Monday, October 24, 2011

Diet Changes

I just got a call with the results for Bailey's allergy testing. The normal level for gluten tolerance is 11; Bailey's was 45 so she's pretty sensitive to that. The normal Casein level is a 2 and she was a 10.5. 

AWESOME. Soooo it looks like we will be having some changes in our diet. Honestly, I kind of had a feeling. I'm a little relieved, because I really wasn't looking forward to having her tested for ASD. I think I'm just going to hold off on that and see if there are changes in her behavior from a gluten/casein free diet. It is going to be more expensive, naturally, but if it helps both of us not feel nuts all the time, I'll do what I have to! 

Everyone I know that has eliminated it from their sensitive kids' diet has seen worlds of difference. I look forward to seeing those changes! There will be A LOT of them, because this girl LIVES for carbs and ice cream. Quality. 


It explains her HORRIBLE tummy and digestive problems as a baby. The chronic "sinusitis" which was mistaken for seasonal allergies. The chronic dark circles under her eyes. I mean.... YOU ARE DOCTORS! That specialize with CHILDREN. WHAT could it have hurt?! 

It would have saved us a lot of misery and trouble. But. At least we know now, and can move forward. My rant is over. 

The pickiness of food that enters my children's mouths is now going to be even pickier {because I secretly cringe to myself 90% of the time when people give them food}. I'm slowly learning that diet can change SO much. 

I just wish I'd known sooner, but I know now. Now, I'm off to research. The nurse gave me this website to get information and also told me that Native Sun {a local health food store} will make an appointment with you and show you the ins and outs of gluten free food. 

If any of you know good resources, I'm ALL open for any information! 

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Blurbs about Buttercream Frosting.

It finally happened. I had the "AHA!" moment that most of you probably had  years ago. 

I've always wondered how and tried to get my buttercream frosting to be as light and airy as Publix. Well today I figured out how. 

It's simple. 

Cream comes from butter. 

Butter begets cream. 


The end. 

{P.S. Tonight I over whipped it and it was a little too airy for my taste. The flavor was good, but I like to feel the icing when I bite into a cupcake. I never realized that until tonight... the things you learn... } 

{P.P.S I usually "cream the butter" but it wasn't really creaming it... I would do it for a few seconds on a lower speed to get the lumps out and then start adding sugar and it was too dense and buttery. You have to knock up the speed to medium/high and whip that junk with a whisk attachment for a few minutes... to your desired fluffiness.} 

The end, End. 

Saturday, October 22, 2011


So, as I'm seaming together the skirt of Bailey's Glinda The Good Witch dress, for Halloween, I had the following thought process it's long, but my mind is EXCELLENT at wondering and wandering:

"Man, I can't believe I'm sewing this dress together. I never in a million years would have thought that I'd ever be sitting at a sewing machine doing this.... EVER.

I'm pretty proud of myself. I used to get annoyed with those over achievers who were really good at everything. Now I'm starting to be good at lots of things. I've always just been mediocre at things.

I guess the key is to pick a skill and DEVELOP it. You can't just sit and think, man, I wish I could do that and then not act upon. Wishing never gets you anywhere... it's DOING....

Man. I am a stay at home mom.... SEWING. Who'd a thunk it?? I'm that sterotypical, stay at home mom, sewing and being crafty... just like I never wanted to be. But I kind of think I love it... secretly of course. There are probably a ton of working moms out there that think I'm shallow and frivolous and whatever the heck they think.... but if I were an attorney on Capital like I wanted to be... I'd never be around my kids or have developed all of these talents... and there would probably be stay at home moms who thought I was worldly, arrogant and superficial. I probably would have been.

So I guess it's a really good thing that there are so many groups and stereotypes in the world. There is a place for each person. You pick where you want to be and with whom you want to associate. The best part is.... if you decide you don't want to be there anymore, you can change it and become the person you want to be in the place you want to be. So is conforming to a stereotype really all that bad? Not always, I guess. As long as you're happy where you are and do your best to change it if you're not.... "

And on that note... I've tried changing where I am... and it never works out. EVERY time I try looking for a job... something comes up {usually a baby} and it doesn't work out. It's been made abundantly clear that I am where I am supposed to be, at home with my kids. And well, I'm starting to accept it and stop fighting it a little less. And for me, that is progress people. Baby steps.... three of them!  I never would have thought that I'd like staying home, but I'm getting there.  {Please don't tell anyone that I just started a sentence with AND, twice... yikes!}

It's a huge blessing to be where I can just accept Heavenly Father's plan for me and embrace it. I'm pretty sure I'm much happier now than I would have been if my own plan had come to fruition. I'm glad he knows me and my capabilities better than I do!

The end and thanks for tuning in!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Our New Addition...

Bailey came home from a camping trip with my mom and stepdad Sunday night. MAN! Did I miss that girl!!

My moms starts with "I'm sorry."

Me: " For What?" {Other than being later than expected... gotta love accident traffic}

Mom: You have a new addition to your family... {she holds up a cabbage patch doll}... And.... {she holds up a goldfish in a bag}.  "She won it. I never thought she'd win or I wouldn't have let her play." "I don't think he will make it through the night, he hasn't had any food."

Me: "Grrrrreat. Thanks, a lot." .....  It's not your fault...who knew she'd actually win!?"

Bailey : "Mommy, DO NOT cook my fish. And DO NOT eat it. Don't fwush him down the toiwet either."

Me: "Oh, honey... he's too small... I won't I promise. He wouldn't fill anyone up anyway."

World, meet Flower. Flower, meet the world. {Yes, that's right. Flower.}

So I find the nearest vase that is goldfish sized and we get some water in it and plop him in. Then I start feeling SUPER bad. My sweet, ridiculously uncoordinated girl WON a FISH! Her first pet!

I put her to bed and decided that I'm going to Walmart. Yes, on a Sunday. {Typically, we try not to go anywhere on Sundays. We like to keep it as a holy day that we can worship Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Plus, it's one of the 10 commandments... so you know it's important.}

Flower was not going to starve to death on my watch... and my sweet girl was not losing her first pet because it starves to death. Besides, I think Heavenly Father is down with me saving one of his creatures, right?

So Flower made it through the night. Thanks to the nice girl getting turtle food, in the fish section at Walmart... who informed me about the need for a filter, food, and water conditioner.

This morning Flower was doing well.

I was getting the kids ready to take Bails to school. T-Man wanted some lotion.. I put some on his hands. Started changing the baby, walk into the kitchen and Trevor had pushed a chair to the counter and had his lotiony hands in the fishbowl... or fishvase. I knew right there that poor Flower was a goner. When you change the water you have to add a little of the old stuff, but the lotion was in there sooooo.... yeah. Thirty minutes later we got home and he was dead, dead, dead.

She just lost her papa, she's not losing her fish, so I told Jeff-fa-fa I was going to buy a replacement.

Then he tells me that when she went in there to say goodnight to him she said "Daddy, I don't want my fish to die. I just lost my papa.... but it's okay, because he's in Heaven now, and he feels better." 

"Seriously, that's not funny, Jeffrey." 

"No, she really did say that to me."


Awesome.  I've been avoiding this day like the plague. Who needs a pet when I have three kids? And it turns out, that Goldfish are actually kind of high maintenance... they are dirty fish so you have to change their water more often. You need 2 gallons per INCH of fish. Did you know that they get up to 12 inches in length! WHO KNEW?! And those aquariums.... UGLY. I don't do ugly. But anything for my little girl, right? RIGHT?


So, we went to Petsmart this morning and bought a replacement fish. Twenty-nine cents for my daughters unbroken heart? YES, PLEASE.

So meet, Flower #2. This is only a temporary fix, until we figure out if this fish is going to survive.

Pretty sweet set up if you ask me. Luckiest goldfish EVER. Well, luckier than Flower #1 anyway...

That is all. Goodnight and wish us good luck.

Friday, October 14, 2011

SPD ADHD ASD... An Alphabet Soup of Labels.

I always joked but seriously expected Bailey to have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder {ADHD}. From the time she was in my gut she never stopped moving. In fact, I pretty much got abused from the inside out... seriously. So I figured around Kindergarten she'd be tested and we'd go from there. She has a pretty strong genetic pre-disposition for it.

Well, when I was pregnant with Trevor I finally asked the doctor about it {she had been with Pediatrician #4 for a little while at point- several months.  I was on the verge of losing my mind, seriously. I'm not kidding.

Honestly, for a really long time I just thought I was a weenie and couldn't hack it as a mom. I thought things like, "Why are all of these mom's so composed and calm with their kids? Why can't I be like that? She's just a baby! What's wrong with me?". I mean, I realized that Bailey was hard to handle... even my pregnancy was MISERABLE. For the most part, I just thought I sucked.

Looking back, I'm realizing that it wasn't just me. Over the past year we've been in a whirlwind of evaluations and therapies. I've come out of all of it still feeling like I know very little about the whole process and feeling like I was denied information that I should have been given a whole lot sooner. In fact, Hope Haven flat out misinformed me as to the age that Child Find starts and as a result Bailey missed out on over a year of benefits and therapies that would have been really helpful in preparing her for Kindergarten next year. My Pediatrician {#2,3, & 4} failed to inform me of Early Start. That's another year or two denied her.

Bailey was diagnosed with Sensory Processing Disorder {SPD} at Hope Haven and started receiving Occupational Therapy {OT} there from February to April, until they lost BOTH of their therapists in the same week. They didn't put us on a waiting list, or refer us to another therapist or tell us where we could get therapy in the meantime... nothing. In fact,  I had to continually call them and ask if they'd gotten a new one... and they did eventually "but it would be 2-3 months before she is certified with the insurance companies".  So she has been out of therapy since April.

I usually get annoyed with people who are uninformed and not savvy enough to research and find things out on their own, including my self. This was the case. In the past few months, I have learned WORLDS more than I knew before. Most of the information I have gotten from people at church or friends. I'm so grateful for that information. It's hard to know what questions to ask when you are going through something like this for the first  {and hopefully, only} time. It's hard enough learning and coping with your child not being "normal".

COME ON, we have all known Bailey is not "normal" she's a spunky, funny, caring, WIRED, energetic ball of fire. I love her more than life it's self.

When we started evaluations with Child Find and Duval County, I honestly thought that they would come back and tell me she didn't qualify because she really wasn't severe enough to. NOPE. It was the opposite. I got her IEP {Individual Education Plan} and starting trying to decipher through it with the help of my Gramma, who used to teach ESE and my sister in law Natalie, who has an autistic son and has been through all of this. Turns out, Bailey is really smart {which we already knew} but on top of the SPD she is almost definitely ADHD. Clinically Significant is considered between 56-65 on the Conners Index and other areas of ADHD {inattentive, impulsivity, etc}. Bailey is >90 on ALL of them. YEAH.

Soooo, much worse than we thought. It's somewhat gratifying to my psyche, though, to know that it hasn't just been that I can't hack it all these years. Is that bad, to think that? I guess it doesn't matter, because it's how I feel.

I put her in a VPK program at Lighthouse Learning Center. They have staff that are trained and equipped for special needs kids. They also have much smaller class sizes, which was a MUST. She wouldn't have been able to focus AT ALL in a class of 18 kids. I didn't want her to be labeled the bad misbehaving kid, because she isn't. She's a GREAT kid. She just can't focus.

So anyway, Lighthouse is a Clay County school. So we needed to transfer her IEP from Duval County {we literally live across the county line, BOO}. We had the meeting, my Gramma went with me. We couldn't transfer the IEP because we aren't in Clay County and they send social workers now to verify that kids actually reside with the family member whose address they are using. MEGA BUZZ KILL!

The child psychologist that is staffed at lighthouse and has observed her threw around ASD {Autism Spectrum Disorder}. That's not the first time I've heard those letters.  She and Bailey's teacher {who is pretty much awesome and has the patience of Job} both said they weren't sure if they would evaluate her for it and were literally on the fence. She is missing some of the markers {IE- her social interactions are acceptable with peers,etc and she also makes great eye contact, and doesn't really have a tick} but she does have others, and they just really aren't sure. It could just be the combination of the SPD & ADHD or it could be ASD.

It's been an emotional roller coaster the past couple of weeks. Now, I have to decide whether I'm going to transfer her to the program she would be in Duval County {which is REALLY unimpressive in my experience} and let her get the help she really needs for the next 7 months OR keep her at lighthouse with her friends and teacher which she's grown attached to and hope to HIGH HEAVEN we can find a rental in Clay County in May. I am just not sure which would be best for her at this point. It's heart wrenching.

We have a lot of praying to do. And sleeping. Which I haven't been doing for the last 3 hours. Why?

Callen woke up, fed him, he played in his crib for an hour while I laid in bed wide awake. So I bust out the ole' itouch and check my email and there is a Feingold Newsletter in there. I usually delete these right away so that I don't start feeling guilty for being a slacker... but that post is coming soon.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Wall Flower

So, a while ago, I was blog stalking Make It and Love It {Ashley has some GREAT ideas!} and I saw this wall art project she had done. LOVED it. I had decided that I wanted to make it at some point and time, and well, that time has come.

I was given these old frames from my Gramma and finally got around to cleaning and spray painting them. but couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with them. I had several different ideas. Then I had a fleeting moment of brilliance. I have a ton of foam board lying around for some reason, I'm still unsure of. SO. I decided to cover them with cute fabric. Then I was left will a blank canvas.

WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO? {I'm the most indecisive person on the planet... for example it took me 5-10 minutes to decide on  A PUMICE STONE in Sally's this weekend. Yes, you heard me. Sad, isn't it?

Then I came across the wall flower art post again and KNEW that is what I was going to do. But once I got the flower on, it was missing something. So I rummaged through my scraps and found an old knit shirt that would be perfect for some leaves... and that was the touch that it needed. I'm pretty excited about it, and it was a SUPER fast and easy project.

Now I just have to figure out what to do with the yellow and tiffany blue one above. I'll post a picture when I get the entire wall done.  We and by "We" I mean I {with Jeffrey's funding} am giving our living room a facelift.

And with that, I bid Adieu... it's bedtime and I have a migraine to kick by in the morning. Get out there and do something crafty!! And show me your pictures!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Things you should know before you get knocked up....

1. Your lady parts will NEVER be the same again {without a lil' sumthin' done, for a not so lil' sumthin' price}

2. Kids will suck the life right out of you and you'll find yourself going to bed at 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night.

3.  Buy your retirement stock in Pampers, Tyson and Kraft.

4. Your going to be a single parent if you and or your husband is going to be working full time and going to school.

5. Your kids will drive you to the brink of insanity, regularly.

6. Sometimes you'll find yourself bawling WITH them.

7. Your going to need timeouts too.

8. Set your expectations A LOT lower for yourself, and a little higher for your kids, they are smart and manipulative by nature and will get away with a lot more if you don't know any better.

9. You're darned if you do and darned it you don't, so make an INFORMED decision and stick with it. Say screw it to whoever has an opinion on it. My kids, my choice. {IE- being a working mom, or a SAHM- you get looks and reactions either way, same goes for breast feeding/formula feeding, circumcision or not, to immunize or not to}.

10. You WILL be that mom screaming at her kid in Walmart one day. Don't judge her till you've walked in her shoes.

11. All pediatricians are NOT created equal. Find one that aligns with your views and works WITH you.

12. Grow some balls and be open with people. If you can't communicate like an adult, don't expect to be treated like one.  {I'm a hypocrite sometimes on this one...}

13. You will be puked on, pooped on, spit on, drooled on, scratched, kicked, hit, hair pulled, eyes gauged... you name it.

14. Don't bother wearing jewelry until your kids are older. Particularly, necklaces, earrings or bracelets. They will be ripped off of your body... and not in the good way.

15. Flashing people in public will become common place. Especially when your wearing a skirt/dress or slinky/baggy top... kids like to pull that stuff off of ya.... modesty will be a thing of the past.

16. Your desire for hot, lovely, relations will decrease. It will have nothing to do with your love or attraction to the man in your life, but is because you will be clobbered and touched and your personal space will cease to exist ALL day and you will merely want to be left alone.

17. It will be a long time before you sleep uninterrupted again.

18. PROJECTILE VOMITING IS NOT THE SAME THING AS SPITTING UP. When you pack a change of clothes for the baby, pack one for you too. Trust me.

19. You will receive more unsolicited advice than you've ever dreamed of. Some of it will be useful. Most of it will be from people who don't even have kids or from strangers. Just smile, say thank you, and ignore them. They mean well, and there isn't much you can do about it.

20. Kids don't have a filter. You will be embarrassed publicly, regularly. Laugh it off and be careful what you say and let them watch. Otherwise, you'll be in situations like this:
  { A large woman is on an aisle in Walmart, your daughter who has 1 volume -LOUD- says to you "Mommy, is she fat?"}

 {In line at Home Depot your darling daughter says to the black woman in front of you "Why is your skin brown and mine is fawn?"}

FAWN, REALLY? Where the freak did that come from? That just makes us look like racists... and we're not.

You are now equipped with the important stuff. Go make babies... or have fun trying! I'll post more as I think of them.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Holy Moly!

On days like today, I need a good laugh. That's when I go back and watch this. I LOVE my sweet, hilarious girl. Eat your heart out :)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


Can you guess which munchkin is which? In an attempt to make it equal I've made them black and white so you can't see clothing colors. Winner gets to babysit for a day!!!! How exciting is that! Well, for me anyway :) Just kidding about the babysitting.... that would be more of a deterrent.




Okay, so it's not as close a match as I thought it would be. But, go ahead and humor me and guess anyway.

When we eventually, a really long time from now start thinking about #4, can ya' guess what he or she will look like? It's going to be a big shocker... SIKE!

{Do you remember in the 90's when "SIKE!" was so cool!, Ahh, the 90's.}

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Towel Tute... hee hee

Ok. SO. You're going to laugh at me when I tell you how simple it is to make these. Try to contain yourself.

First, your going to need these things:

-seam ripper
-coordinating thread/bobbin {I do my bobbin thread to match the towel and the thread what matches the fabric}
-towel/washcloth/ t-shirt/ onesie or whatever you want
-fabric... it doesn't take much, at all
-heat n' bond... which works alright, but I prefer Pellon brand
-a pencil
-fabric scissors & paper scissors {if you have a tiny pair of scissors those will be helpful also}
-a computer and printer

{P.S. That is pronounced SKISSORS. Say it right.}

If I have forgotten anything, I'm sure it will be mentioned below.

First again, get on la computadora {that's computer} and open up the word processor.

Create a text box and make it bigger. Pick a font- blocky-straight fonts work best {ie: Impact, Arial Black, American Typewriter- if your daring, etc.}

 Make the font bold and type your first letter in there. Then go to font format and hit outline and jack up the font size to oooh, like 375ish.

Yes, you heard me. Do it!
You can make it bigger or smaller based on your needs. Keep in mind, the bigger it is the easier it is to sew it {aaannnnddd I am going to leave out the perverted joke that came to my head}.

Then you want to make it a mirror image. So you click on the text box and select "flip horizontally".

Once you have the format down and where you want it- copy and past the text box and just change the following letters for the rest of the name. It will also make your life a lot easier if you make sure the the text boxes DO NOT create a wrap and are floating... not inline.

Then print it. Like, so.

Here comes the tedium. Are you ready?

Then you bust out your pencil and your Heat 'N Bond. Put the Heat N Bond PAPER SIDE UP and Trace the letters out {preferably in a straight line}. Then cut the name out {fairly close to the letters so you don't waste fabric with empty transfer paper}. 

Get your cute fabric out and iron it to get the creases and wrinkles out. 

Then put it right side down. With your transfer paper, your going to put the paper side up, again. Iron the name onto the WRONG SIDE of the fabric. {I do about 10 seconds per letter and then go back over it}.

Then, when it's cool enough to not burn your fingers like an amateur, take your fabric SKISSORS and cut the letters out {keep the paper on them}. 

The little scissors come in handy for the small parts inside the letters. 

Once they are all cut out, Peel the paper off and arrange them on your towel, or wash cloth, or whatever. 

Then iron it on after you have them where you want them. 

{I'm sorry this is fuzzy, I finally figured out how to get the stupid autofocus to focus on what I want it to.... TURN IT OFF and use MANUAL FOCUS... big shocker, I know.}

Then turn on your handy dandy sewing machine.


 I use a zig zag to keep the edges from fraying and because it's a little more forgiving. You can do whatever stitch you want. I increase the length and width based upon my needs. 
and VOILA! 

You're done. 

Done, done, done.