B002DWALTI/ref=sr_1_2?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131099&sr=1-2&keywords=baby+play+mat" target="_blank">-Play yard</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Evenflo-ExerSaucer-Door-Jumper-Bumbly/dp/B00AJSJCAW/ref=sr_1_2?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131118&sr=1-2&keywords=johnny+jump+up" target="_blank">-Johnny Jump up</a> [not really a splurge since ours cost $20 bucks]<br />
-<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bumbo-B10056-Floor-Seat-Blue/dp/B0092NNQ98/ref=sr_1_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131137&sr=1-1&keywords=bumbo&pebp=1434131135956&perid=05522758805C4C0B8460" target="_blank">Bumbo</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/myBaby-Soundspa-Lullaby-Machine-Projector/dp/B008KG5R6I/ref=sr_1_2?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131154&sr=1-2&keywords=baby+sound+machine" target="_blank">-Sound machine/projector</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tommee-Tippee-Closer-Nature-Fiesta/dp/B00K5KVC52/ref=sr_1_2?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131175&sr=1-2&keywords=tommee+tippee+bottle" target="_blank">-Tommee Tippee Bottles</a> [not a lot of parts and great for both breast-feeding & formula babes!]<br />
<a href="http://www.littleyellowchick.com/" target="_blank">-Lovey [we use Little Yellow Chick]</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/MAM-Silicone-Start-Pacifier-2-Count/dp/B00B4DCZXM/ref=sr_1_3?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1434131206&sr=1-3&keywords=mam+pacifier" target="_blank">-Mam Pacifiers</a> [Just happen to be our favorite brand]<br />
<a href="http://www.target.com/p/fisher-price-ultralite-day-night-play-yard-coastal-mist/-/A-16435009#prodSlot=_1_28" target="_blank">-A <i>light weight </i>pack & play</a><br />
-<a href="http://www.target.com/p/fisher-price-newborn-auto-rock-n-play-sleeper/-/A-16386093?lnk=rec|pdp|search_viewed|nslph1" target="_blank">Rock & Play</a> [they even have the auto-rockers now!]<br />
-<a href="http://www.target.com/p/chicco-keyfit-30-infant-car-seat/-/A-14263632#prodSlot=medium_1_4&term=chicco+keyfit+30" target="_blank">Chicco Keyfit 30 infant carseat</a> - I would also highly recommend getting a <a href="http://www.target.com/p/chicco-keyfit-30-and-keyfit-infant-car-seat-base-anthracite/-/A-11085770#prodSlot=medium_1_1&term=keyfit+30+base" target="_blank">spare base</a> if you have two cars. Each of our sets of parents got a base as well! My sis, SIL and I all plan on using the Keyfit 30 because it's a fantastic seat and it will make it so much easier for us all to have compatible bases!<br />
-<a href="https://us.britax.com/car-seats/boulevard/" target="_blank">Britax convertible seat </a>[we have the Pavilion G4] or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chicco-NextFit-Convertible-Seat-Mystique/dp/B00AHPZY68/ref=sr_1_1?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1437059062&sr=1-1&keywords=chicco+nextfit&pebp=1437059073950&perid=0MCKDQP5C31WRFA5J8KM" target="_blank">Chicco Nextfit</a> [we have used both and love them!]<br />
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Hope this helps some desperate mamas when trying to figure out registry items to add!!</div>
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Taking away the Pacifier. (eek!)</div>
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I was never one of those parents who was under the impression that pacifiers were the devil and that my kid would have screwed up teeth because of it. </div>
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My husband had braces for 10 years so there are already potential dental woes in our kids' futures. Might as well let her enjoy the paci. </div>
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We gave her a pacifier from the day she was born. Knowing what I do now, I have my favorite brand and will be utilizing only that type for Will. </div>
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Speaking of Will; this whole decision arose somewhat out of the blue after I realized that my goal of having Addi off the paci by 2 years old was going to fall <i>right</i> after her new little bro came into the world. After reading extensively on the easiest ways to rid your kid of this demonic sucking device, I knew that just wouldn't be the right time. She'll have enough adjusting to do without taking away her beloved paci. </div>
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Plus, I planned on getting rid of [either throwing away or hiding] <i>all</i> pacifiers from our house, car, office - anywhere and everywhere [because they really do end up everywhere. I'm sure I'll find a few in my jacket pockets next Winter]. And that just wouldn't be possible when we plan on having Will use the same paci that Addi did. </div>
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I saw a lot of stealing from her brother in our daughter's future. </div>
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Now as I said, I read as many articles as I could on the best way to go about doing this without traumatizing all of our lives in the process. I tend to over-research everything I do with my daughter. Did the same thing when we were switching from formula to milk and bottle to sippy cup. It's just the way I mentally prepare for such daunting tasks. So I thought I might help out another desperate mama who is looking for a few tips. </div>
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If I can help just one more mama out, I will feel like it was all worth it!</div>
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First off, let's start with the "<i>why</i>." </div>
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Why did I really want to get rid of the pacifier? She's only 18 months old, it's not like she's one of those 5 year olds still using a paci. </div>
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-<i>Gone by 2.</i> As I mentioned before, my goal was to have it gone by the time she was 2 years old. No particular reason for this, it just seemed like a good age [and the age most doctors/dentists have it gone by]. But with a new brother coming when she's 22 months, I thought it best to get this over with before he was in the picture. </div>
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<i>- She's starting to talk.</i> A lot. And consequently after we got rid of the stupid thing she picked up like 10 words in a matter of a week. Not even joking. I hated having her try to talk with the paci in her mouth. It drove me friggin' crazy. And forget asking her to take it out to talk. </div>
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<i>- I just wanted it gone.</i> Much like the bottle, I was tired of it. I was tired of the terrifying thought that I left her paci's at home. I was tired of cleaning them after she dropped it on the ground for the 100th time. I was just done. I also felt like she was getting really attached to it and I needed to nip it in the bud before it got too out of hand. </div>
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<i>-It was starting to look ridiculous.</i> Now that my baby is starting to look less like a baby and more like a little person [sobs], it was beginning to look more and more silly when she popped the thing in her mouth. </div>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Choose a time when nothing is going on.</b></i> No traveling, no major life events, no family in town; just a boring time where you can focus solely on this event. I would recommend when taking it away completely that you start on a Friday and do it through the weekend. If all goes as planned they will be over it by Monday. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Agree on a plan with your partner.</i></b> Even though I was the one who researched it all, I ran everything by my husband before deciding on what to do. I wanted to make sure we were in complete agreement on what we were going to accomplish so that when things got tough we would stick together. This eliminates the chance of the "well maybe if we did it <i>my</i> way..." arguments later on. These things are tough as it is. Add in arguments with your partner and you're destined to fail.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Collect all of the paci's you can find</i></b>. It's like a treasure hunt only not fun. Look everywhere. Under crib mattresses, under beds, toy boxes, random cabinets, diaper bags, cars; if your kid is anything like mine, they hoard them for later use. It's like she knew we were going to pull a fast one on her and she wanted to be prepared for this moment. Put them in a container and store them out of sight. Otherwise they'll point to it and say "I want dis!" Sorry my love. I really want a million dollars but that's just not how it works.</span></li>
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<b><i>Choose what method is right for your child: cold turkey or slow and steady</i></b>. What I mean by this is, do you want to take it away in one fell swoop or do you want to limit it to only bed/naptime for a few days and then get rid of it completely? You know your kid best so you'll know which method will work. Make a plan and <i>stick to it</i>. Don't give up when it gets hard. And it will.</div>
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<b><i>Set the bar low.</i></b><i> </i>I dreaded this process to the point where it made me ill. I just knew it would be <i>horrible</i>. Luckily it wasn't as hard as I had anticipated. By setting the bar low I felt like we did a really fantastic job! </div>
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As for us, we went with the slow and steady method. This was a mistake.</div>
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Our reasoning was because we were supposed to be traveling the following weekend and didn't want to break one of the rules I outlined above.</div>
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Starting on Tuesday I allowed pacifier use only at nap time and bed time. This seemed to work well except when she woke up from naptime or bedtime. </div>
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<i>Case in point</i>: The first morning following this change in routine was rough. Her dad always get her out of her crib [he's the morning person], changes her and then feeds her breakfast. They have a set routine. That morning he asked her politely if he could have her paci. She, of course, refused and an epic battle ensued. Usually filled with giggles and laughs, this morning our daughter cried for 40 minutes straight. Including the ride to work. This did not help mommy's poor morning attitude.</div>
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That day after naps I was very careful to get her away from her crib as quickly as possible and distract her in any way I could. This involved singing, books, and movies on the iPad.</div>
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<b><u>Tip #1: DISTRACT</u></b></div>
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The quicker they forget that they don't have their pacifier the happier they will be.</div>
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The days following never really got better, and as our trip got cancelled I decided to get rid of the damn thing completely. I believe this would have been our better option from the start, but again - you decide that for your child!</div>
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From most of what I read this was the preferred method for most parents. It's hard for the kiddos & parents at first but in the long run they get over it quicker.</div>
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Friday night at bedtime was when I decided to take it away completely. She had it for naps that day (I bring her to work so I couldn't exactly let her cry it out when she was pissed) but it worked out none the less. </div>
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During the day on Friday I talked to her a lot about how we were going to go to sleep without paci this evening because we were a big girl now. Did she understand? It's hard to say since she's quite young, but I think she at least got the gist. If you have an older child this will be a lot easier. Calmly explain what's going to happen. This will prepare them for what's coming and there won't be any surprises.</div>
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<b><u>Tip #2: PREPARE YOUR KIDDO</u></b></div>
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We were out a little late at my in-law's house (on purpose) so she got to bed about an hour later than usual. This helped to ensure that she would be extra tired when we put her down for bed.</div>
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That night, we had a very calm night time routine. Sometimes we stray from our plan (loud TV, lots of lights, etc.) so we were extra careful to make sure she was calm and relaxed before bed.</div>
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Daddy did her bath routine as usual and then we went into her room and got jammies on and read at least 4 books (she loves to read!). We had turned down the lights and turned her sound machine on in preparation for putting her directly to bed. </div>
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When we had finished all of our nighttime tasks, I said, "it's time for night-night, Addi. We aren't going to have our paci tonight because we're a big girl." We kissed her good night and then laid her down in her crib. </div>
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I told Matt, "We need to leave immediately." So we did. </div>
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(Usually I linger at the door, tell her we love her and that we will be right outside)</div>
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She talked to herself for probably 10 minutes or so and then she was out.</div>
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<i>That was it. </i></div>
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I nearly lost it. I figured we'd have at least 40 minutes of crying and then her finally giving in and falling asleep. Much to my surprise, she just chatted with herself and decided it was time to go to sleep. </div>
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She did wake up fussing at 5:30 (que the "helllll no" thoughts going through my head) Saturday morning but we let her fuss for about a minute and she went back to sleep until about 7, which is when she usually wakes up.When she got up in the morning she was a little fussier than normal, but much better than when we had let her have the paci <i>some </i>of the time. </div>
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For nap times I followed the same routine we always do for naps. </div>
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I said, "it's time for night-night, Addi. No paci again because we're a big girl." </div>
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Naps have been the hardest as she will typically fuss/cry for 10 minutes or so. I'm okay with letting her cry a little bit (I can differentiate her "fussing" cry and her "shit's gotten real, help me!" cry. Typically the latter happens when she drops her lovey over the side of the crib.</div>
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Not everyone is okay with letting their child cry and that is okay. Especially if you're dealing with a really young one. In our case, if I go in there she will not go back to sleep. It's better to let her know that she's not going to get her way simply by whining. This is obviously not appropriate for babies under 6 months, and sometimes not okay for babies under a year. It just depends on the child and your family's choices.</div>
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After that morning nap on Saturday I didn't mention the paci again. I thought it best to quit bringing it up. I would just say, "time for night-night!" and she was good to go.</div>
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<b><u>Tip #4: FORGET ABOUT THE PACI</u></b></div>
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-Collect the paci's and take them to their 2-year check-up and give them to the doctor in exchange for a small toy or book</div>
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-Collect the paci's and take them to a store to "trade" them in a for a new toy</div>
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-"Lose" it! Tell your kiddo it's lost and hope they believe you</div>
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We're about two weeks in and I couldn't be happier with the results. As I mentioned in the prelim's, I set the bar really low. I was terrified of this process and thought it would go horribly.</div>
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Car rides have been the worst for me. Usually she sat there happily sucking on her paci and I never really heard a word. Now when I put her in there and she didn't want to get in, she will let me know. The entire car ride. Luckily we live in a small town so trips usually aren't that long, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant to have her screaming from the back seat. I have no recommendations for this problem other than investing in ear plugs. I'm hoping she gets over this trend soon.<br />
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<i>Update since I wrote this: </i>We had our first long road trip (3 1/2 hours) without the paci and it went surprisingly well! I always try to time my trips around her nap time so she slept for a good two hours each way. I also have Toy Story 1 & 2 on our iPad so she got to watch that when she was awake (she is currently OBSESSED with Buzz!!). </div>
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I strongly believe that our success with this came from working together and sticking to a plan. Did we scream at each other once? Yes. </div>
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Well, I did the screaming. But I'm pregnant and hormonal and my husband should really know to tread lightly around me. </div>
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Overall, just try to stay positive. If you don't freak out, your child won't freak out.</div>
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This is a really hard tip for me to follow because I'm high-strung as a rule, but I made it a point to talk to her patiently and quietly and it seemed to work very well.</div>
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I hope this helped! And if you weren't looking for assistance on getting rid of a child's pacifier, then I hope it was at least enjoyable to read! </div>
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Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-43400152763487807852015-05-13T08:24:00.000-09:302015-05-13T08:29:45.316-09:30My Version of Childbirth vs. the Movies<div style="text-align: center;">
I meant to write this post before Mother's day but I never got around to it, so it will have to do being a couple of days late. </div>
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In honor of being knocked up [and therefore having one thing on my mind: babies], I thought I might share the differences between movie births and actual births. </div>
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Hint: they're not the same. </div>
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My sister-in-law is currently pregnant with her first and, like I was with my first, is terrified of the birth process. I swore in my younger days that I was going to request a C-Section just to avoid the awkward "poop during labor" scenario. Turns out I was just young and stupid. </div>
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The birth of my first daughter was the best moment of my life. The entire experience was so pleasant that I'm absolutely looking forward to the next one! I'm excited to push a kid out of me. Something's wrong with me. </div>
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Anyway, let's get down to the nitty gritty, shall we?</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6 Differences between my Childbirth & the Movies:</span></b></div>
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<i>1. Most women's waters break to start labor</i></div>
False. In fact, only about 15% of women's waters actually break on their own. The other 85% have theirs broken by doctors to get labor a-movin'.<br />
Turns out I was one of the 15%, though. My water broke in the morning as I rolled over to attempt to get out of bed! No contractions, no other indicators. In fact, I wasn't even aware that my water had broken until later that morning.<br />
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<i>2. A woman's water breaking is a giant gush of fluids, Niagara Falls style</i><br />
Also false. Well for most of us Fifteen Percenters, anyway. According to a Baby Center survery of over 1,000 moms, only 14% experienced the movie-themed "waterfall" effect when their water broke.<br />
As for me? I thought I pee'd myself while attempting to roll out of bed. Which isn't really that rare of an occurrence when you're 109 months pregnant. It wasn't until later that morning when I was at work and experienced a...er...."trickling" effect that I thought perhaps something much more was going on. Surely I couldn't be peeing myself <i>that</i> often. I called the hospital and they had me come in to check if it was amniotic fluid or pee. Turns out it wasn't pee, so yay! Baby time!<br />
My sister went into labor via contractions and had to have her water broken with both of her boys. Every mom is different!<br />
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<i>3. There's no time to get to the hospital! </i><br />
For some moms this is 100% accurate. For me, it was a lot of waiting. Even though my water had broken at 6 am that morning, I didn't have an actual contraction until they started the pitocin. When your water breaks you only have a 24 hour window to have that kid before there's a risk for infection so they gave me the option to start a pitocin drip and I happily obliged. I wanted to see my baby girl and I wasn't going to wait any longer than I had to. Plus they wouldn't let me eat and that was not cool.<br />
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Once they got me started on pitocin the contractions started rolling along and I wanted to get that kid out of me as quickly as possible. I waited too long to ask for an epidural so I got to feel way more of the contractions than I cared to. Luckily we live in a small town so the anesthesiologist was in the hospital already and came right up.<br />
I had Addi at 8:41 that night, so I was technically in labor for 14 hours, though it didn't feel that way since I didn't have horrible contractions the entire time.<br />
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<i>4. You want to murder your husband.</i><br />
I honestly thought of all the pregnant people in this world, I would want to murder my husband the most. Turns out that wasn't true. We totally teamed it up and he helped me through the entire thing. I could tell he was terrified, but for some reason I thought that was pretty damn cute.<br />
Yeah, sure, they got you into this mess. But they are also there to help you through it.<br />
So try not to murder them.<br />
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<i>5. Epidurals are like magical unicorns, only better.</i><br />
This is 200% true. My mom had all three of us naturally, mostly because epidurals just weren't that common when she was pregnant with us. Everyone was all scared of the whole "spinal tap" lingo [can't really blame them] and the long-term effects so they just didn't do them much.<br />
Now days it's epidural central. THANK GOD.<br />
Once I started having contractions, I wanted to kiss the ground my mother walked upon. I said over and over, "I don't know how moms do this without medication!" Natural birth mothers became my new heroes. Seriously. I worship them. Do I think they're a little crazy? Sure. But I get why they want to do it. I'm not here to start a debate on drugging my kid, I just don't share those values.<br />
The minute after I got my epidural I felt like everything was again right with the world. I actually got to ENJOY the birth of my child!<br />
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Like pregnancy, some women love birth and some probably don't. I truly enjoyed every second of my daughter's birth, even though there were complications at the end that nearly caused me a heart attack. I slept maybe 4 hours the entire time we were in the hospital because I was riding high on adrenaline and the fact that my baby girl was finally here!<br />
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I cannot stress enough to first-time pregnant moms or people who are just mulling over the idea of having children that it is absolutely, positively one of the best things in life. </div>
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Pregnancy can sometimes suck but once you have that baby in your arms you couldn't give a crap about all that other bad stuff. </div>
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Including crapping on your OB during labor. </div>
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<i>I still have no idea whether the dreaded accidental labor poop actually occurred. The doctors and nurses spare you the embarrassment and allow you to keep your dignity if it does happen, so don't stress. </i></div>
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<i>Just go, man.</i></div>
<br />Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-21496425258732171172015-04-23T05:02:00.000-09:302015-04-23T05:02:35.540-09:30Gender Reveal!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I'm sorry it took me so long to get this post up! It's been a crazy past few weeks</div>
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Exciting, but a bit crazy! </div>
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A couple of weeks ago we had our 19-week sonogram which also included the gender reveal! I commend those who can wait the entire 10 months to find out the sex of their baby but I am not one of those people. I <i>have</i> to know!! Mainly because it drives me crazy to call my unborn child "it". I like to call him/her by name! It makes it a little more real for me. :)</div>
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So here's how we did the reveal:</div>
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My parents came into the sono room with us. I wanted them to be the ones who had the secret this time around, as hard as it was for them! The sono tech did the gender parts last, so we turned away and she silently showed them the parts. Luckily it was very easy to see, I was really worried the little one wouldn't cooperate!</div>
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The night before I had made cupcakes. I got a box of the funfetti ones from Walmart for $1. One dollar, people. I also got a thing of icing for $1.50. The thing that cost the most was the candy to fill the inside of the cupcakes. Instead of doing M&M's, I found a chocolate candy that was similar and did a red & blue. Total investment for the cupcakes was about $15 (the candy was ridiculously expensive. If we were doing this again, I would have dyed icing instead, much cheaper!). Compared to the $50 bucks that some places charge, this was a steal. </div>
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Anyway, when we got home from the sono, my mom and dad filled the inside of the cupcakes (I had cut out the middle of them the night before) with the appropriate color of candies and then iced them! </div>
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They turned out so cute and they were super tasty! </div>
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Another fun last minute addition I decided to do was the clothespins. I saw this idea on Pinterest. The one I saw painted the appropriate color on, but I wanted something quicker (I had already baked cupcakes and made an entire spaghetti dinner for the crockpot!) so we just wrote the name in sharpie. One side said "Charlotte" and the other side said "William". I asked everyone to choose which they thought it was and pin it to their shirt!</div>
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I was sure it was going to be a girl, for karmic reasons.</div>
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Turns out it was a.....</div>
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Mav enjoyed the reveal more than anyone else. </div>
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We did a small gathering, just our parents and brothers/sisters. It was perfect! I didn't want to make it a big hairy deal, just something quick and fun (since we're stopping at 2 kiddos).</div>
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I really should have done a tutorial for the cupcakes but it was super simple. I just kind of winged it anyway. There are lots of tutorials available on Pinterest if you're interested in saving some money and going this route!</div>
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We're super excited to have a little boy...a new challenge for us! I'm 21 weeks tomorrow so I'm more than halfway done. September will be here before we know it!</div>
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Happy Monday, everyone.</div>
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I want to take a moment to introduce you to my daughter.</div>
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She bares many adoring qualities, so many that I doubt I could name them all in one blog post. Among them are strength, stubbornness, independence, orneriness, the love of play, and getting into trouble. </div>
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She loves to read. She loves cars. She loves playing ball. She loves cats. She loves laughing.</div>
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She loves all things kids love. </div>
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You've probably already noticed that she's wearing Batman pajamas in this picture. It was taken this morning after her nap. </div>
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Shortly before this picture was taken, a nice lady came into the office and immediately took notice of her. </div>
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How could you not? Her big, brown eyes are hard to resist.</div>
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<b>"He's just all over the place!"</b></div>
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<b>"How old is he?"</b></div>
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This wasn't the first time someone had mistaken her for a boy. I often dress her in clothes from the boy's department, mainly because I crave a variety of colors and print options that the girls section just doesn't have. You get pink, purple or yellow and that's about it. Sometimes I hit the jackpot and can find a teal blue shirt, but those instances are few and far between. </div>
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The other reason is fit. My child is no string bean by any means, but the more the days wear on, the more baby fat melts off her precious face and she looks more and more like a little girl rather than a baby. Target [my favorite retailer and shopping destination] has a bad habit of making their girls clothes much too tight and short. Right now I'm having to buy her 2T in shorts so they're not riding up her butt every time she moves. She can easily fit into boys 12 month shorts and shirts. </div>
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<b>"It's <i>she</i>, actually, and she's 17 months."</b></div>
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I don't often correct people in passing if they get her gender wrong because it's an easy mistake to make when they're this young, and frankly I just don't care that much. But in this case she had asked me a question about my daughter and I wasn't going to intentionally call her a "he" in my reply just to avoid awkwardness.</div>
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<b>"But she's wearing BATMAN!" </b></div>
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And your point is....?</div>
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This is where the anger sets in. I knew the nice lady meant nothing by this comment. Not everyone is as annoyingly gender-equal crazy as I am. The reason is quite simple: not everyone thinks about it. To be honest, I didn't even think about it until I was pregnant with my daughter and I saw how these types of things could affect my child. </div>
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But that doesn't make it any less annoying.</div>
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The kindest reply I could come up with was,</div>
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<b>"Yes, she likes superheroes too."</b></div>
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I can think of 100 questions now that I would like to ask that lady. </div>
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It's similar to when someone says something mean to you but you can't think of anything witty to say at the time so you just kind of stare at them stupidly and then walk away. But later you come up with like 4,000 things you could say that would have made them feel like an asshole. </div>
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That was me in this situation.</div>
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Please take a moment to think about what this lady said.</div>
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Let's break it down.</div>
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First off, she was a stranger. Assuming the gender of a baby or toddler is a tricky business unless they're wearing a shirt that explicitly says, "I'm a girl!" or "I'm a boy!" or their parents straight up tell you. If you're not sure, don't assume. You know how that saying goes.</div>
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Secondly, and most importantly, why can't my daughter wear Batman pajamas? That's a pretty simple question when you get down to brass tacks, isn't it? Why in the world would it not be okay for her to wear these particular pajamas?</div>
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Is it the color?</div>
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Is it because Batman is a man?</div>
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Is it because Superheroes are a "boy thing" and girls shouldn't be allowed to like things that boys like?</div>
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Is it because this lady is an unnerving prat who doesn't know her ass from her elbow?</div>
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The problem here was not that the lady assumed my daughter was a boy. Boys are cool, too. It's not offensive to say she was a boy, just like it's not offensive if someone mistakes a boy to be a girl. They might feel weird for doing it, but I don't think it's a big deal. </div>
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The problem in this situation was that this lady didn't think Batman was for girls. If she had been wearing a pink hello kitty nightdress, I'm sure there wouldn't have been any doubt in her mind that my daughter was in fact, a girl. Because girls wear pink, right? </div>
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Unfortunately this is just how our society sees boys vs. girls.</div>
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If my daughter wants to like Superman or Spiderman, that's her choice. If she wants to like Hello Kitty and Barbie, that's her choice, too. Neither of those things make her any less of a girl. If my nephews want to haul around a baby doll in a shopping cart, that doesn't make them any less boys. They all play in the same dirt, throw the same tantrums, and poop the same, smelly poop. </div>
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Why are we deciding for our kids what it is or isn't okay for them to like? Why are we setting these limits to their play and their wardrobe? Why are we concerned whether or not that they're dressed "girly" or like a "boy"?</div>
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Who gives a shit?</div>
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Let them play!</div>
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Let them be their own person.</div>
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Let them decide what they like or don't like.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let them be kids.</span></div>
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<b><i>A sample of awesome Addi's wardrobe:</i></b></div>
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This affects my children just as much as it does yours, boy or girl, young or old.</div>
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As I slyly mentioned in my last post, I am once again knocked up. Due in early September in case you wanted to add it to your calendar. </div>
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You probably gathered from my plethora of bitchy/satirical pregnancy posts with my first that I'm not a fan of pregnancy. I despise it, in fact. Luckily it all pays off in a matter of 9 months, but the wait to get there is really quite horrible. </div>
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Now luckily not everyone agrees with me. Some people LOVE pregnancy. That's probably because they don't get the vomiting, migraine, swelling symptoms. </div>
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And for that I say to them [in the rudest way possible]: "I hate you, please either shut up or pretend pregnancy sucks when you're around me." </div>
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Luckily the second trimester has hit for me so I'm anticipating that "57 minutes of glory" to come along any minute. During those precious seconds in time, I will not feel like complete garbage and will make it a point to write a positive pregnancy post.</div>
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Having been pregnant once before, I've noticed a lot of differences the second time around. Like many things, there are pros and there are cons. Mostly cons. But I still get a baby at the end of the deal so I do feel pretty good about it. </div>
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<i><b>1. That whole "other kid" thing.</b></i></div>
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The first and most obvious difference for your second pregnancy is that you have another kid running around somewhere. Hopefully you have tabs on them. If not, you might want to check that situation out. </div>
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In my case, I currently have a 16 month old to deal with on top of growing a human. This takes the exhaustion symptom to a whole new level. I also bring said toddler to work with me every day, so on top of working full time, I'm chasing around a now incredibly-mobile wild child. </div>
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<i><b>2. Working out? No.</b></i></div>
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With Addi, I continued my workout regimen <i>strictly </i>until I got too uncomfortable to do so [around the 3rd trimester]. I was running, I got up at 6 am to do yoga, I even did weights. </div>
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You wanna know what my workout routine consists of now? Having a toddler. I run after her. I stretch when I'm picking up her tornado of toys every 5 minutes and I carry all 24 pounds of her around with me when I'm too impatient to let her lolly-gag [walk]. </div>
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As for those "no excuses" moms who claim that they always make time to work out, good for them. But I'm not one of them. I get home from work between 4-5, make dinner, clean up the house, chase my kid around, try to stop her from throwing fits, do the laundry, prepare food/drinks/clothes for the next day at work, help with jammies [dad gives her a bath] and we put her to bed. I go to bed around 9 and then I get up and do it all over again. I hardly have time to eat dinner, let alone sit and watch TV. Or work out. </div>
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I wish I had time, I wish I had the energy, and I wish I had the motivation. But keeping the house in line is higher up on my list of priorities at this point [nesting] so the cardio can wait. </div>
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<i><b>3. Less freaking out.</b></i></div>
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As a first time preggo, it's in your genes to be terrified every time something weird happens to your body. Anything and everything <i>will </i>make you fear the worst. It's biological. </div>
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Now that I've been around the block once, I feel much more confident when something weird happens. Unless you have unusual bleeding or recurring pains, you're probably fine. I kept my OB on speed dial with Addi, this time around I couldn't tell you their number if I tried. It's a calming feeling.</div>
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I'd heard this before, but it never really resonated until it actually happened to me. On top of the additional fatigue, I also vomited my entire first trimester, whereas with Addi I only had nausea. And I've had migraines. It's been peachy.</div>
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I didn't do the progesterone shots this time around but I am taking a supplemental pill. This, I believe, seems to be causing the migraines. The vomiting is nearly gone, so that's comforting. Still holding out for those 57 minutes of 2nd trimester bliss. </div>
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With your first, every doctor's appointment is SUPER exciting. But they also felt like a million weeks apart. I remember counting down the days until the next one! It was so fun to ask my doctor questions and get to see the little squirt on a sonogram. </div>
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Now? I can hardly remember when my last appointment was. I just know that I have to go again next week and we find out the gender and I'm all, <i>whoa...where did the time go, dude? </i></div>
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This is also enjoyable for me because I <i>hated</i> waiting for my next appointment. Being this busy makes it feel like they're only a week apart! Talk about convenient. </div>
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<i><b>6. People seem to forget you're pregnant.</b></i></div>
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I don't know if it's because the first was SO glorified but I feel like this baby isn't getting as much attention as our first. It could also be because I just started showing and people seemingly forgot I was even pregnant [this included myself some moments].</div>
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It's kind of a bummer but it's also nice not having people ask you how you're feeling every 10 minutes. </div>
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I'm going a different route with my pregnancy updates this time around [meaning I won't be doing a weekly, just because you've heard it all before] but trust me when I say that I'm showing a lot more than I did the first time around.</div>
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Apparently it's not enough to just have one child anymore because from the minute I got pregnant the questions started rolling in regarding when we were going to have a second. At that point, I was all, "hey, yo, I just got pregnant, give it some time" but it didn't stop when she was born. It felt like the minute she came out people were asking when we were going to have a second. </div>
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Now that we're <i>having </i>our second, people don't really ask. And if they do, I quickly say, "we're done at two." and that's it. No more questions. We're done. It's a freaking miracle. Because there are no negative Nancy's out there telling you that you can't have an only child. Two seems sufficient to most people. Halle-freakin'-lujiah. </div>
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It's the same principle, pregnancy, but it's much different if you've done it before. I know I've said it before, but I really am trying to get better about writing in my blog more frequently. I do have a lot going on these days so I have a lot to write about! I'll keep you abreast of the pregnancy situation, whether you want to hear it or not. </div>
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Hey Ya'll! It's been a crazy past few months. The holidays flew by, Spring is nearly here, and I found out I am pregnant with number 2! Exciting times are in store for our household. </div>
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Because of the influx in hormones and human-growing going on in my body, the nesting has started. It's in full force, people.</div>
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Last week was my 27th birthday [yikes] and I asked my husband to be my slave for a weekend instead of a gift. Also, there was no whining allowed [can't say he came through with that promise]. </div>
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So while he took care of a few things I wanted done in Nugget's room [nursery reveal to come when it's actually done], I was busy redecorating the upstairs bathroom. </div>
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Since it is our main guest bathroom upstairs, I wanted to make it appealing to both kids and adults. Which is more tricky than I had imagined.</div>
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First off, I started by finding a new shower curtain. I loved the current one [a subway map of London's underground], but it's see-through. Meaning anyone who walks in can see everything in the tub. It's like having glass cabinet doors in the kitchen. No thank you. </div>
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Looking at Target online I found a lot of great options, but one in particular caught my eye:</div>
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I thought it was the perfect mashup of adult & kid! </div>
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Even with my 5% RedCard discount I couldn't justify spending that amount of money. </div>
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So, me being me, I thought, "eh, I can DIY that." </div>
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After finding the shower curtain I wanted, I had to decide on colors. </div>
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Going for modern, I decided on light grey and coral red. I found some beautiful combinations of dark grey and red but this bathroom is quite cozy [small], so I wanted something a little lighter. </div>
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Here are the before pictures of the old bathroom:</div>
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After picking up the paint at Lowe's and heading back home, I took a second look at the space and realized I wanted to do something fun on the wall above the tub [it's the first wall you see when you step inside the door]. I decided to paint that wall the red, but I also wanted to do a cool design. I searched Pinterest and quickly found a geometric look that's popular these days. </div>
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The guy at Lowe's recommended painting all walls grey first because painting walls red is a real bitch. The grey would act as a primer [brilliant tip, Lowe's man. Worked like a charm]. </div>
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After painting and edging all of the walls [only took one coat...hooray!], I started on the design.</div>
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Better yet, get GREAT painter's tape. </div>
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Don't go cheap, people. It's like buying cheap toilet paper; it just won't work out.</div>
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Personally, I'm an avid believer in the Frog Tape [seen also in my <a href="http://jhawkgal.blogspot.com/2014/05/playroom-reveal.html" target="_blank">Playroom Decor</a> post]. </div>
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I first edged the two side walls, then started with one long piece of tape down the middle of the wall [goes from middle to bottom left]. From there you can just lead pieces of tape wherever you want them to go. You can make your shapes as big or little as you want. It's quite refreshing!</div>
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I used an edging brush to paint the entire wall first [I think it helped to get the edges clearer in the long run] and then rolled two layers. </div>
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I also did a couple of large shapes on two of the larger walls to add some more red. I made the mistake of listening to the helpful Lowe's man when he suggested I get an entire gallon. "It's only 5 dollars more!" he says. Turns out I could have done the entire thing with a quart, but oh well. </div>
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I did two coats on these using only the edging brush. </div>
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I took the tape off of these while the paint was still drying [as suggested by many articles] and only had a few spots to touch up with the grey. </div>
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The results were flawless!! The red turned out perfect [and not <i>too</i> red. that would have been tragic].</div>
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Now onto the shower curtain. </div>
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Let's recap the awesomeness:</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">$89.99</span></div>
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I'm not living on Bono's budget, friends. 90 bucks for a shower curtain was just not going to happen.</div>
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Instead, I went ahead and bought a plain white fabric curtain from Target at the [much, much] cool[er] price of $15. I also bought some black acrylic paint from Walmart for $2. The brushes I already had on hand.</div>
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Total investment: $17 bucks.</div>
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I covered our dining room table [which luckily happens to be black] with wax paper and laid the freshly washed/dried curtain as straight as I could. I also taped it on either side to the table so it was tight and wouldn't bunch. </div>
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I started off on a bad note [pun intended] by making the "we" a hair too small. Problem solved by adding a music note on the other side. </div>
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I didn't take many pictures because I was also cooking dinner for a crowd of people at the same time, so I was rushing to get this done. You know, so my guests could marvel at all the hard work I put into decorating a bathroom.</div>
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Here's the finished product:</div>
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I edged each of the letters for a cleaner look. The splatters were messy but fun. I put some black paint in a container with a little bit of water and then just...well, splattered it.<br />
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Okay, so it's not <i>perfect</i>, but it's close enough and I didn't have to spend 90 bucks to get it!</div>
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As I said in my Facebook post, I'm really happy with how this turned out.<br />
I think it's fun and contemporary; all good things!</div>
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Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-78322585730975865762015-01-24T07:20:00.003-09:302015-01-24T07:20:34.647-09:30Downtown DenverWe made our annual trip to Colorado last week for a long weekend getaway. We spent a majority of our time in Winter Park but stopped by Denver on our first day so Michelle and I could visit a wedding boutique in downtown.<br />
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I had only seen the downtown area at night so visiting during the day was a total "blow my mind" type of thing. It's like Lawrence on crack.<br />
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There are beautiful murals on the sides of most buildings, interesting art, fascinating people...I wish we could have stayed longer simply so I could have gotten more photos.<br />
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I couldn't believe the number of really cool lofts and apartment buildings!</div>
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I have a lot of pictures of the beautiful bridal shop we visited as well. I'll update you with those on a later date!<br />
Right now I should be cleaning so I better go. Happy Saturday, all!Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-45244569752795784032015-01-02T13:35:00.000-09:302015-01-02T13:35:21.047-09:30Project 365<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alright, so I've decided to start a new project. I'm the type of person who gets really excited about something and continues it for a month or two and then fizzles out, but I'm going to give this a good shot.<br />
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Since we have recently fulfilled my husband's longstanding desire to become a business owner and my hobbies have since taken a backseat, I've decided to take this year to refocus on one of my favorite things: Photography.<br />
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I have the fancy camera, I have the knowledge of how to work it, and I have some experience. But I also have a lot to learn. It is my dream to one day be a stay-at-home mom with a photography business on the side. I've always had a passion for photography and capturing everyday moments.<br />
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So, as many other photographers have done before, I'm taking the next 365 days to learn from myself, people around me, and from trial and error. I have a lot of specific things I would like to learn more about and I intend to do so with tutorials, books, and maybe even a few photography classes.<br />
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The goal with Project 365 is to take a photo a day for a year; it doesn't have to be perfect, the composition doesn't have to be exact, it can even be with your phone camera [though I'm going to try to avoid this, sometimes you don't have another choice]. I'm going to be patient with myself if I can't get a photo every single day [because sometimes life just gets in the way], but I'm going to try my hardest! I think this will be a fantastic learning experience and I will at least get some great photos for a year! I probably won't share them all because they probably all won't be noteworthy, but I'll share my favorites when I can.<br />
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For my first photo, a candid of my daughter.<br />
Her dad's eyes, ears, lips and nose, but she <i>might</i> have my hair color.<br />
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I hope you all had a fantastic holiday season. We certainly did, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad it was over! ;)Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-20375114259412123552014-12-03T07:30:00.001-09:302014-12-03T07:39:06.888-09:3015 things I've learned in 365 days of being a parentHey there, bloggers! I'm sorry for the radio silence. It's been kind of crazy around here as of late. As some of you might know, we just opened up a new business. With that comes chaos and zero free time!<br />
But I decided that enough is enough.<br />
I had to write <i>something </i>on my blog, mainly so people didn't start to think I had moved to an island with zero internet access [my worst nightmare].<br />
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My sweet baby girl turned one on the 25th. Suddenly I was staring at a crawling, babbling toddler who had grown 8.5 inches and put on 16 pounds in the span of a year. How did time go by so fast? It seems like I was just walking into the hospital to see if my water had broken!<br />
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<b>1. If you think talking about poop is weird, you're clearly childless.</b><br />
We've had full on conversations about my daughter's poop schedule at the dinner table. I've talked about poop with random strangers before. Poop brings us together, people.<br />
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<b>2. You basically turn into a ninja.</b><br />
There is nothing more important than entering or exiting a room quietly when your kid's sleeping in there. I have closed so many doors without making a sound. It's actually something I'm considering adding to my resume.<br />
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<b>3. Whenever you hear a crying baby now your heart starts racing automatically.</b><br />
Even when you realize it's not your kid doing the crying, it doesn't matter. It's a parent thing.<br />
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<b>4. Your phone storage is no longer filled with selfies or pictures of food.</b><br />
It's now pictures of your kid doing the same thing over and over. Or movies that will keep them quiet during a meal out.<br />
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<b>5. Speaking of meals out:</b><br />
Once they're no longer in that beautiful "infant sleeping in their carrier through the entire meal" stage, shit really hits the fan when it comes to dining out. <i>Especially</i> when they start eating solids. There's a reason why parents should tip more when they bring an infant out to eat. Kids are like tiny tornadoes, except they smell worse.<br />
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<b>6. Any rules you stated before you had kids are out the window.</b><br />
I swore that I would NEVER EVER IN A MILLION FRICKIN' YEARS let my children sleep in our bed. That stupid statement was made before I had been so sleep deprived I was literally holding my eyelids open. Sometimes you let your kid sleep next to you because you actually cannot survive if you sleep any less. <i>[sidenote: this trend only started when the 9 month sleep regression hit. I wouldn't let her sleep with us when she was little because it was dangerous and scared the crap out of me.]</i><br />
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<b>7. It's not cool to judge other parents.</b><br />
I know it's annoying when kids start screaming at the table next to you, but just because I have a baby that <i>might potentially </i>have a meltdown at some point in the evening does not mean I'm never going to go out for a meal. Sorry my daughter's crying but I'm trying everything I can to keep her from crying. You being a dick and telling your husband we're ruining your "date night" isn't helping anyone. It just makes you look like an asshole. [Yes, this did happen to us. To be fair, her husband was mortified.]<br />
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<b>8. Never, ever wake a sleeping baby.</b><br />
Remember the episode from Friends when Rachel brings Emma home from the hospital and she's peacefully sleeping in her bassinet but then Rachel wants to pick her up to hold her and Emma cries for the next 6 hours? That's 100% accurate. The 6 hours thing might be a stretch, but as a rule you should NEVER, EVER WAKE UP YOUR CHILD. Just because you read an article online that said your kid is sleeping too much if they take three naps instead of two doesn't mean it's right. Some people are stupid and make shit up. Being a writer on the internet does not make them a doctor.<br />
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<b>9. Speaking of Sleep..</b><br />
In the first year, just plan on not getting any sleep. I'm not kidding. Set the bar low. That way if you <i>do </i>get to sleep more than you had planned, it's like bonus sleep. It always irritated me when people said, "enjoy your sleep now because you won't be getting any when the baby comes!" I'm not sure whether it irritated me because I didn't want to admit I would never sleep, or because people just annoy me sometimes. But those people were right. As much as I hate to admit it, they were spot on. Had our child not suffered from reflux at the beginning the experience might have been different, but if it's not one thing it's another. People gave us tips, I read books, but at the end of the day you just do whatever you can to get through the first year.<br />
I'm happy to report that my daughter is sleeping through the night again! That is until she gets another tooth, or goes through another leap or..she just decides she doesn't want to sleep through the night anymore. <br />
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<b>10. Shopping for your child's wardrobe is much more fun than shopping for your own.</b><br />
I have never been a fan of shopping. It's annoying, I don't like crowds, and usually by the end of a 'trying on' session I'm sweating. But shopping for my daughter is a blast. I love finding the weirdest/cutest outfits I can for her! Anything on her is cute, so it works out.<br />
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<b>11. You learn to weed out any unnecessary baby items.</b><br />
Facial Tissues? I have a sleeve for that. I don't need a diaper genie because I have a trash can. I don't necessarily need a lot of toys because she prefers to open drawers and empty the contents. It's hard to keep it minimal when people are excited to buy your child stuff, but it could be done. Kids are pretty simple. Diapers, wipes, formula/boob, warm clothes, blankets and you're pretty much good to go.<br />
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<b>12. Take the unsolicited advice with a grain of salt.</b><br />
Because in the end you're going to do what you want anyway. Heed any advice you find useful and throw out the stuff you don't. People really love to share their experiences, so let them. It might be irritating at times, but they're just trying to help.<br />
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<b>13. Ask for help.</b><br />
My mom, sister, and mother-in-law have been my guidebook for parenting this first year. And I know they will continue to be because they're experts. I am not. It's nice to have them around to ask stupid questions and get a non-judgmental answer. It was hard for me to learn to ask for help, but I've since embraced the idea. Sometimes you need an hour to run errands and go to Target in peace, and that's okay. It doesn't make me a bad mom, it keeps me sane.<br />
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<b>14. You don't and can't know what you're doing.</b><br />
Just ride out the storm. Parenting, like many things, comes with time. You will never be perfect at it, but with time and practice, you can suck a little less. When my daughter was sleeping 30 minutes at a a time at around 6 weeks old, I thought I might actually die from exhaustion. My sister told me this: "It will get better." Which didn't really help much then, but she was totally right. It got better. We took it one sleepless day at a time. Matt and I nearly killed each other [exhaustion will do that to you] but we got through that, too. There was a lot of yelling and crying, but we pushed forward. And we now have a hilarious, allbeit stubborn and independent daughter who we could not live without.<br />
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<b>15. Your parents were right.</b><br />
This fact becomes more and more apparent the older I get. And I tell my parents this a lot in hopes that it will make up for the crap I pulled on them when I was younger. My mom used to say it all the time, and it's absolutely true; "You'll understand when you're a parent." When I was late for curfew or when I didn't wear my seat belt or when I screamed back at them in a moment of rage...I understand now why it drove them so crazy.<br />
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Nothing is more important to a parent than keeping their child safe. I have spent 100% of this past year worrying about SIDS and choking hazards and incorrect car seat placement and the list goes on. That worry will never go away [so I've heard], they will just change to different worries. Like boyfriends and bullies and safe driving. And I will tell my daughter one day, "you'll understand when you're a parent." I can see her rolling her eyes now, but she'll get it when she's older. She will understand when she holds her child for the first time what it means to be a parent. There is nothing like it in the world. Nothing compares to that feeling.<br />
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I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I will try to be better about updating more regularly, but I can't make any promises. ;)<br />
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Tata for now!Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-9091744837149132602014-09-11T11:13:00.000-09:302014-09-11T11:13:04.832-09:309 random facts about meI've never been one to hold back about things, but we all have our little secrets...<br />
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<b>Confession #1: I don't read to my kid every day.</b><br />
Doctors recommend that you read to your infant from the time they're conceived. That was all good and fine when we were two eager parents to be and our way of preparing was to read to our kid who likely heard us talking like the voice from the lady on the phone in <i>Charlie Brown</i>. "Waa wa wa. WA." But now I have a crawling 9 month old whose attention span rivals that of a squirrel on crack. Not to mention the sixteen loads of laundry, house cleaning, eyebrow plucking, dinner making I have to do. Yeah, I'll read my kid 6 books a day. It's <i>that</i> easy!<br />
We do try to read at <i>least</i> once a day, typically two books at a time because the board books we read have a total of 8 words in them so it doesn't take long.<br />
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<b>Confession #2: Sometimes I take home leftovers and then eat them immediately when I get back home.</b><br />
Because I'm sitting with people who eat like birds or it's a business meeting and I don't want to eat my whole plate and look like a fatty. But when I get home I'm <i>still</i> hungry. I eat those leftovers like it's nobody's business. No shame.<br />
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<b>Confession #3: I only wash my hair twice a week.</b><br />
This totally grosses out my mom and probably 95% of the people reading this, but before you go all "ewwww!" on me, it's for good reason. Technically, people with long hair [or really just hair] shouldn't wash their hair more than once a week. No joke. I've done a lot of research. It's bad for your hair. And it's a waste of shampoo. I just started this twice a week ritual last month in an effort to get my hair to a more healthy state [pregnancy did a number on my locks]. At first it got really greasy after day 2 or 3, so I invested in some ballin' dry shampoo which helped combat the..err...grossness. Now after a few weeks my scalp has adjusted and I no longer look like a homeless person midway through the week. Proof:<br />
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I've also stopped using a flat iron, curling iron and blow dryer. Basically I'm halfway to being Amish.<br />
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<b>Confession #4: I take at least 75 pictures of my child every day.</b><br />
This probably isn't a huge surprise to you guys, but I take a lot of pictures of my kid. Because she is just so damn cute.<br />
Here are just a few I've taken from the last 60 hours:<br />
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<b>Confession #5: My "filter" becomes thinner every day</b><br />
You know how I say pretty much everything that comes to mind? I haven't always been this frank when it comes to telling it like it is. Don't get me wrong, I've always had what some people call an "attitude" and I've always been pretty blunt when I feel it's necessary, but I've found that my filter gets more loose with every day that passes. I don't know if it's because I get older every day and with age the ability to care about other people's opinions diminish, or just because I'm sick of sitting back and letting things happen around me when I get no say in the matter.<br />
I believe in kindness and the power to change things by speaking up. I also believe that if people are dicks to you, you have the right to be one right back to them. This "get what you give" mentality probably wouldn't fly with like..Ghandi or Mother Theresa, but I'm willing to bet they spoke their minds without regret. I'm working on a happy medium. Preferably before my child starts school so I don't embarrass her horribly by shouting at her teacher for giving her a <i>B</i> in coloring.<br />
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<b>Confession #6: I'm a sucker for chick flicks. And the Hallmark Channel.</b><br />
As alike as we are, my sister has always <i>loathed</i> my choice in television entertainment. Can't say I blame her. I watch a lot of Rom Com's. Lately I try to stick to comedy, but I still love a good romantic drama once in a while.<br />
When we were kids, it was a whole other form of torture for her; The Disney Channel. [<i>Brink!</i>]. Dun dun <i>dun. </i><br />
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<b>Confession #7: I have wicked road rage.</b><br />
I'm talking debilitating, my-husband-has-considered-committing-me type of road rage. I attribute it to all of the people who have HIT MY CARS. Those mother truckers have really done a number on my patience in a vehicle. I'm not a therapist, but I'm pretty sure it's a trust issue. People shouldn't suck so bad at driving.<br />
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<b>Confession #8: I have to eat at scheduled times or I get seriously hangry. </b><br />
My close family and friends know this about me already because when we're out and the lunch hour approaches, I tend to get quiet and short, depending on the hour. I eat at set times every day. 8 am, for breakfast, between 11:15-12:45 for lunch, and between 6-7 for dinner. None of this "skipping meals" business. I'm a human and therefore require food to continue living. I've done the whole "only eat lunch" thing to try to lose weight when I was younger and that shit is for the birds. Literally. Only a bird could survive on that amount of food.<br />
So yes, I am pretty much the guy in the snickers commercial who becomes a diva when he doesn't eat. I get teased for it, and I've accepted it as a really funny part of who I am. Don't mess with my food, yo.<br />
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<b>Confession #9: I don't share food.</b><br />
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Seriously. I don't share food. Ever. I don't discriminate. Even if I love you dearly. Even if you're my best friend. Even if you're my husband. Even if you birthed me. I don't share food.<br />
One exception to this rule has surfaced in the past 3 months, and that is my daughter. But that is out of sheer convenience.<br />
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So that's that. Random facts about Mallory. Please still be my friend.Mallory Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111732019150954123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70737795937134150.post-46998302638719939362014-08-25T11:14:00.000-09:302014-08-25T11:14:48.967-09:304 Ways to Save a Buttload of Money at Target<div style="text-align: center;">
Target and I have a love/hate relationship in that I love Target but Target hates me. More specifically, Target hates my bank account because it's always taking money out of my bank account. Incidentally Target also loves my bank account because it gets money from it. </div>
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Basically what I'm saying is that I spend a majority of our shopping budget at Target. This is both because I <i>despise</i> Walmart and also because I love Target. </div>
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Since I've become a frequent shopper at this magical retail establishment I've managed to find ways to save as much money as I can so my husband doesn't take my debit card away and never allow me to shop for the "essentials" ever again. (Yeah right, that means he would have to do it and in that case we would never have smelly-good candles and HOW COULD ANYONE LIVE WITHOUT SMELLY-GOOD CANDLES?!) </div>
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Yesterday I was talking to someone about their Target baby registry, suggesting that they add anything and everything to it so they could use the 10% off coupon they get at the end. And they're all, "oh we're getting our diapers from Amazon." Which is awesome, don't get me wrong. But I'm just thinking of all the money I've saved on diapers and wipes at Target and I'm feeling pretty good about my way. </div>
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So I thought that perhaps I would share with my bloggin' buddies how I [easily] save so much mulah at Target! </div>
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<i>[Please note, this is not a paid blog post. I'm just in love with Target. They </i>should <i>pay me, they just don't realize how cool I am yet. Wait for it.]</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. The Redcard</span><br />
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Okay, if you shop at Target even <i>one time</i> this year, you're an idiot if you don't have a Target Redcard. </div>
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Well, maybe not an idiot...but you're totally missing out. </div>
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<b>Here are the pros of a Target Redcard:</b></div>
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- <b>5% off of every purchase</b>. EVERY. SINGLE. PURCHASE. Like, just for using the card. So far this year I've saved $119 dollars from my Redcard alone. Please don't calculate how much that means I've spent. My husband will shit a brick.</div>
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- <b>Connects to your bank account.</b> Take note - this is a Target <i>debit</i> card. Not a credit card. This baby hooks right up to your regular old bank account, you create a pin, and voila! No terrifying statements at the end of the month that leave you gasping for air. </div>
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- <b>Free Shipping at Target.com</b>. This is a must for the internet shopper in you. As much as I love going inside Target, our store is...well, it's pathetic by Target's standards. It's very small and very much in need of [ahem] SuperTarget status [watch out, ya'll. If I could grocery shop there, too, I would be the happiest woman alive]. So free shipping is great when I need to purchase something online that I can't find in store.</div>
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- <b>Easy Returns. </b>If you thought Walmart had easy returns, pump the brakes my friend. I often buy stuff from Target <i>knowing </i>I will most likely return it. Or with the intention of <i>trying it on at home</i> rather than using their dressing rooms [the lighting in those things? yikes.]. Because their returns with the Redcard are easy as pie! You don't have to have a receipt. Just the card. They swipe. You return. Easy peasy. Oh and did I mention that you get an extra 30 days to return the item? Just let that all sink in.</div>
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<b>Now, here are the cons of Redcard:</b></div>
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-You have to fill out an application by hand [the HORROR] and remember to bring a voided check with you. </div>
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That's it. That's literally all the cons. I got my husband a card just for him and he thought it was stupid, but one day he will start going to Target instead of Walmart and realize what he's been missing all of his life. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Cartwheel App</span><br />
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For all of you smartphone users out there, this is something you can't miss. It doesn't require any applications or voided checks or annoying e-mails. Just sign in with your Facebook account or E-mail and you're good to go. </div>
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Basically it's a coupon system for Target <i>only. THIS IS WHY TARGET IS SO AWESOME, PEOPLE.</i> They have their own GD coupons! It's kind of like a Dillon's card, only better. Because the savings are much greater and the prices aren't jacked up to begin with. </div>
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To summarize the app, you get an allotted amount of coupons you can add. You can select from different departments, scan barcodes in store to find coupons, or search by keyword.</div>
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Then when you check out, you just select your barcode in the app and the super-friendly Target employee scans it. Let the savings begin!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. Online Ways to Save</span><br />
-Go to target.com.<br />
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-Go to the bottom of the page where it says "Ways to Save".<br />
-Bask in all of the savings you're about to get.<br />
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Here you can select & print off coupons, see online deals and view the weekly ads.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. Weekly Ads & In-Store Savings</span></div>
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As stated above, you can find weekly savings inside the weekly ad that Target provides in the newspaper as well as online. Here you will see all the delicious deals you can get in-store. I like this for the awesome $5 or $10 gift card options they offer occasionally. I keep an eye out on these for diapers and formula since I can buy them in bulk and know they will get used. Typically you have to get at least two of an item to receive a gift card [depending on the item it will either be a $5 or $10 gift card] so make sure it's something you'll actually use. Otherwise you're just spending money to save money. </div>
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<i><b>A few extra tips on saving: </b></i></div>
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-When you create a registry, put stuff on there you might not think you'll get at a shower. Whatever you don't get, you'll get a 10% off coupon to use when you buy those items that didn't get purchased! You can combine that coupon with others to save even more money!</div>
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-Double up Target store coupons with every day coupons from P&G or coupons.com.</div>
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-Even if your coupon's expired, they will often take them for a few days after the expiration. This happened to me yesterday, but because I was using so many other saving tactics, the lady thought I was savvy and helped me out! </div>
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-Sometimes if you're nice enough to the checkout person and you've forgotten your cartwheel, they can scan a handy barcode they have hidden away and get you the savings anyway! [This has happened to me before!]</div>
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-If you go to the store and didn't expect to buy formula or diapers but they're on sale or have a gift card incentive included, BUY THEM ANYWAY! They don't jack up the prices before they put the sale on them [I've investigated this] so it's worth it to buy it if you're going to use it. </div>
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I spend a lot of money at Target, but I also save a lot thanks to the above mentioned tactics. </div>
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A couple weeks ago, I received baby coupons in the mail from Target [this is something you get automatically when you create a baby registry]. This included diapers, which I was short on. I had a coupon, plus they were offering a $10 gift card and a cartwheel discount. I ended up saving around $15 bucks on two cases of diapers! I felt like I'd struck gold. </div>
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When we bought Addi's first convertible car seat, I had a mobile baby coupon [text "babysale" to 827438] for 20% off any baby item over $100, plus the seat was on sale in store for $20 off the original price, <i>and</i> I had a $10 gift card coupon for spending over $100. I ended up saving about $79 dollars on that stinking car seat! Talk about a deal!!</div>
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These are just a few of the awesome deals I've gotten from Target. I think if I can find ways to save money at a more expensive [less trashy] retail establishment, it makes up for it in the long run and I won't have to go to said trashy retail establishment. </div>
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So that's my wisdom, folks. Do with it as you wish, but as I said before; it's EASY. Just a few things you can do to save a few bucks!</div>
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Signed, </div>
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the crazy Target lady [Mal]</div>
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