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me and my big ideas

Monday, February 21st, 2011

So, if we are facebook friends (and if not, why aren’t we??), you may remember me sharing this photo a few months ago.

See… what had happened was

I was right there just minding my own business. Literally. We were in the throws of our busy holiday season. And the dresser that Ezra and Evie share in our room had broken to pieces. I had drawers and laundry baskets sitting all around and it was keeping me awake at night. So, this sweet deal on Craigslist smacked me upside the head: two dressers for only $30. The good kind of furniture that they don’t make any more. Solid wood.

It was first come first serve so I got there early and froze my tush off for these things. A sweet friend came with her pick up truck to help me get them home and I was sure it was going to be just an afternoon project to refinish them.

Because I’m crazy.

I vaguely remember doing such a project with my mom once and all I recalled was sand paper and sealant. So, I got that stuff and headed home.

About an hour into back labor with these things I concluded there must be an easier way to get the old finish off and discovered paint stripper.

This totally expedited the project, but also attracted a lot of angry yellow jackets.

{Insert mental image of me jumping and screaming and frantically waving my arms about.}

We wont talk about the clumps of gunk currently stuck to the driveway.

I got one dresser finished by sundown that night and it very nearly killed me.

Then it started to rain the next day. While Brent was at work, because this is when all natural disasters occur. I huffed and heaved those heavy mothers up onto the porch and covered them with a vinyl Christmas table cloth. At least they blended in with my outdoor Christmas decor.

After the rain, I got them back out and learnt how to use the rotary sander. Or whatever it’s called. And just like my mamma taught me, I taught my girl how to use the power tools and still look cute.

I was going to stain it a different color, but once I saw how beautiful that wood was under all those many many coats of old 1960s varnish, I just couldn’t do it. Sanding suddenly became a very pleasurable activity and I quickly imagined myself all Cash & Cari like. Refinishing furniture had become my new(est) calling for all I was concerned.

Because let me tell you, when that power sander is going, you can’t hear kids telling on each other, or the baby fussing about her gums. =D

It was also very thought provoking, the smooth side to side, back and forth motion of the vibrating sander. Watching the old stuff slough away and seeing the pure wood underneath. Contemplating about how God sands us good and hard to get to the pure stuff. Thinkin’ about how Punchinello says it hurts to be sanded, and it does. Thinkin’ about all the sanding that has occured in our lives and how merciful and gracious God is to sand us.

And then halfway through this project a friend was killed suddenly when a tree fell on his car while he was driving down the road. Horrible storms had ravaged Atlanta and he was the only fatality. A father of four, a man whose favorite thing ever was to sing praises to Jesus and pray long prayers.

It was really good to sand and think and pray then. To think about the different ways that God sands us down, how hard it is, and how His grace always always always sustains us.

And then two weeks later…

TADA! Dresser number one.

And Dresser Number Two

I bought a tube of black wipe-on staining. I had plenty left since I had decided to only stain the tops of the dresers and the fronts of the drawers. And I only applied one thin layer because I wanted it to look…how it looks.  I also only needed a small can of the sealant stuff. I went with clear matte since I loved the natural wood grain so much.

Brent now has a dresser for the first time! He scored the taller one, and Ezra and Evie share the long one. Each one gets a side. I know that you’re probably supposed to put your kid’s dressers in their rooms, but when you’ve got more people than rooms, you make it work. ;)

I got middle grade doohickies knobs and pulls. They were on sale. And after fifty trips to the hardware store for more sandpaper, I’d say my grand total on expenses came to about $70. I could have kept it way less by keeping the old pulls and no black stain, but I wanted something pretty.

The end.

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Da-Da-Da-Da-Da

Sunday, January 16th, 2011
  • I love the way that Brent doodles a heart on the top of my lattes out of honey in the morning.
  • I love when we come down the stairs to find that the big kids have been up for forever and playing sweetly and quietly with one another.
  • I love that Ezra gets so excited about being the breakfast waiter. Even though this is his job every.single.day. “Aaaaaalright! Mmmnnmm Mmmnnmm Mnmmm” he says.
  • I love the way that Charis giggles through school time. She surprises herself when she learns something new and thoroughly delights in it.
  • I love the way that Evie glues herself to me when I pick her up. She hugs me tight and we hum a song together and dance around. She rubs my arm with her sweet little hands. Tonight she sat on the kitchen counter for at least an hour, just chillin’ out while I worked at the sink and stove.
  • I love the way that Arwen asks me every.single.day if she “can ask me something in my ear.” She wants it to stay a secret that she doesn’t nap when the other kids do sometimes. Just happy to have me in view. Just me. Plain ol’ me.
  • I love that my boy-man feels love in my cooking. When lunch or dinner is particularly yummy he tells me I’m “a goooo goooo Mamma” (good good Mamma) and hugs me so tight.
  • I love that Charis is always at my side. So much so that I am constantly poking her in the eye. Seriously. She’s right there every time I turn around. Well, and then that one time i launched a piece of toast at her while we were traveling and it hit her in the eyeball, but that was a freak occurrence.
  • I love that anytime Brent or I leave, the kids make us get out of the car one.more.time so that they can hug us and kiss us goodbye. Tonight, when Brent left for work, Arwen called out, “Be careful! Avoid tornadoes and hurricanes! We love you and we’re praying for you!” And that is the truth. They always ask to pray for Daddy when he’s not here.
  • I love the new rooms we have set up for the kids and feel slightly guilty for not doing it sooner. More on that later, I’m sure.
  • I love eating dinner by candlelight with all my little lovelies.
  • I love the way that Arwen winks at me with her goofy six-year-old-teeth smile.
  • I love the way that Charis walks when she puts on some new clothes and I can tell she feels pretty.
  • I love love love watching my children unfurl like little flowers. Learning new things about each one of them and witnessing them growing up. Today, while Brent and I were catching a late afternoon nap, Arwen packed his backpack with an apple in case he got hungry while he was at work. She told him to ask his boss if he could have a break to eat to keep up his strength. She also made him a book mark with three little letters stamped on it “D A D”. His heart melted and so did mine.
  • I love our little family and our little house and our little life. It feels like such a privilege to be here. Right here. Loving, raising, training, learning, working…living.

I’m lovin’ it.

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It’s the sincerest form of flattery

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

I’m not planning on wearing any denim jumper dresses anytime soon, but I’ve been attending monthly homeschool mommy meetings at our new church. Sssshh. Don’t tell any of my high school friends. They’d laugh you out of town!

Last Tuesday night the guest speaker had some very thought provoking things to say and it really ties in with some things I’m seeing in other places. Briefly, here are my notes:

On Shepherding Our Children (speaker-Tammy Horton)

  • PRAY- there are no guarantees
  • CULTIVATE SOIL (You cannot lead them where you haven’t gone. Become a true disciple of Christ)
  • Have the courage to face your inadequacies and ask the Lord to help you become who you need to be….she said “daily” but I’d like to add “moment by moment”.
  • Start early SERVING THE WORLD. Teach your children to serve. This goes back to the second bullet point. They won’t be servants if they don’t witness you serving.
  • Develop a strong family identity. For my notes, I wrote “Who are the Burgesses?” This is something that Brent and I will be praying about as I’m not totally sure either of us has an answer to that question.

“Imitate me, just as I also imitate Christ.” 1 Corinthians 11:1

And there I was minding my own business on Wednesday when a conversation about discipline styles popped up on one of my Charlotte Mason lists. I generally try to stay out of these conversations, but someone made the comment about a suggested child training website. The reader thought the website seemed to be promoting the idea that you are training your children to be like you. The reader was appalled by this and insisted that she could never think of herself so highly as to have such a goal and instead, she wanted her children to be like Christ.

Mammas, whether or not we like it, our children are going to turn out a little like us. Okay. A LOT like us. If you have a child that is constantly complaining, look in the mirror. If you have a child that is lazy, look in the mirror. This goes without saying that obviously they are going to develop individual traits all by themselves and that by the grace of God wonderful people do come from completely detestable parents sometimes. But we should feel this weight on us, this responsibility to constantly be refining our character to be more like Christ, as we take the hands of our children to follow us in that pursuit. Know this, they are watching and they are soaking it all up. Every moment. Every word. Every action.

With all of this on my mind, I was amused to come downstairs this morning and find Arwen wearing my apron and Charis clopping around in my shoes. This imitation is flattering, but not so much when I hear a harsh criticism towards a sibling…and know that they got it from me.

Yesterday I was gone for a few hours and do you know what my sweet big girl was doing while I was gone? Brent had started some laundry and she was sitting at the table coloring. The dryer stopped and suddenly she sprang from her chair and walked into the kitchen to unload the dryer and transfer the clothes from the washer into the now empty dryer and turn it on. She sees me working around the house all day long and it came naturally to her to do it, I guess, since I wasn’t there.

This brings me to my (I lost count, 4th?) point: Your children are capable of a whole heck of a lot more than you think they are!

Under the influence of way too many hours spent reading Laura Ingalls Wilder and Charlotte Mason, we’ve been doing chores every morning. I’m not really organized about it because that just isn’t the season we are in right now. We just clean whatever is the dirtiest that day. And most of our “cleaning” is just to get things manageable. But we don’t do anything else until the house resembles a place that everyone wants to be in all day.

We clean and I say, “We don’t want bugs in our house, so we need to sweep under the couch!”

We clean and I say, “Isn’t it nice to be able to find your toys when you want to play with them? Put all the train tracks here.”

We clean and I say, “Arwen, you are going to be such a wonderful wife and mamma one day! You are learning how to keep house!” (Yes, I do try my very best to sound like Michelle Duggar when I say that one.)

We do lighter cleaning on heavier school days and stop by 10 am. But on lighter school days we’ll go until 11. Please don’t think I mean cleaning until everything is spotless. I mean cleaning so that we can find our clothes when we need them and the baby can crawl across the floor without contaminating herself with God-knows-what, and so that I have dishes available for the next meal. That kind of cleaning.

Do you think they are enjoying it?

A dish might get broken, but she’s learning important life lessons. And she gets to wear Mamma’s Apron!

“Mamma watch me jump!” She’s still 6 on the inside. =)

Quick Tips:

  • If your kids cannot pick up after themselves they have too much stuff. Inform them of this and then get rid of a lot of it. You are doing them a favor! It shouldn’t take hours to put toys away.
  • If you cannot keep up with all of your stuff, YOU have too much stuff! It does no good to keep every single birthday card you ever got from anybody if you never actually look at them or have a special place to put them. Look at them, say a silent prayer of gratitude for grandma betsy and then throw those suckers in the trash!
  • The stress you lose as a result of getting rid of your stuff is worth more than the weight of all said stuff in gold. Trust me. Get rid of stuff. Throw it out. Donate it to charities. Have a yard sale.
  • Your children feel important and needed when they get to help out with daily maintenance around the house.
  • If they complain, it’s only because you have conditioned them to believe that work is always bad and playing is always good. Change your attitude about your duties and theirs will follow suit.
  • If you are charging down the steps with a leaking diaper baby and see that the AC repairman left a mess when he changed your filter, don’t get overwhelmed about it. Call out to your four year old to grab that hand broom and dustpan and sweep it up. So what if she doesn’t do it perfectly. It’s just dirt, people.
  • When your two year old asks for a spray bottle and a rag never say “No.” Give it to him and try to persuade him to clean something that actually needs cleaning. If he wants to clean a window that is already clean, so what? It’s just a window, but he is feeling important to get to help.
  • When your kids are running around fussing at each other and being goofy, distribute baby wipes and send them to clean the walls. Walls always need cleaning.
  • I firmly believe that at the age my children are in, establishing good habits is more important that sitting and doing school lessons all day.
  • Sit in the room they are cleaning up and instruct them. They are not born knowing how to clean. “Charis, pull everything out from under Ezra’s bed.” Then help her see that she can get all the blocks and put them in the block box at once. Then point out the books she pulled out. Then the hairbows, etc. You can’t just send them into a room and say “Clean it.” It won’t get very clean and they won’t learn how to do it right. With time, you will be able to do that though!
  • I find that explaining to my children that we don’t want bugs or mice, or that we don’t want to get sick over and over, is great motivation to get them to clean up.
  • You have all that energy just sitting in your house mammas. Put it to good use!!

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If you give a Mamma a helper…

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

I was panicking. Evie was on day 2 of that crazy fever and strange diarrhea. All three big kids were at the table and I was trying to get dinner into their tummies and had just been barfed on twice. Did I mention Brent was working that night? (It should be against the law for father’s of littles to work in the evening. Period.)

Just as I was mentally trying to envision bedtime with a puking feverish baby and teeth to be brushed and stories to be read, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was a new friend that we’ve been privileged to make this past summer. She must have been at the receiving end of my panic button that night and asked if I needed any help.

I was able to go upstairs and shower the vomit off and try to comfort Evie in some peace and quiet while she came over and brushed teeth and read stories to my big kids. It took all of 15 minutes of her time and probably seemed really ridiculously simple, but the ramifications of that little 15 minutes was larger than life for our family! (and my sanity!!)

This wonderful lady also happens to be Mamma to our Mamma’s Helper. I have never met a family that was so helpful and so wonderful about giving of their time and energy to others.

Having a helper has been very new to me and recently a friend was considering having a helper and asked some questions. Here’s my answer:

I was totally clueless as to what to have her do at first. I would work circles around the house and she played with the kids, which was great anyway! But as we are getting use to one another, it gets better and better. She’s learning how our home operates and I’m learning how to not do everything myself.

I had her come at pre-scheduled times at first so that she could experience our home on days where I was (hopefully) on both my feet. The original plan was to have her come spur of the moment on bad days. But I’m liking this plan. A night or two a week, Brent is gone to work and also gone the next morning and those are really difficult/exhausting times. So, I have her come from the end of nap time to bed time (4pm-8pm) and she can take the kids outside to play while I clean the bathrooms or make dinner. She sweeps, folds laundry, helps the kids with projects, goes with us to the store, holds the baby, and even prepares simple meals alongside me sometimes.

I try to treat her as if she were an older daughter. But I don’t think I’d ever feel comfortable asking her to clean the toilets or a really messy mess in the kitchen. If I had her do dishes, I’d definitely have one of my girls in there helping. I don’t want her to feel like our slave, but rather part of the family. KWIM?

I try to picture how I would want it if I was sending my older girl to help a mamma. I would hope that the Mamma she was helping would be a good testimony of being an excellent wife and graceful mother. So, her being here has really challenged me and helped me break some nasty habits! Yes, MH is here to help me, but I hope to be a good example while she’s here.

The only challenge I’ve faced has been the kids adjusting to having to obey her. I try to keep a close ear out for any sassiness or disobedience and discipline for it. I haven’t figured out if there is an appropriate form of discipline for her to apply.

Oh, one other thing that I’ve had to guard against… I still have bad days! At first I was confused as to how to react, knowing that I could call MH to come and she’d be here in a flash, but also knowing that I couldn’t blow our entire budget on having someone come just because I couldn’t handle the day perfectly. I’ve had to really set a “purpose statement” in my mind and remember why it is that I have a MH. It’s not to make life “easy” or make all my problems go away. It’s because I need to have a little help and not do everything myself right now. I need to cut out some level of stress so that my health can improve. She’s not here to parent my children or do my job for me. She’s here to help me do my job. I try to strategically plan for the times she is going to be here, have laundry washed and ready to fold, have a project for the kids or something for them to do outside, etc. And expect bad days when she is not going to be here!

Challenge births creativity. If I’m not challenged, I’m not going to become a better person. Challenges are good, but its when you are beaten to pieces by them that it becomes a problem. I’m trying to find the balance between the two here.

I would love to have her come once a week every week and work out in the soap room or whatever during that time, but I have to go with my cash flow. That Cheeky Maiden is so sweet to pay for my helper! ;)

This is a big part of “how I get it all done”. And if I ever figure out exactly how I get it all done, I’ll blog that too, because I hear that statement about 10 times a week.

Anyway, it’s been great for our family and surprisingly her rates are very reasonable!! So, if you need help, ASK FOR IT! And if you are blessed to be out of this season of having lots of littles, FIND A FAMILY AND HELP THEM!!

The end.

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Food for thought- Mother Culture

Friday, October 1st, 2010

From the introduction to Pocketful of Pinecones, by Karen Andreola

Last, but not least, Pocketful of Pinecones is essentially about the life of a mother who industriously cares for her family. “Carol” is on her feet a lot. She has worries, hopes, joys, and disappointments. She learns to trust the Lord in her circumstances. And she is very wise to participate in what I call Mother Culture. To take part in Mother Culture is to take a little time to keep growing. In as little as fifteen minutes a day, a mother can strengthen her spirit, expand her mind, exercise her creativity, or ponder ideas that will help her in her arduous task as homemaker/home teacher. I have designed this book to be useful for Mother Culture, to be nourishing, and to be influential in keeping up a mother’s enthusiasm…

Pocketful of Pinecones is doing just that for me! We can’t expect ourselves to pour out and pour out without taking a little time for a refill!

Mammas, what are you reading for Mother Culture?

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Confessions of an Obsessive Compulsive

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

I get it from my mamma. The tendency to do things big. Bigger than necessary.

So, maybe because we worked our tushes off all summer, I was really super excited to see Fall come around. I wanted to celebrate big, but we were currently in the middle of a streak of sleepless nights with Evie.

The theme was PUMPKINS. And we actually did it all on the first day of Fall. I know, so Martha of me.

We started the morning decorating pumpkins. You can really go all out with the faux citrouille (that’s French for “fake pumpkin”) at Michael’s. Grab some stencils, some ribbon, some stamps, some glitter…. and you’ve got a big mess. But maybe some cute pumpkins. Anyway, my tired brain could only handle polka dots and turkeys.

That’s right. I already got my Thanksgiving craft out of the way, ya’ll! The deal is to display the polka dotted side for October and then turn the turkeys out for November. (Polka dots were done with a little round brush stampy thing, and turkeys were done using their hand prints. We’re original like that.)




Then, I made a candle mold out of a smaller punkin’ and poured some local beeswax in it for our Fall time candlelit dinners.

Voila!




Shameless plug: You can get one with your next Cheeky Maiden order. They burn perfectly down the center, with no messy wax dripping everywhere. And beeswax gives such a great warm light, without all that black smoke synthetic waxes put out. We’ll even put a festive bow on it. Promise.

And we finished it all up with Pumpkin Soup for dinner!!




Pumpkin Soup Recipe:

  • 2 cans Pumpkin
  • 2 cans black beans, drained
  • 4 cups of water
  • 2 vegetable bouillon cubes
  • chopped onion
  • chopped red bell pepper and stuff (optional)
  • cumin (to taste)
  • cinnamon (to taste, I use a lot)
  • salt and pepper (to taste)
  • garnish with cilantro and fresh mozzarella chunks
  • Serve with tortilla chips or even wild rice

My kids love it, my husband is impressed with it, and my hips love it because it is super high in fiber.

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Weekend Reading

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010

{snort}

I snort because I personally do not like when other bloggers do weekend reading posts.

But if you miss the opportunity to read what is at these links, well, you’re crazy.

Are you a burnt out Mamma? Are you a confused wife? New Mamma? Heck… are you a girl?

Then you need to read these links, which I will forever be indebted to Owlhaven for sharing last week.

The third one is super long but please don’t look over it. It took me all day to read it, considering a million interruptions. And at least one of these blogs has been bookmarked for daily perusal by yours truly.

If you are like me and don’t have very many older women nearby charming you with their relentless wit and wisdom, blogs like these are like water to a parched soul.

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Can I 3-Hole Punch My Brain?

Friday, April 30th, 2010

I’m doing it. I know I said I wasn’t going to.

I am making a Home Management Binder. It seems so faddish, so everyone is doing it, that I don’t want to do it.

But I need a place to empty my brain, so that while I’m making lunch I’m just making lunch. I’m not thinking about how the kids finger nails are getting too long, the grass is getting high, the garden needs to be watered, did I take my herbs last night before bed, what am I making for dinner, when am I ever going to clean the stinkin’ bathroom, and where exactly are everyone’s church shoes? When I see something that needs to get done, I simply write it down. And then at the beginning of the week I choose what will need to (realistically) get done that week. Every morning I will choose from my weekly list what will realistically get done that day and a general time frame.

Of course there is going to be a return to a (revised) edition of the colorful wall chart-– shrunken down to fit in the notebook, and simplified to fit our new life with 4 little ones. ;)  BOY did life change with that fourth addition. Parenting a baby is easier the fourth time around. You can pretty much parent while comatose. But life got a lot more…hairy…with number four. Life doesn’t fold neatly and stay stacked in the linen closet like a crisp top sheet. It’s more like a fitted bottom sheet… stubbornly refusing to be folded into a neat square, requiring you to fold it a little differently each time, and sometimes just giving up and rolling it into a misshapen (does that spell “miss happen” or “mis shapen” ?) mass and shoving it in the bottom of the closet.

I like what Simple Mom has to say on this front and I really LOVED these free printables that helped me get organized a little better.

So, do you have a binder? What’s in it??

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Makin’ it Pretty

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

We have a lot of stuff. And here’s the thing. I think it’s because there are a lot of people in this house that was built for 2 or 3 people to leave every day to go to work and school. This space was never intended for people to live, work, school, or even eat here evidently. There wasn’t even a pantry when we moved in! (We put shelves in the coat closet and store our dry goods there. It works.)

I’ve gotten rid of tons of toys, knick knacks, clothes, etc. And we are down to what we are actually using right now. The space is crowded and disorganized and it drives me nuts.

So when I saw this idea I knew it was meant for me.

While Grammy and Grandpa were in town we went to Lowe’s with the original intention of building our own shelves. Once we started getting all the supplies, we realized it would be half as expensive to buy some utility shelves (made for the garage) instead. Buying those, we got two sets of shelves for the same price! YAY!

The kids helped me put them together. The only tool we needed was a rubber mallet.

We made two sets just like this one.

I glued felt to the bottoms to make them wood floor friendly.

One sits next to the changing table, and the other in the dining area. We totally rearranged the furniture to meet school/dining needs.

Then I sort of followed these directions to cover it, but I didn’t make it past like Step 2 before I started making up my own rules.

Disclaimer: I do not know how to sew. My method mainly involves making things fit together as I see it in my mind. I left all four sides unsewn and made some fabric ties out of a coordinating fabric. I may not always have this shelf up against a wall and might need to get at it from both sides.

I found myself at home alone on Sunday since I was too sick to go to church, and it took almost all day to do. I had to put some finishing touches on it the next morning still.

For both sets of shelves the entire project cost me $100. I was intent on having something that was going to last a long time, be pretty, AND functional.

The shelving system was just under $70 and the fabric was around $30. I know for you frugal minded folks that sounds awful, BUT you should know that it came from the upholstery remnant section AND I got it 50% during a Customer Appreciation Sale. I bought 5 yards of each fabric, so I’ll have a good bit left over. The Blue Flower print is also STAIN DETERRENT!!!

You could easily do this project for much cheaper with an existing shelf that may just need some aesthetic help, and you could cover it in budget cotton fabric as well.

I’m totally thrilled! It makes a pretty backdrop for the table, and also keeps the kids out of the toys and puzzles. The rule is, one toy out at a time, and putting them in something like this automatically communicates “ask first”. That gives me the opportunity to remind them to put up the previous toy, art project, puzzle, etc before getting out another.

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Deadline Rapidly Aproaching

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

I found out I was pregnant with Charis when Arwen was about 9 or 10 months old. I looked from the pregnancy test down at the infant playing happily at my feet and thought, “What the heck?!

Don’t get me wrong, I was super excited about having another baby. I really can’t remember what I did all day long when I only had one, but I don’t remember being very busy, tired, or stressed out much.

The task of preparing for a baby when you’ve still got a baby was a little daunting and I turned to the experts for help- The Quiverfull Digest folks. (I’m no longer getting the digests, but they were fascinating and helpful as I tried to picture what life with more than one child would be like back then.) I got the very best response to my query, and have followed this advice for every single addition to our family:

Whenever a new one is added to the family, allow 6 weeks of chaos and up to 6 months of adjusting time.

For the first 6 weeks, do not get out of your pajamas and do not leave your house. Use paper plates if you have to. Do not vacuum and try to avoid the laundry if you can. Accept that the house is going to be a mess- if you don’t have helpers or older children- and don’t apologize for it! Rest and enjoy your baby and forget about everything else. Nap every day and sleep in as often as possible.

Then, you should allow your baby and family 6 months to adjust to an additional person. Work up to having a regular routine and cutting back on the chaos. At this point, begin trying to get up earlier and try not to need a nap every day. Start being productive again.

The way this works for me is that I try to do as little as possible for the first 6 weeks. I sleep in when Brent is here in the mornings and nap during the kid’s afternoon naps if I can. I cook as little as possible, but we don’t use paper plates because they irritate the snot out of me. Then I give myself the next few months to get it together. The more children I have during this time period, the longer it takes. But so far I’ve always managed to regain control of the household by that six month deadline.

And here is what I mean by “getting it together”: I get that baby on a nap routine first of all. It’s difficult to manage a house when you’ve got a cranky baby on your hands, or keeping you up at night. And for our family, both of those problems are usually resolved by giving our children predictable routines. I like my babies to take a nap 2 hours after they get up (usually the first nap is around 9 or 10) and then another nap in the afternoon (around 1) and after that they might get to doze off right around dinner prep time. I like to have them in bed by 8 p.m. Sometimes I have to wake them from their morning nap, or they’ll nap too long and not be sleepy at 1 when their siblings are napping.

Once I’ve got that baby sleeping, I know that I can “do stuff” during those sleep times. Right now, the morning nap is school time with the girls and the afternoon nap is my time. I can also start counting on baby playing on the floor with toys so I can fold laundry with the kids instead of having my arms full with sleeping newborn. (Of course I prefer arms full with sleeping newborn to folding laundry any day!)

That effort of getting that baby down for naps and letting her sleep undisturbed pays off in so many ways!

Evie turns 6 months old in 19 days.

It was while I was reading the Duggar book that I realized the disorder that my home was in. This wasn’t shocking, since I plan on disorder for the first 6 months, but I usually try to phase the disorder out in a more timely fashion.

The next 19 days are Orderliness Boot Camp. ;) You can expect to see a return of the colorful wall chart shortly.

Today was day one of getting Evie naps. Normally, I’ve started this by now, but ummm…. life is busy around here! Evie isn’t resting well at night and I’m pretty sure it’s because I haven’t gently guided her sleep patterns. Around 9:30 this morning I had been carrying her around for about 30 minutes, keeping her up. The other kids were playing pretty well together with the Little People, so I explained to them that I was going upstairs to put Evie to nap in her bed and I really really really needed them to play quietly or they were going to HAVE IT. ;)

She went right to sleep as I nursed her and stayed asleep when I laid her down. But then I let her sleep too long and she wasn’t quite ready for a nap with the others later on. She still ended up sleeping for almost all of naptime!

Trust me, some days she hasn’t gotten ANY rest because the house has been so chaotic and loud and turned upside down.

And while she is doing all this resting, I’m planning on fixing up some other things in the house to make it run more efficiently.

Work smart, not hard ya’ll. ;)

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