Wednesday, December 6, 2017

What's in the Woods? Nicole's Thirty-One!

As many of my readers know, I really love to support small mom-owned businesses!  However, it takes something memorable for me to chose to shop with any business, be it brick and mortar or home-based.  I know many people have a "bag-lady," but I wanted to share why Nicole is mine!  I am all about a unique, fun, and special take on any direct sales business and let me be the first to tell you, that shopping with Nicole Forguson of Thirty-One Gifts is a complete and total blast!


Nicole is a former military spouse turned over-the-road truck driver wife upon her husband's separation from the military.  Together they have 3 kiddos who definitely keep Nicole on her toes!  She wanted to help contribute to their income and do something for herself and decided to join Thirty-One Gifts; a direct sales company offering organizational items, bags, thermals, totes, home decor, and even a line of jewelry and accessories!  Nicole fell in love with the quality, style, and morals of the company and has been hooked ever since.

She loves that the company has something to offer everyone.  Nicole offers both online and in home parties--and I must say partying with Nicole is such a unique experience!  She puts so much time and effort into each party and it shows.  I have been invited to a TON of Thirty-One parties and they pretty much go exactly the same.  Then I was invited to a party hosted by Nicole, and wow!  Talk about a memorable experience.  She takes the time to interact with each guest and make a true connection.  It's obvious that Nicole values a connection and friendship over just a "sale" and I absolutely love that about her!  She is so much fun.  Her energy, positivity, and fun is so obvious in all of her posts in her VIP Group!

Nicole is always expanding her business and finding great niche markets perfect for Thirty-One.  She is available to do fundraisers for a charity of your choice, school programs, etc., and also offers personal shopper and registry services for expecting mamas and brides.  Thirty-One is such a great giftable company for those times; I use my Thirty-One stuff daily; it is definitely durable with two toddlers doing their best to destroy ALL THE THINGS that belong to their mother.

Shopping with Nicole, whether at a party or a vendor show, is like shopping with a friend.  She engages you.  She talks about things aside from Thirty-One.  She values you.  She always remembers you--Nicole will say hello to you no matter where she sees you, and I value that in a sales representative!  Nicole is very active as a vendor at local community events and has participated in events to support local charities such as Kitten Division and the Fort Leonard Wood Navy Detachment fundraiser event.  Giving back to the community also helps set her aside from others.  Supporting Nicole is not just buying another bag, its supporting a mom, a former military spouse, a woman owned business, a community member, and most importantly, a friend.

If you would like to connect with Nicole, the official Bag Lady of the Woods, check out her page, shoot her an email at nicoleforguson@yahoo.com, or send her a text to (573)-433-6574; tell her the Mediocre Mommy sent you to earn 10% off your order of $35 or more; an offer valid only for Mediocre Mommy readers!

Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no compensation of any form for this publication.  All views are all unbiased opinions of the writer.  This publication is meant for informational purposes and not as a form of advertisement for monetary gain.  All photos used are property of Nicole Forguson. 

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

What's in the Woods?: Sugar Rush Essentials

As a mom, I have come to realize the importance of self-care.  Whether it's doing a face mask in an attempt to mask the years of no sleep and crow's feet, or relaxing in a nice bubble bath with a beautifully scented bath bomb, finding a few moments for self-care is so important.  So naturally when I heard of a great local business with all hand-made products to help make me feel refreshed and relaxed, I had to check it out!  When asked "where in the Woods can I find pampering goodies without driving for hours or waiting on a Lush order?" I always respond with "Sugar Rush Essentials!"

If you are looking to pamper yourself or a loved one, Jayce Williams, owner of Sugar Rush Essentials has something for you.  Jayce is a mother and military spouse local to the Fort Leonard Wood area!  Her product offerings include handmade bathbombs, sugar scrubs, essential oil rollers, bath salts, shower jellies, shower soothers, artisan soap dipped loofahs, foot spa tablets, charcoal masks, coffee exfoliator, hydrating honey oat exfoliator, shaving cream, Origami Owl Charm Bombs, and Pokebombs.  She works on new creations all the time, so there is always something exciting happening.

Sugar Rush Essentials is such a great addition to our area!  Jayce uses a variety of essential oils and is able to cater to individual's needs as necessary for allergies, sensitivities, or personal preference.  Her items are produced in small quantities with excellent quality control standards--and each item is handmade by Jayce!  With the holidays approaching, be sure to check out Sugar Rush Essentials for your holiday gifting.  These items would make perfect stocking stuffers, and Jayce is offering a $10 discount on all basket orders placed before Christmas! Be sure to contact her for further details.  She also offers discounts on bulk orders.  To learn more about Sugar Rush Essentials, check out the Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/SugarRushEssentials/ and be sure to join her VIP Group! 

Pictured are (top) bath bombs, (center) charcoal peel off mask, and (bottom) artisan dipped loofahs.  How great do these products look?

Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no compensation for writing this business showcase. The opinions shared are based on an interview with the business owner and are an unbiased publication of the owner's response.

Photos are property of Jayce Williams and Sugar Rush Essentials.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

New Traditions; Old Roots

It's been five years since my husband and I were back "home" for Thanksgiving.  As a military family, traveling a long ways away (and any army base is a LONG ways away from Wyoming!) just isn't always that doable.  Plus, spending 17 hours in the car with two toddlers is frankly quite nauseating.  Like most military families, we have learned to bend and change to make holidays special for our children, and ourselves so we spend them among our new found family wherever we are. 

As I was explaining the history of Thanksgiving to my son, who was convinced there would be presents involved of some sort, I was thinking about how our new tradition these past few years of spending this particular holiday with friends is not unlike the roots from which it sprouted.  In a
nutshell, Thanksgiving was a time when people from different backgrounds who have shared different cultures, customs, and ideas with each other came together to celebrate that.  They were thankful for the differences that made them a community; they were thankful for friendship; not unlike military families.  The ultimate traditional Thanksgiving is among friends.  There's kids playing and laughing, tons of food, plenty of wine, more than plenty desserts, warmth, love, and memories.  The kinds that can really only be made among friends. 

Military families are especially unique.  It doesn't take us long to form very strong bonds.  Finding "your kind of people" in a field of less than two percent isn't always that easy but somehow we don't let that stop us.  We just jump right in and find them.  We find the people who like coffee and wine.  The people who are in our same or similar life stages; newlyweds, parents, people who live life in leggings, people whose big kids love our little kids tagging along with them, empty nesters...the list goes on and on.  Bonus points if the husbands' get along, too!  Seriously, though. That can be the toughest part sometimes.  I am so thankful that our thanksgiving was spent with delicious foods, lots of laughs, some tasty wine because mommy's kind of need that to be nice sometimes, and pies.  There may have been 16 pies...who's counting, right?  Holidays are best spent in the company of those friends that feel just like family.  For those friends who will always be like family, I am thankful.  Our new traditions in this life have grown from the old roots planted so many years ago. 

Friday, November 17, 2017

Why All Moms can Love 'Sing!"

It's rare that I find a movie that my children love that I don't get sick of hearing play at least twice daily for days on end.  I have seen enough 'Cars', 'Home', and 'Planes' to last 1 million people a lifetime, and if I ever see or hear another freakin' minion again, I may vomit.  I really, really can't stand those yellow gibberish-speaking, hyper, assholes.  Lightning McQueen is okay, he learns some good lessons and let's be honest--we all get a kick out of Mater!  Oh is also alright.  His voice drives me crazy, but the music in 'Home' is spot on (I mean the movie only, not the crappy spin-off show Netflix made; stick to 'Stranger Things' guys).  However, there is one kids movie I can totally get behind and that's 'Sing!'. 

 It's not the super hip soundtrack.  It's not that the gorilla has a dreamy voice.  It's not the amazing love of music and art that the film portrays to kids.  It's not even the lesson in chasing dreams and those from many backgrounds banding together to accomplish a common goal.  It's Rosita.  It's ALL Rosita (voiced by Reese Witherspoon). 

Because Rosita is my spirit animal.  Literally--the movie is all animals.  But it's more than that.  Rosita embodies all of the things that I feel about myself as a stay-at-home mother.  Rosita personifies (pigsonifies? whatever) all of it.  For those unfamiliar with the film, Rosita is a stay-at-home mother of like 45 kids (she's a pig, they have had a few litters by this point!) with a husband who works long hours out of the home.  She has a beautiful talent, singing, that is so often lost in the daily rigmarole of motherhood and housework. She is seen early on in the movie singing 'Firework' by Katy Perry which is such a fitting song.  Hands up if you have ever felt like a plastic bag floating through the wind, wanting to start again; am I right?  I know that in the heat of the chores, and the kids, and the cooking, and the dog, and the chaos that is my everyday life I feel like this used up, old, crinkly, plastic bag who just wants to be recognized as worth something again!  In those moments, I am sure we all have felt that way.  Back to Rosita!  As the movie goes on, she finds the flyer for an "American Idol" esque singing competition and decides to try out while her 6 million kids are in school and husband is at work.

So she goes and is finally recognized for having a great voice, even though her moves are something to be desired.  She is partnered with the amazing Gunter, a fellow swine who may not be the best singer but damn, that pig has got some moves!  As the contest rehearsals continue, Rosita battles with the struggles of still having her motherly and home duties while wanting to focus also on something for herself.  Her children don't listen to her (I feel her on that), her husband falls asleep when she is trying to tell him her big news about making it into the competition (I feel her on that), and she struggles with finding herself in a life full of giving to others with no gratitude returned.  There's even a scene where she has to take her "sick" child to a rehearsal with her and in a hyper whirlwind he messes up the whole room--basically me every single time I have to tote my two hyper heathens anywhere important with me.  Like meetings. 

As the film continues, Rosita is finally able to recenter and find herself again through her singing.  She even finds a little sexy mama in there, too, thanks to the sweet dance moves Gunter teaches her.  Gunter is definitely Zumba certified. Has to be. I recognized those moves for sure.  Rosita deals with a lot of crap during the movie--not just the whole taking care of the family bit, but also feeling unsure of herself.  She often wonders if the "spark" just can't be relit anymore.  She finds herself in the grocery store, just busting a move while shopping alone in the produce aisle.  I love shopping alone for basically the same reason.  Only alone can I bust a move next to the gauc in peace.   At the end of the movie, they get to perform their big duet to "Shake it Off" by Taylor Swift, which, seriously is such a good mama mantra.  I need to get better at just shaking it off--like Rosita learns not so obviously through the duration of the movie.  Her family finally sits and focuses their attention on her and they are literally blown away by what their mama can do.  None of the kids or her husband had any clue she had such a great voice; because they took for granted what they heard everyday in the trenches of life.  But when the focus was on her (and Gunter dressed as a washing machine, the best) on stage doing the thing she was passionate about for her, they saw how awesome she was.  They realized she was a person (a pig? whatever) all her own--not just a wife; not just a mama. 

What I love most about Rosita's character is that she shows the whole 'can't pour from an empty cup' thing.  I think for most mom's watching her is literally like looking in on our own lives in animal cartoon form.  It's so true.  If we can't refuel, eventually we will burn out and the stresses of daily life will begin to slowly break us down into a routine based on going through motions we know, without the passion we had.  No matter your passion, be like Rosita and fuel it!  We as moms are all Rosita in some way. 

If you are a stay-at-home parent like me, and you have yet to see 'Sing!' go watch it.  You will totally relate to Rosita as well.  So much love for her.  I want her to be my friend. Rosita can be in my tribe anytime!     

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

What's in the Woods?: Party Time? I'm There!

Everyday I notice one thing on local Facebook groups in the Fort Leonard Wood area; people posting "there's nothing to do here!"  I keep scrolling usually thinking to myself. "there are so many cool things here, I wish people knew about them all!"  Then, it dawned on me; why not create a weekly post highlighting some unique business or service offered in our area.  Since my daughter can't make it 10 minutes in the car without screaming like a banshee, I am a huge supporter of local businesses and through this have discovered so many great offerings in our area.  This week I am excited to highlight "Party Time? I'm There!" as my first of many 'What's in the Woods?' Wednesday posts!

If you have a superhero fan in your house, no matter what age, then Party Time? I'm There! may be exactly what you are looking for.  Steven Williamson, owner and actor, currently offers two characters; Spider-Man and Deadpool.  He uses movie-quality costumes and hopes to add more characters to his lineup soon.  Steven is able to book parties for kids and adults, which I think is really cool!  He stays in character the full time and customizes character actions for the age group attending.  I mean, I know my husband would be little-girl giddy if Deadpool showed up at our house on his birthday, and let's face it; so would my son.

Steven is not only a business owner, but also an artist creating high-quality horror costumes.  His attention to detail in his work is impeccable, and it is evident he is passionate about his art.  He is also able to cosplay the horror characters Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees P7, and Freddy Krueger.  These characters are geared for an older/adult audience.  If you choose to support Steven by booking a party with his business, you are also supporting an artist, small business owner, and a United States Marine--all great reasons to support his small business.  The best part? He's right here in the 'Wood!


If you would like to check out Party Time? I'm There! or contact Steven here is a link to his business Facebook as well as a good email;

E-mail: stevenusmc161@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FLWcosplay/ 

Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no compensation for writing this business showcase.  Not even a chimichanga.  The opinions shared are based on interview with the business owner, and are an unbiased publication of owner response.

 Photos are property of Party Time? I'm There!

Mask an original work created by Steven Williamson.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Staying on the Meal Train

The meal train.  As a military spouse, I am sure I speak for many when I say that this is something we all know too well.  Don't get me wrong; I am so thankful for them in times of need like after a new baby is born, during a medical procedure or hospitalization for a family member or self, right before a PCS, or when a spouse deploys.  But I also know how easy it can be to fall off the train!  Let's face it; life can be so busy as wives and mothers that sometimes adding another thing to our plates can completely overfill the plate and collapse it.  Thankfully, there are ways to make sure that you don't fall off.  I am all about helping others because I know that if I were in their shoes I would really appreciate it--and have when we have been there; so I do my very best to give back and actually do an okay job of it.  Make the meal train easy on yourself to succeed in getting a nice meal to a friend or fellow spouse!

Pictured is one of my favorite meal-train crowd pleasing meals to take, pierogi casserole.  Recipe included at the end of this post!

Don't Break the Bank
Choosing to participate in a meal train is such a great service for a friend or spouse in need, but you do not have to break the bank with your choice!  Choosing a casserole that is filling yet inexpensive is a great choice; especially for a large family.  Some of my favorites are baked spaghetti, pierogi casserole, and taco bake just to name a few.  All of these meals are inexpensive to make while still filling up tummies.

KISS (Keep it Simple, Silly!) 
No one is expecting a four course dinner complete with beef wellington.  If they are then, well, that's on them.  Truly, the majority of families, if not all of them, are thankful to have one less thing on their plate during a life-changing time.  Choose something that you know how to make, that is easy to make, and you can make successfully.  Something easy is not only helpful for you, but it ensures you can provide a yummy, filling meal to a family.  Making something you are familiar with not only makes it easier for you, but it also helps you ensure safe food is prepped and served. Always remember to cook to the correct temperatures!  If you are taking on the task of creating the meal train, make it easy on yourself and on the recipients and participants by using an easy system.  My favorite is mealtrain.com because it is free and so easy to use.  I also love that it sends out reminders the day of so no one forgets.  Life can get so busy and those reminders are so helpful! 

Don't Create More Work 
When a meal train is put in place, it's usually because some life changing event has recently occurred.  Whether a positive change like a new baby or something more somber like the beginning of a deployment, it is important that your contribution doesn't create a lot of work for the recipient.  One way to reduce the work load is by delivering the meal in a disposable pan.  This way no one feels the need to do dishes, and the plus side for you is that you don't have to worry about whether your favorite baking dish will be returned or not.  Plus, we all know that tupperware lids disappear to a realm unknown to human eyes upon washing.  If the meal needs heated or reheated include cooking temperature, time, etc. on the meal itself.  Just write that information on top of the foil with a permanent marker.  If you can't find one, check in your husband's uniform; there's bound to be about 7,000 in there--especially if it's already in the washing machine.  Hurry!  When contributing a meal for a person whose spouse has recently deployed, I like to split the meal in half in two pans and include freezing and reheating instructions so there is a meal provided for one of those tough or busy days down the road. 

Overwhelmed? Don't be!  The most important thing is that you provided a warm meal for a family in need.  Believe me when I say that the look of gratitude on a new mom's face while her newborn cries and toddler runs wild is the best form of thanks.  As moms, we know that sometimes new mamas just need a full tummy and a warmed soul; because Hamburger Helper and 30 lbs of plain rice from chef ala daddy can get old fast--it's the thought that counts, remember that! 

If all else fails, order a pizza for them!  And remember, wine and a box of chocolates is, in fact, an acceptable meal too. 

Disclaimer: I received no compensation for mentioning mealtrain.com in this post.  I shared their name because it is a site that has been very beneficial to me and I would honestly recommend it to others for use. 

Pierogi Casserole
Retrieved from Pillsbury.com via Pinterest 
Ingredients
1 pkg frozen pierogies (I use cheese, but any filling will do) 
1 tbsp water 
7 oz. kielbasa sausage, cut. 
4 oz. cream cheese (from 8 oz block) very softened
1/2 cup sour cream (can substitute plain Greek yogurt if desired)
1/2 cup chicken broth
1/8 tsp course ground black pepper
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese 
1/2 cup thinly, diagonally sliced green onions 

Steps 
1) Heat oven to 375 F. Spray 12x8 in. dish with cooking spray.
2) Place frozen pierogies and water in a microwave safe bowl and cover with plastic.  Microwave for 2 min. on high; stir.  Continue microwaving on high for 1 1/2-2 min until thawed. Place evenly in the casserole dish and top with sausage. 
3) In medium bowl, mix cream cheese, sour cream, chicken broth, and pepper with whisk.  Stir in 1/2 cup of the cheddar cheese and 1/3 cup onions.  Reserve remaining onions for topping.  
4) Pour cream cheese mixture evenly over pierogies.  Cover with foil; bake 22-27 minutes or until center is heated through and internal temperature reaches 165 F. 
5) Uncover and top with remaining cheese ank bake 3-5 additional minutes until cheese is melted.  Top with remaining onions. Enjoy! 



Monday, October 16, 2017

What Moms' Can Do to Stop the "Me, Too"

Like me, many others have probably seen the post for sexual abuse and harassment circulating on various social media sites.  Also like me, many women may have chose to repost it to raise awareness due to their own personal experiences with sexual abuse or harassment; but what does this really do?  Of course, raising awareness is key in helping understanding, and in this case, helping stop something that is too often over-looked in our society.  But, I am a doer.  I always have to ask myself when recirculating these things 'okay, but what will you do for the cause?' Because by tomorrow most will forget who reposted and it will get lost in a sea of algorithms and advertisements.  Thoughts for action came and went, and then I realized I, in and of myself, am one of the most power tools in reducing these acts; many of you reading this are, too. 

Being a mother, I am the first teacher my children will ever know; and in many ways the most important source for socially and morally acceptable behaviors. Myself, along with their dad, are the two figures who will make the biggest mark on their sponge-like brains as we shape them to become decent adults.  At least that is the ultimate goal, and I think for most parents out there it is.  As a mother specifically, there are things that I can put into place during my children's youth, specifically
Photo from 'Know Your Meme' retrieved from
http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/metoo
for my son, to do my part in creating a generation that can reduce the numbers of harassment and crimes of sexual nature.  These crimes have been around essentially since the dawn of humanity, and it would be completely off kilter for me to say that we can fully end crimes of this nature--but there are absolutely things we can do as parents to leave a mark in hopes of reduction in the generation we are raising.

I am a mother to a boy.  

One of the most important things in my overall parenting plan is to raise a son who has morals and values and treats all people the way he would want to be treated.  The 'boys will be boys' mentality just doesn't work for me.  At this stage in his life, I don't want him to think that just because he is a boy every single place we go is a playground.  As he enters adulthood later on I do not want him to feel that actions are excusable solely because he is a boy and 'that's what boys do.'  Frankly speaking, 'boys will be boys' just can't apply to groping, cat-calling, or rape.  No one, boy or girl, gets to call each other some of the horrible names I have heard women and girls called because they won't comply to a man or boy's wishes.  He will in time know that the "walk of shame" concept for girls, while boys are high-fived for a great performance is cruel and wrong.  Women are not animals.  Sex is not something that should be rewarded by peers or used as weapon for the girls who may no longer be interested. 

 Secondly, he needs to understand that no means no.  Right now we are really working on this in terms of number of doughnuts consumed in a week.  He just doesn't understand why mommy says no to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast on a daily basis.  Secretly, I really wish that was our life, but it is not. He must understand that when a person says no, that is 100% what that word means.  No means stop. No means 'I do not want this'. No means no.  This concept also relates to his play among his friends.  If he asks a child to stop doing something, I fully expect them to stop and vice versa.  I only ever want someone to say 'no' to him once before he stops the behavior--whether it is throwing a stick at someone (now) or asking a girl to dance (later).   

In these teaches of love and respect, I am not alone.  Children want to see love in others; such as their parents.  The way my husband speaks to and treats me is something that I can only pray our son will take through his life.  We are a team in that there are no "man and woman" tasks in our household; everyone helps each other with things.  His dad has no problem doing the dishes or laundry if needed and often does those tasks without being asked because he sees it needs done.  He also helps cook (I will just add he is a DAMN good cook, too!).  I also know how to do many things that society still looks at as a "manly" task; like fishing and hunting though I haven't been in a while.  These are things we can do together.  Most importantly is he hears daily how his dad speaks to me.  He hears words of affirmation, real conversations, laughter, 'I love you's', and compliments. He hears constructive criticism given in an appropriate way.  He does not hear name calling or inappropriate comments (I am not saying we don't make any, because we are basically the king and queen of inappropriate comments, however, children at his age cannot distinguish between a joke and truth and do not understand the content).  He sees acts of appropriate affection in front of him; hugs, nice kisses, hand holding, and help.  He sees consoling when I am feeling down.  He sees that his dad and I are a team that stands beside each other.

Even as a child, it is important he understands there are areas of both boys and girls that are never okay to touch.  Kids play and toddlers are inherently curious especially about their bodies (read Freud's work on anal retentiveness; not necessarily accurate other than toddlers are always touching their damn butt).  Right now, we discuss the places that are never to be touched by anyone while playing or not.  He understands that each person has their "no-no zone" (thanks, 7th grade P.E. for that term).  This is a basic foundation for later talks that thankfully we have some time yet to prepare for.

As life carries on there are more lessons we will have to teach our son as his maturity level increases.  I am thankful we do not have to cross that bridge yet, but realize that even at four teaching basic equality of all people is important.  How we treat each other is everything in this world.  Later on we will have to discuss the tougher topics.  One day, he will need to learn that just because he is a boy doesn't mean his ultimate goal is to have sex with as many women as possible.  He will need to learn to respect his body and others.  He will need to learn how everything "works" (tagging dad in on that one!).  My goal is to build up his self-esteem so much that those who try to pressure him into something cannot, and that he can be a voice to stand up and say no to anyone pressuring him to treat others wrongly or wanting him to do something that may hurt another person. 

I am a mother to a girl.

Ohhh sweet baby girl.  How  I wish you could stay so sweet and innocent forever.  How I wish you could never be hurt by this world.  But, I also know how tough things may be later on--like college campuses and high school.  I know what pressures you may feel, and I pray everyday that you will not experience what so many of us have.  I also know that is not the current societal norm. 

Isn't is sad I had to use "societal norm" when speaking about how girls are treated on college campuses and in high schools in today's world?  Why is this a norm? It sure as hell doesn't have to be.  This, too, can begin with me as a mom.  My daughter must know many of the things we are and will instill in our son; like "no-no zones" and when no means no (wish she'd learn that about climbing on the dining table like yesterday).  There are also so, so many things I want her to know to understand her value as a woman and realize her worth in that she won't be blind to a bad situation (like her mama was so long ago). 

There are things I want my daughter to know.  I want her to know that she doesn't have to find her friends and her worth in bed.  Thinking back to my college days, I can think of so many times when girls were pressured into sex because they felt that it was some sort of right of passage.  Whether this was by one boy, a group of boys, her friends, peers at a party, older students, or her good buddy Jose Cuervo, I can think of far too many friends and girls who felt that was the key to self-validation in college.  I can tell you, it's not.  I want her to know that if she does meet her good friend Jose Cuervo, he can be tamed.  Drinking does not by any means give a man the right to say or treat her any differently and she does not have to do anything with said person just because Jose was involved.  I want her to know that just because she is a girl, doesn't mean she can't defend herself either verbally or physically if needed in the event a bad situation arises.  I mean, I watched her slap a kid with her shoe at the park one day for teasing her so Lord have mercy if so...  I hope that she looks in the mirror and sees how beautifully and wonderfully made our God made her.  I hope she knows that the way she dresses does not give a man the right to touch or verbally harass her.  I hope she exudes so much self confidence no one can ever bring her down. 

I hope when the time comes for her and I to sit down and have these conversations, that she realizes it is from a place of love.  I hope that she will come to me with her questions and know that she can tell me anything and seek her mama as a source of advice always.  I hope she will use that sweet little self of hers to tell some jerk to you-know-what off when she needs to, but speak kindly otherwise.  I hope no one calls her "honey," "sweetheart," or anything else in a derogatory way.  I hope if (and when) someone calls her a dirty name, she lets it roll off her shoulder like rain. 

Ultimately, I as a mother, and on a bigger scale, we as parents have the power to do whatever we can to instill the ideas and morals in our children that can work towards reducing sexual abuse and harassment in our schools, colleges, and world.  Though these things will continue to happen, we can do our best to raise good little people, to become good big people, to use their morals and voices to continue to facilitate change in our world. For our daughters, our granddaughters, our sisters, our nieces, our friends, and ourselves. 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Year One: Done

Three hundred and sixty five.  I tried a search on Google to see how many things come up for the number "365."  It turns out, the results will bring you "days in a year" and "version of Microsoft Office."   I was really hoping for something just a little more profound than that, but apparently it really isn't as popular of a number as I had hoped.  It is, however, the number of days we have spent (and then some) as a family of four.  It is the number of days our sweet and sassy daughter has been breathing air on this beautiful Earth.

Granted, she is almost technically 16 months old, but in truth it was tougher than I thought it might be to reflect upon and write about her first year being over!  This little diva is our last baby for many reasons--but the fact that I referred to her as a little diva should really sum it up enough.  I didn't realize how many emotions would come reflecting on her first year in a way that was so different from reflecting on our son's first year.  Maybe it was the severe lack of sleep associated with him, or the fact that we knew we would have at least one more baby eventually; the emotions were much different.  The fact year one is done this time around also means we have experienced many last firsts in the past 16 months.  The truth is, a first year is filled with a LOT of stuff!  It is pretty amazing (and also gross, and confusing, and frustrating...) what things babies go through in their first year of life that they (and we) will likely not experience again; some I am frankly not so sad to kiss goodbye (like diaper blow outs).  while others are harder to put behind us (like her first smile and giggle).  Which is probably why it took me so long to come to terms with that enough to write about it!

There have been a lot of new life lessons learned from having a baby girl.  When I found out I was pregnant again (with surprise baby #2--her brother was surprise #1),  saying I was scared shitless is an understatement.  When we found out we were having a girl I was beyond ecstatic, but again scared.  What the heck do I do with a baby girl?  Everything will be different!  She made sure of that from day one by doing this cool thing called "well, guess I'll just be born almost four weeks early because I want to!" This has only continued through her first year of life in so many ways.  Being a girl mom was basically like having a first baby all over again.  Everything from how to change her diaper to ALL THE CLOTHES girls get were a new part of parenthood to me.  For example, buying baby girl clothes.  It is completely insane.  Not that our son's closet is by any means lacking, but when looking for girls' clothes online it goes something like this:

Searches for cute onesie. Finds cute onesie. Adds cute onesie to cart.  Website shows you leg warmers, bows, shoes, tutus, leggings, jackets, and jewelry that 'coordinate' with said cute onesie. Clearly, all of those things are needed. Suddenly your cart is totaling an amount that makes you question whether or not you should begin to sell excess organs and plasma in order to maintain a       cute wardrobe. Deletes entire cart. 

This is why I am a super, mega, huge fan of second hand boutiques--but that's a story for another day.

As much as I miss those little tiny baby cuddles and snuggles, I am having so much fun seeing her personality bloom.  Trust me, when I refer to her as a "diva" there is zero exaggeration.  She is SUCH a little diva!  But, she is also a happy, silly, determined, sweet, animal loving go getter.  If I am being completely honest, I actually enjoy this personality bloom much more than the newborn stage.  Don't get me wrong, babies are amazing, but I do not miss the lack of sleep or lugging an infant carrier around everywhere with me.  I did not realize how with a second child, I would actually look at her walking as a convenience instead of a nightmare. It is so nice that she can keep up with her brother and I don't have to pack her around everywhere.  Okay, so she still expects me to pack her around almost everywhere--that's what babywearing is for!  

An entire year has passed (and then some) since we became a family of four and I was no longer just a mom to a little boy but also to a baby girl.  What a change it has been and what a lesson in chaos!  Now, I cannot imagine life without our super surprise little girl keeping me on my toes with all of her energy, sass, and mischief.  As a number, 365 is so large but broken down into days it seems like it has been no time at all.  Happy belated 365, my sweet wild one. 

Friday, August 25, 2017

Filling the Cup

We have probably all had someone tell us at some point that "you can't pour from an empty cup." Aside from the obvious laws of physics that this mantra points out, the spiritual reference is much stronger than I realized as a new mom. If we aren't refilled, inevitably we will hit a point of emptiness that can't be replenished instantly. I know because this happened to me.

  I used to feel that I had to continually pour from this ever flowing fount of care and giving to everyone but me. I felt it was just "part of being a mom" and I let everything I knew and loved about myself go. One day after our daughter was born, I came across a photo of me taken at the National FFA Convention the year I received my American Degree. As I looked at myself in the picture I had this HUGE bundle of emotions come over me. Where was she? What happened to that girl who had everything going for her? Where was that confidence, that drive, that self-love that was so exuded in just that moment of my life? Then, I looked up into the mirror at the chubby, frumpy, unmade face, unbrushed hair, spit up stained t-shirt wearing, tired woman staring back at me and thought "she has to be under this somewhere, right?" In that moment I had let go of all the things I was and knew; not just in life and knowledge, but all of the personality traits that made me who I was. It was probably the toughest realization of my life, but also one I needed to make. I realized that I had to get back to caring for myself or I may not be here to take care of my children for as long as I want and need to be. It didn't help that I was having huge hormone let-downs postpartum and was basically a crazy mess anyway. The next day we took a shopping trip to Sam's Club, and between a screaming infant and a toddler who refused to listen to anything, I couldn't take it anymore and completely lost my shit in the bulk canned foods aisle next to the green beans. I stood there with the flood gates opened as my baby cried on my chest in a gassy fuss, my toddler ran up and down the aisle, and my husband stared at me with concerned, yet embarrassed eyes. We finished our shopping and left quickly to drive back home. I had ran my cup dry and needed to do something to refill it before we all thirsted for care and love to death.

Thankfully, my husband knew I was stubborn and would not take the initiative to just go. The next day he sent me to a nearby town to visit a winery I had been talking about wishing we could go to and the outlet mall he hated but knew I enjoyed. As I sat at the Shawnee Bluffs Winery overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks I decided that in that moment of reset, I needed to make a plan to get myself back and find that woman in the picture again; because that was the person I wanted to give to my children. I vowed to take better care of myself by starting an exercise routine, feeding us healthy and nourishing meals, and doing at least one thing a day specifically for myself whether it be a small getaway occasionally, taking a shower in peace,having a glass of wine after bedtime, or grabbing a latte for myself. I also decided it was time to start writing again. Putting it out there for others to see 1) the raw, real, and fun side of motherhood minus all the arguments and putdowns and judginess. The rest of the world is too good at that already and 2) that moms are not alone. We ALL go through these moments of lost sense of self. Anyone who says they haven't is lying to you. We must all stop and refill the cup or else we will run dry.

 We cannot give the best of ourselves to anyone if there is nothing left to give. 365 days later, the cup is overflowing and I am giving more to my children and husband than I thought was possible! I cannot stress enough how important it is to keep that cup full! we cannot give to others if we have nothing left inside of us to give. Now you all know a little more about the origin story of the Mediocre Mommy! It's not as cool as Wolverine's, but I think it is a close second. We can't ALL be X-Men, after all. Side Note: I really hope my bored mediocre husband reads this, I put that in there for YOU honey. I pay some attention to some of the stuff you like, see?

 Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no pay or incentive to mention the above establishments. These mentions were at the discretion of the writer and publisher and are not meant for advertising purposes.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

On a Role (Or Not).

We've all seen them.  The funny internet pictures (the cool kids tell me these are called "memes") poking fun at dads seeking recognition for tasks moms do everyday.  They're funny, right?  I had two hands raised way up on that one.  Why do dads want so much recognition for things that are just part of our everyday?  Why should I have to offer praise when he loads the dishwasher or does a load of laundry?  Believe me when I say I was totally at the front of the line for finding these memes so true and so funny and relevant to my life.  Then, one day everything came into perspective.

A couple weeks ago, my husband had a small surgical procedure done, and while it was very minor it did leave him with a lifting and activity restriction for sometime.  I am convinced that our lawn realized this and took every ounce of its available energy to grow 9 feet overnight.  Saying it was looking shabby was an understatement.  Thank God we are not in a homeowner's association (maybe we are, frankly we have no idea).  The inevitable was about to happen.  I needed to mow our lawn.

No big deal right?  Wrong. I have never mowed a lawn in my 25 years of life.  Growing up on a dusty ranch with extreme allergies, I was not able to do this as a kid.  Plus also my parents had a ride-on mower and we have my grandma's push mower.  But I knew I could do it and that it was a task that needed done, so I set out one afternoon to do so.  After having to ask my husband how to start it, I had to come inside and have him start it for me.  About 1/4 of the way through the front yard, he also came out to tell me there is a handle for "self-propel"--this made my day so much easier.  I finished the front lawn and ran out of gas.  Apparently I "should have filled it before I began."  Who knew?! The man who mows the lawn all the time, that's who.

Since I am not a person of half-jobs, I set out the next day while both children were miraculously napping and my husband had returned to work to finish our backyard.  After fighting with the gas can for 20 minutes to get the gas to actually pour out (there has to be a better design for fume control, for real) I got the mower refueled and ready.  I drug that SOB outside and was ready to attempt to start it.  I pulled...and pulled...and cussed...and pulled...and paused and looked up and said "JOAN how were you able to get this thing started at 80?! I can't do it now, and I go to BodyPump!!"  It started right up. My grandma was looking down in that moment.  So I began mowing our backyard.  Can I just say that we have a HUGE yard?  Our first post-military life purchase will absolutely be a riding lawn mower. Zero turn radius preferred.

As I was pushing that SOB around and cutting the grass, I kept thinking how I couldn't wait to show my husband that I did it all by myself! I had mowed the lawn and it looked (almost) as good as when he mows! Then it dawned on me; I was doing the same thing I had rolled my eyes at him for a few times in the past. I was wanting him to praise me for a task that was part of his norm. I wanted praise for doing something our of my "role" as a housewife and mother. I wanted him to be proud of and happy and thankful that I did something that was in his "role" as a husband. In that moment more than ever I realized that there are no roles in a successful marriage relationship. If we both would give a little praise and grace for the other helping us, we would both thrive further in our relationship. Why should I expect him to not roll his eyes at me or criticize me for my poor (ok, pretty shitty really) mowing job just because I did it? The truth is, I should not have expected praise and thanks for doing a task that is part of living in our own (sort of own, we rent so whatever that is) place. I think it's true for all walks of life, but especially so for military families when I say that it is not only beneficial but in many cases crucial that we each understand the roles of the other. If (by if, I mean when) deployment rolls around for us, I will now know that I have the ability to mow our lawn. It sounds silly, really. But any skill known is beneficial during times of shifting and change. Plus, I can do it if I want to have a sporadic yard party so win-win. The point is this; I have learned that while I may be the main dish washer and laundress and he the lawn mower and wall hanging person it is ok to thank each other when one does something that may normally be on the other's "to-do" list. Even further, it is ok to see that when someone does something that may be in your norm, it is an act of love. Doing the laundry while I was recovering from womb emancipation (child birth) was an act of love from him, even if my clothes were not folded just how I would do it. Mowing the lawn while he was recovering from surgerywas an act of love from me, even if our lawn looked like our son mowed it. There are no roles, there is balance.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Dear Childhood Best Friend, Thank You.

The day we met, saying we were wild, hyper little girls would be a complete understatement. In fact, before I go further, I want to apologize to our sweet mothers who somehow kept their sanity that day!  Nerves were running high and we were both excited and nervous for our very first 4-H Fashion Review judging.  For those unfamiliar with this wonderful program (seriously, enroll your kids it is so beneficial!) the fashion review is the culminating event for the girls and boys who chose to sew an item,. outfit, or do some "smart shopping" to chose an appropriate outfit for an event, stick to a budget, etc.  I knew that I would sit in front of a judge and relive all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into creating my very first sewn garment; a lime green floral printed shorts and tank top set.  I was ready!  I loved to talk (ask my mom) and I was pretty proud of the set I had completed all by myself (with the help, exasperation, and pleading of my sweet mother, she's a saint, folks). 

What I didn't know was that when I walked through the doors of the Newcastle High School band room where we all waited to have our items judged, I would see a little girl with the curliest hair sitting on the floor playing with her horse toys, with a mother whose look spoke the same relief and exasperation as my own mother's that day.  I am not sure who was more drawn to each other, us or our moms who probably needed a good laugh and talk with someone who had been in the same boat. I mean, teaching a wild, playful, short-attention-spanned eight year old girl to sew has to be a trying task to say the least!  I didn't know it that day, but when I asked my mom if I could please go play with her we would be beginning what would be one of the best, most heartfelt friendships I have known.  Thanks, 4-H!



Let me just say, everyone needs that childhood best friend to go on adventures with.  She taught me more than she knows.  Well, she'll know now!  As a mother, there are so many people whose life lessons I have looked to when raising my own children--and those I learned from my great friend are right up there.  To name a few; it's ok to laugh at yourself--especially if you just fell off a big round hay bale into a snow drift.  Who cares what you look like, it was funny--LAUGH!, or if you want to dance, just go do it, if you don't have a partner it doesn't matter make it as you go, what is popular is not always what is right--don't confuse the two, if you want something (like a set of dual walkie-talkies to be super spies) save up your money, and most of all, be you and be silly; there is enough seriousness in this life.  If you can be silly and laugh about something, anything (like dressing up a sheep to walk about in a winter wool outfit in 100 degree weather or getting run over by pigs at the Wyoming State Fair, there is always something to laugh and be silly about).

Fast forward to the present.  We have very different lives, but one thing that hasn't changed is our relationship.  Thank you, friend.  Thank you for your unconditional love. Thank you for the adventures--I mean, we have been to Europe together! Thank you for never giving up on us.  Thank you for your sweet, fun, fierce love for my babies.  I may never have had a biological sister, but my kiddos have an aunt in you and they love you like one.  Thank you for the memories.  Thank you for our wild childhood days.  Thank you for our not so wild adult days.  On behalf of the wildlings, thank you for the tickles and snuggles and silliness. Thanks for being you.  I could write for days, but truthfully so many of my memories with you are those "had to be there" moments--you're thinking of them, I know you are!  You are the only person I would push in an 80s Nissan pickup in a KFC parking lot to pop a clutch to get moving.  Like, I wouldn't even do that for my husband, only person. So, in nutshell, thank you for being you; I don't know where I would be had our paths not crossed that fateful August morning.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

My "Mom" is Showing

I love being a mom.  But I also love and cherish some kid-free time to just do my own thing.  When I was in college,  I had the excuse of school work to give me a reason to head to a coffee shop or restaurant with WiFi to give me some form of my former self back.  Now that I finally graduated, I still need some evening relax breaks, so periodically I will retreat to one of these locations to write about being a mom--ironic, right?  It's fun to blend in with the hip, likely single or at very least child-free crowd.


Then I do something like use hand sanitizer to wipe off the table and the mom in me just shines right on through.  Or I ask the nice barista for extra napkins just in case "someone has a spill."  I am confident she thinks I have split-personalities disorder.  Whatever.  The truth is, I can't even make it through ordering without sounding like a hot mess mother, and my heathens are safely home with the mediocre daddy.  So, I get up to order, and choose a hot, mocha latte.  Easy peasy.  Until I realize that clearly the thing to drink when its 82 degrees outside is a blended coffee with a bajillion flavors and more whipped cream than a Cool-Whip factory.  Seriously, this place has to own stock in Reddi-Whip or something.  I also requested a coffee sleeve.  I don't think the cool kids request those.

I also absent mindedly told another patron to "be careful" when he picked up a mug.  Who even does that?  This was before I ordered the espresso, in my defense.  Thankfully, I am a fairly pleasant person and he was good humored as I profusely apologized (and explained that I have a toddler, so it literally just slips out ALL the time).  So, my disguise to be cool failed almost as epically as my son's Darth Vader costume, he wore the cape but refused the rest, and got offended if someone asked who he was on Halloween.

Basically, the moral of the story is that you can never fully leave motherhood at home, even if that's where the kids are.  And that's ok.  Who knows, I may have saved a barista some work just in case someone does have a spill, and possibly saved a mug's life today.  All the positive vibes, right?  But seriously.  You think I'm funny at the coffee shop, you should see me attempt a club.  That's a story for another time.  Being a writing mom totally has it's perks (see what I did there?).  I get to play hipster cool kid for a couple hours, all while trying provide my wonderful readers with some entertainment!  So, wherever you are out there, if you see me doing something weird and "mom" in public, just come discretely tell me my "mom" is showing.



*Disclaimer:  I purchased my drink from our local Starbucks franchise.  I did not receive the item in my hand for free, discounted, or in exchange for marketing or advertising purposes for Starbucks.  I just really needed some flippin coffee at night.*

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Your First Time After Baby

You're finally ready for the first time after baby is born.  Let's be honest, you're a bit nervous, unsure of how you look or feel, secretly just want to go to bed, worried that the baby may wake up hungry half-way through and you need to excuse yourself to feed her.  Is there spit-up in your hair?  Poop on you anywhere?  Is it noticeable?  Well, times up for worrying it's time to just get to it.

You thought this post was going to be about, sex huh.  Gotcha!  No, I'm not talking about the first time you are intimate with your significant other after the baby is born--let's face it NO ONE wants to read about that.  I'm talking about the first solo trip to the grocery store by yourself.  The similarities are somewhat uncanny, aren't they.  Whether its your first baby or your fifth, adding another person to a shopping trip takes a bit of planning, and let's face it; its nerve wracking!  I must admit, that deciding how it was going to mesh with a toddler and a month old baby alone was just down-right scary.  What if she cries?  What if he has a meltdown?  What if I can't fit all my groceries in the cart?  How the heck will I not lose my toddler in the Commissary if he decides to make a run for it?



So, there I was clutching a 2.5 year old's little hand in my clammy palm praying he would just be good, while constantly checking that the baby tied to my chest was still calmly sleeping.  This is basically where babywearing saved my life for the millionth time.  I dote on it quite often, but seriously the practicality with multiple kiddos is just so worth it.  With a baby on board (literally) and toddler in tow, we went aisle by aisle hastily filling our cart with items on our list and a few that my little sneak managed to put in the cart without my knowing until we got to the checkout stand; at least I think the five bags of M&Ms were his doing, could have been me, only God will ever really know.  As we strolled, people would say things like "look how brave you are!" or "Out already? Bless you!" Which, I have learned from my Southern friends is not always a compliment!  But here's the thing; I'm not brave, unheard of, supermom, talented, whatever else--I was a mom with two kids and a husband who needed to eventually eat food (and a mom who just really wanted some ice cream and socialization).  I am obviously not the first woman to have more than one child, or to take those two children shopping; we all have to face it eventually, right?   For those mamas who are about the face it for the first time, here is my advice: make a list, make a plan, go when your kids are having happy time (for me its right after naptime, or first thing in the morning), let your toddler help to keep them engaged and distracted, and do whatever you have to to make it a good experience for you and your family!  If that's and iPad, cool.  If that's an in-store snack for the toddler and a super huge coffee for mom, cool.  If that's having a helper, cool.  If that's ordering pizza because you are out of meal type foods and want to go to the store alone, cool we have all been there at least once.

The moral of the story is the first time after baby will always be a bit of figuring and tough while you get your routine down.  But, just roll with it and remember, one day they will both be in school and you can do this blissfully alone--sometimes that thought is what keeps me going!  

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Parkmagheddon

Like most toddlers, my son is drawn to the park.  It calls to him like the Ocean to Moana.  Most days, I love taking him to the park and letting him climb, run, explore, and enjoy his time in an outdoor setting.  I love the independence that park play can help bolster.  But then there are the other days.

The other 1% of park days are the ones where something unnecessary happens to him.  Whether he is kicked, hit, tackled, punched, or yelled at by another child or group of children, those days are straight up Parkmaghddon and the mama bear in me has to rear it's ugly head.  Now, I refuse to parent another mother's child.  I could say it's because I don't want to step on toes or don't know what parenting style is used at their home, but frankly, it's because I spend 24 hours a day parenting my own kids, I don't need to extend that outside of my house and my tribe.  I like to mind my own motherhood.  This is usually pretty simple.  My kind-hearted, friendly, little love bug typically is pretty good at just walking away from a situation that he senses may be more than he can handle (he is one heck of a fast runner, that kid is totally my cardio!).  However, from time to time there are those unavoidable kids.  The ones that sense his soft heartedness and take advantage of it as a means to get to him.

But inside that soft heart is unafraid.  He will go into the fire of parkmahgeddon to stick up for his friends, and that makes my heart happy.  He will tell the bullying culprits to "just leave me alone!"or that they cannot play with him.  And guess what?  That's ok.  That is completely ok.  I don't want to be around adults who are mean and nasty to me, it is no different for my kiddos.  Actions speak so much louder than words, and bullying is such an issue in our society.  If he has instilled confidence to stick up to bullies at three, I can only keep boosting that confidence so he can stick up to them at 13 too.

Moms, I get it, I really do.  I tend to believe that most mothers, and I truly mean most, are just doing the best they can.  Sometimes we miss things.  Sometimes we have our hands full.  Sometimes we need to park it on a bench and take a breather while our kids run because it's been a rough day.  But, sometimes we need to take our noses out of our cell phones and pay attention to the reality around us.  Sometimes we need to step away from a good conversation to see exactly what our child is doing.  Sometimes we need to be unafraid to approach a parent or guardian if a child is stepping well out of line.  Sometimes, we just need to walk away.  The last one is my main defense mechanism.  I don't want to say hurtful things I regret later.  I want to do nothing more than remove my child from a situation he does not understand and in these cases does not deserve.  Because sometimes the walking away is just the right thing to do.  Instead of fighting fire with fire we take the peaceable route when possible.  Because walking away with his head held high is not a defeat for him, its a defeat for those trying their best to get at him.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Dear Mom, I'm Sorry

Oh, karma.  It really is a "B-word." A HUGE "B-word."  So much so that the past few days I have been inclined to write this apology letter to my mother.  Trust me when I say she really deserves it.  We have began to enforce the "you will eat what is cooked" rule at our house.  Our son is beyond picky, and now that he is able to fully communicate his reasons, we are doing our best to help him experience foods outside of casings full of internals and powdered "cheese" on noodles.  Hotdogs and easy-mac have been his staples for too long and it is time to enforce new and better choices to him.

I would love to say this pickiness is a fluke of nature.  I would really love to say it comes from his dad. I mean, my husband won't even eat a piece of lettuce, his pickiness HAS to come from him, right? Wrong. Cue karma.  That's right, the pickiness I am fighting in him is the same pickiness my mom fought in me.  Mom, I am sorry.  I feel inclined to apologize for my actions 20+ years ago when you were trying to get me to just chew and swallow that bite.  I apologize because this is the same exact shit I put my mom through as a child.  As I sat there wondering if my child was going to cry or throw up after putting less that a centimeter sized piece of orange chicken in his mouth, I couldn't help but think that my mom probably felt the same thing about me as a child.

Although I am sure our son is a hair pickier than even I was as a child, I can see all of my mom's frustrations manifesting in me.  Like how he just sits there and holds it in his mouth instead of just swallowing and getting it over with, or how he fibs about swallowing. or the frustration that my child would rather starve himself than eat a dang vegetable.  Eating is just the worst in this house, and I am sure my mom felt the same way about me.  I guess you could say I have come full circle.  This is a trait my son could have passed on inheriting, but I am a firm believer that God wanted me to understand first hand what I put my mom though, because beside that little quirk, I was relatively a good kid.  I was even pleasant (mostly) in my teen years (I think...mom may have other opinions!).  So I am hoping that we will have the same luck with our son.  I keep myself in the blissful that our daughter will love all foods!  Only time will tell...

So, mom, I am sorry.  I am sorry for all the frustrations of feeding me.  All the times you probably wanted to slap me and refrained over dinner, the times I cried, annoyed you by holding food in my mouth for days, wondered if I was going to cry or puke on your table, or drove you to secret tears during the dishes wondering if your child was going to starve and if you really should just let him have some milk or a snack you swore wouldn't happen unless he tasted one minute piece of orange chicken...I am sorry if you felt what I am feeling, and you probably did.  Karma has your back, mom, it really does this time. Oh, and along with I'm sorry, as always, I love you!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

The Potty Training Game Changer

Let me just say what everyone who has been there or is there right now is thinking; potty training is pure, unadulterated HELL.  There is absolutely nothing even remotely close to what they show in a training pants commercial.  That has to be some form of false advertising, I swear.  After hearing many success stories of friends and family whose children were very successful with a "3 day" or "one week" potty training method, I thought to myself "we can do it, it's only going to be three days of tough."  Once again, karma got me. Karma got me GOOD.  We started the potty training in January after our son began to show all the signs of interest.  Well, all the signs but actually going in the potty!  He is one stubborn, and often times defiant kid.  I love that he is willing to question conformity and is not afraid to do his own thing, until it comes to using a toilet.  That is one social conformity that is non-negotiable in our home, and likely with the entirety of developed civilizations.

Thinking about it from a psychological sense, I can see why potty training is tough.  I mean, we are essentially teaching our children to resist instinctual urges of "relief" by trading it with a desire to conform to a common societal practice.  As intellectual as that sounds, and as much as I drilled that into my head, it didn't help my "understanding" of why my son needed to use his own deuce as "boulders" for his excavator in his bedroom.  Toddlers. Are. Absolutely. Disgusting.  This is why they are so darn cute. 

After days of hiding and masking my stress, trying every trick and tip given to me, and doing my best to maintain positive vibes towards my son, not to mention MANY prayers for patience, the Mediocre Daddy came to the rescue with a potty training kit he found and ordered 100% autonomously from Amazon (link provided below).  This kid from The Potty Trainer was an absolute game changer for us, and it probably saved our marriage.  Days of defeat (for me) on the potty training front translated into super bitch mode towards the Mediocre Daddy, which in turn may have swayed his decision to order this kit.  So, for those curious here's why it was magic for us.  

The kit includes a DVD for parents and kids, a potty timer watch, a sticker chart, a potty journal, and a "Certificate of Completion" for the child once training is a success.  I cannot comment on the DVD though.  We have a PS4 gaming system that doubles as our way to watch DVDs/Blu-Ray and the disc was not compatible for our system, just and FYI.  However, the system for us worked just as well without the DVD.  We had been doing a sticker chart with very mild success, but coupling that with the potty training journal and watch was awesome.  Both of these can be wiped dry if you choose to use a dry erase marker as well.  The journal was a good tracker for myself because I was able to better pinpoint what kinds of accidents were happening when during the day.  Stickers were an ok confidence booster for our son, but he was really in it to win it when suckers were brought to the table.  I was sure after day four he was the next face of the "diabeetus" commercials, but he made it through unscathed.

That watch, that watch was the ultimate game changer.  We had been setting the oven timer, cell phone alarms, etc. to take him to the toilet, but the watch with colorful lights and (a slightly annoying tone) playing some tunes of children's favorite songs was just the thing we needed to really get him excited about going.  The child can wear the watch, but he was happier having it set in an area where he could see and hear it without having it on his person.  The watch can be set for 30 min., 60 min., or 90 min.  We started out with 30 and after one day with that began to notice some of a difference.  After 3 days there were nearly no pee accidents, and within two weeks he was going both in the potty successfully.  A lot of it is about how and when it clicks in the child's mind what the "got to go" feeling is, this took some time for my son, but the watch helped reinforce the thought process behind "hey! do I really need to go?" 

I'm not going to sit here and pretend that potty training was easy for us, because it was literally the hardest thing I have done in my time as a parent, and I still will have one to go on this potty train!  I know that we will keep this product for use with our daughter though and start right out with it once the day comes.  I always say my husband is a saint, but in this scenario St. Daddy seriously saved the day (and probably our marriage, our romantic times, my sanity...).  So, if you too are in the trenches of potty training, go to Amazon (  and order this kit.  It says for boys, but the principle will work for boys or girls (unless the DVD has a gender specific section, this I cannot speak to) Oh.  Add on some wine, or coffee, or chocolate, or all of it to your order too, trust me. You're going to need it and it makes it easier.  Some days, vodka made it easier; like when I was scrubbing poop out of our carpet after it was "construction site stuff."  But, on this day, March 25, 2017, our son received his certificate of completion for potty training.  He was so excited he nearly cried (but did NOT pee his pants! WIN!) and that pride in himself and excitement in that moment made all of my tears, stress, defeat, disgust, and at times anger all seem so irrelevant.  I know he will likely have a few accidents here and there, but we finally, FINALLY made it out of the trenches and into the light.  And in a bittersweet way, his babyhood is just completely and fully over as we transition now into the time of having a kid!   


Note:  For this post, I did not receive any items in the kit free of charge.  I am writing this based on my unbiased review of a product that worked well for our family.  Retails at $23.97 on Amazon and is Prime eligible.  

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

"See you Later," Never "Goodbye"

Sometimes I find myself complaining about military spouse life.  TriCare can be a headache, time away from my husband can be annoying, and if I wash another damn pen that was left in one of the bajillion pockets I happened to miss in the uniform, I may go insane!  But, all of these small annoyances are trivial in comparison to the part of military life that actually does stink; when our friends move away.

As military spouses, we tend to jump headfirst into friendships because we know we may only have a few months in any given location.  Thinking about it outside a military sense, yes, it does seem weird to just go to a person's house you have never met in person before!  I think the only ones who do that outside of military life use something called Tinder and it is for a totally different kind of "playdate," if you get my drift. I am not saying do not be safe, ALWAYS exercise caution and follow your gut, but when you know you have a good egg, don't waste anytime.  So naturally, when you invest so much time into new friends, who quickly become best friends, whose children quickly become your children's best friends, it hurts when someone must move on.

I never say goodbye.  This sprouted from my dad, and he likely didn't know that he was preparing me for a troubadouristic (ok, with much less music and singing) lifestyle, but he always says "see you later."  It didn't matter if he was talking to me before dropping me at school or talking to a gas station attendant in New Mexico he would likely never see again, he always just gives a good "see ya later." It's easier than goodbye.  It's especially easier to tell our friends we will see them later than to say goodbye.  Goodbyes are so final, and something that is not final is our friendship.  Whether it is to another country or across this one, distance doesn't end friends.  Facebook makes sure of that!  Not to mention the fact that the army is a (relatively) small world and we may well see each other later!

Goodbye is too definite, too concrete, too sobering.  As my children begin to realize they must eventually say their see you later's to their friends (especially my son who frequently asks me when Charlie, Jacob, and Paul will be coming to see him) I want them to know that they don't lose friends.  We can always be friends.  They can always be friends and they may see each other again in the future. They play and have fun and live in the now which is such a beautiful thing in such a transient life.  We can all learn a little bit from that.  So, when our days are running short, we play, we have fun, and we live in the now just as our children do.


                "Until we meet again, whether at our next post or at the gates of Heaven."

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Disappointments are like Mountains, Climb Them.

Some people will tell you "life is full of disappointments."  Not to be narcissistic, but that statement can be all too true when it comes to military life.  There are LOTS of disappointments.  Unapproved leave means no vacations or visits to family when planned, spouses being looked over for promotions can make one feel for their service member, not getting "THE base" you had at the top of your wishlist, or missing career opportunities for yourself can all be sources of disappointment in military life for spouses and members too.  With some or all of these piling up, it seems the only answer is to dig a hole of depression filled with pint-sized ice cream, pajamas, and binge Netflix for the next....7 years, right?  Wrong.  The truth is, life will always give obstacles and disappointments that can sometimes pile up into mountains.  At that point, there's really only one this to do; climb them.  Lace up your hiking boots and start climbing!

We don't have to let the disappointments consume us.  In fact, they're often a good lesson in grace and show us our own ability to overcome our situations.  I like to tell myself and, eventually, when my kids are old enough to comprehend them as well, that the disappointments don't shape us, but they sure give us some grounds to rise on.  If I listed out every single time I felt sucker punched by our lifestyle, I would seem like one narcissistic, sad, jerkface.  In reality, I am about as opposite as it gets from those things!  Well, except maybe a "jerkface" my son probably thinks I am one of those every time he is sent into a time-out.  But aside from that one, I actively ensure I stay opposite of the others!  Because it's easy to let disappoint consume is.  It is much harder to rise up, look that disappointment square in the eye, and give it hell.

Those times I mentioned above?  Those are all too common for many military families, and honestly things that other families often experience as well.  I would like to say I'm this total super woman who can overcome all adversity completely on my own, all while having flawless skin and great hair.  The truth is, there are things that can help in these times.  I say all.the.time "I get by with a little help from my friends." This is so true!  A solid group of friends, no matter the size, are really the best in times of disappointment.  Sometimes you just need an understanding ear to vent to, a buddy to "whine and wine" with, or someone who just will tell you that the situation sucks.  Empathy is so important! These friends are also great because they help you see the light at the end of the tunnel.  They help you make a plan E, F, and G.  They bring you back to your sorta super woman center again, and they just make everything better.  Friends are such crucial parts of military lifestyle!  It's also important to have your service member's back.  As much as  I sometimes want to scream profanities related to our life, I don't because at the end of the day I am thankful.  I am thankful for his service, because let's face it. I would be the WORST soldier in the world (ask the mediocre daddy if you don't believe me).  I am thankful for the roof over our head, the food on our plates, and that annoying camo duffel bag behind my rocking chair to trip on.  Because all of these things, all of these signs of a soldier, means he is home, he is safe, and we are whole.

Remember this next step the next time you find yourself in the heat of a life disappointment at the hands of a military lifestyle; pick up your phone and dial your mama.  Because no one knows better than mom (or dad, or grandma, or grandpa or whoever you are closest to) what to do.  No one makes me feel better about life situations than my mom.  Even this crazy, unorganized, hot mess of a mom needs her mom from time to time (and by time to time I mean daily.  She probably gets annoyed with the amount I call her!).  Our loved ones always help us see the brighter side of things.  Sometimes we just need to see that our grass is just as green as the other side.

When life gives you unexpected turns, its ok to take a minute to be sad, to cry, to be upset or mad.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with acknowledging and giving way to your emotions--in fact, its healthy.  If you want to learn more about that, just watch "Inside Out" its the best basic explanation of that I have found!  Sometimes Sadness needs to take the wheel for a minute and kick Joy to the sideline, so that Joy can come back stronger than ever.  Take that minute, get it out, and then thing it through and reevaluate.  Take those disappointments and rise above them.  Use them as ammo in your arsenal to become a more rounded person and channel those disappointments into optimism and an additional outlook.  Optimism in the face of adversity is probably one of the most powerful tools we can wield.  Plus, it's free, so there's that.  If there's one thing I want my minions to learn from their mom its that we decide how our disappoints affect us; we can choose to grow and learn in them, and that choice makes us strong, makes us thrive, and makes us reach the summit!



"We never know how high we are, until we are called to rise. And then, if we are true to form, our dreams will touch the skies." --Emily Dickinson