Let's do this

Today I did something I knew I would eventually do but wish I didn't. I read a story about this last month and it made me sick to my stomach! This is how babies die. 

Ok now you're dying to know what happened right?

And so it began, I'm a little scattered as I rushed out the door with baby, over night bag, and dinner disbursed evenly to keep balance as I scoot toddler out and down the stairs to the car. We're all in and on time with no tears, so far so good!  I'm on my way to my in laws house where I will be staying for 2 weeks and looking after our disabled cousin.

I pull up to the drive way, put the car in park, turn, look at the load I'm about to transfer into the house and make a split second game plan of what to pick up first. I turn off the car throw my keys in my bag in the drivers seat, open the door stand up, hit the unlock button so I can get the kids out and close the door. (I almost wanted to say the door fell shut to make myself feel better because it does that all the time, but it didn't, I closed it. I go to open back door...LOCKED

Both my babies are locked in my car in Hawaii in one of the hottest hours of the day with all the windows up. No spare key exists nor AAA. Thank goodness I was at the house and had access to a phone because mine is in the car of course. I call my husband. Straight up, no hello, just "DES I LOCKED THE KIDS IN THE CAR I NEED YOUR HELP." Click.

Yeah it feels like that ^^ (thanks kate for the clip haha!)

So what am I doing in the mean time?? Watching in horror as my almost 4 month old (who sweats like a beast as it is) screaming and making it worse! The toddler is still a little clueless and okay. Her cousins came out and are talking to her through the window. If I walked away she'd get mad and cry because she thought I was leaving her. Well we got her to try and unlock the door from her carseat but she her fingers weren't strong enough. Here I am yelling to her "I'll give you a pop if you open the door!!!" (Otter pops are my most powerful bargaining chip this week)  And of course the one time its ok for her to try and climb out her car seat, she wont even try. I now decide its a good time to start praying. One cousin (age 5) got his crow bar and offered to pry the door open and said he thought it would work. I declined the offer and said lets wait and see what Dez could come up with.

As I'm calling Des to see where he is and if I should call the fire department, after the first ring I see this big black SUV swing the corner (towing a trailer of picnic tables) and barrel straight toward us. They stop and jump out Dez, one of his boys and his boy's dad, all charge the car with some straight up theft tools and get down to business.

Apparently the conversation after I called des to tell him what happened was along the lines of
Des- "my wife locked the kids in the car!"
Uncle- "Get the F*** in the car! Lets do this!"(I'm glad they're on our team)

And this they did. After prying open the door with a wedge they stuck a bent rod through the crack and fished until they hit the unlock button. Mid operation a lot of faith in my husbands parenting was restored when I heard him say "forget the car! Break em if we haft to!" Because this car, our murdered out Chrysler 300 is one of his cherished children.

As soon as I heard that lock free we flew the doors open and grabbed the kids. Both were totally fine besides a little sweaty and confused.

I'd been paranoid about when this would happen. I probably increased my chances of it happening simply by the law of attraction. haha but our unlock button is not the most reliable and takes a few pushes before it actually does its job. I rushed and look where it got me. I'm so glad everything was okay. My babies are safe and the car not damaged, Dez didn't give me a rough time about it and I now have two spare keys for when this DOESN'T happen in the future.

Then we went inside and made sock puppets. The end

Tech Siesta

As follow up from my post about disconnecting, I hereby declare a daily tech siesta from 3pm-4pm. One hour unplugged. Yes I'm taking all the electronics (his, hers and minis) and locking them in our gun case for the hour.

According to wikipedia, "The original concept of a siesta seems to have been merely that of a midday break intended to allow people to spend time with their friends and family"

Let you know how it goes.

Thank you

What Not to Wear (baby edition)

I just want to start this out with thanking any and everyone who has ever given my kids clothes. We truly appreciate them and I hope this post doesn't imply otherwise. That being said, this post is about baby clothes and how much I hate them. And this is all my own OPINION in which you are entitled to agree or disagree (beauty of a blog right?)

Babies are humans and deserve to be dressed like a human(if we must dress them at all). It hurts me to see what these helpless beings are paraded around in. Here's my main issues

• Wording.  They're clothes don't need to explain their life. unnecessary and dumb. 
• Characters. leave them for the TV, my child is not a walking advertisement, rarely I find a cute animal or classic character I'm okay with
• Prints. Too abstract. Usually a hit or miss. I like the classic stripes, polkadots and just plain! 
• Bells and Whistles. Bows, Ruffles, Darts, Lace, Rhinestones, Pockets. Headbands. Enuff already!
• Expensive. Seriously why do baby clothes cost the same if not more than adult clothes, its 1/4 the material?? Scam

Pjs are the exception, there is some flexibility there.  Everyone young and old has some sort of ridiculous looking article of clothing that they have and sleep in, and that's your business) 

What I'm getting at is babies are cute in the bare minimal because that is their means of survival.  

I'm sure I'm not alone and it's pretty natural that I want my kids style to reflect my own...  I have to look at them all day gosh darnit. Haha jk. No but forreal though. When I do go shopping, is this this too much to ask? I want  

• Simplicity
• Affordability 
• Comfort
• Ease
• Functionality  

example: Jeggings I think were the best thing to happen to baby clothes in a LONG time.  And what makes a plain V neck onesie so darn hard to find other than at a high end expensive store online??

I'm pretty fortunate to live in a climate that does not require full clothing if any at all for a majority of the year, but I know other mothers and fathers feel my pain.


I hope this post does not ever deter or discourage anyone who is ever inclined to give us baby clothes because I am indeed so grateful for it all! I am also grateful to be able to protect and clothe my kids so please don't take this the wrong way.  And I'm not by any means judging you or your kids for what they wear. This is not meant to be snobbish. I'd love to hear others opinions on why they chose what they do for thier kids wear and if they care! I do find fashion an interesting lens to view life in general, hence the reasoning behind this post in the first place. 

I don't like to think of myself as very materialistic but if society is going to require us to clothe ourselves and children, I believe we should be able to at least make it enjoyable!

Now don't go scrutinize every pic I post of my kids to see what they're wearing!

Flashback Friday?

So originally I was going to tell flashback stories every once in a while here... but then as I started rehashing the interesting ones, I realized that maybe I don't want those to be public record for my kids to unearth once they figure out how to use google... which might be sooner than we think. SO in the interest of keeping my respect and parenting authority I will refrain from story telling until I think of an appropriate noteworthy flashback. By then I may forget it all anyways, which might not be a terrible thing in some cases.  

...this might be a while.

Yaddida smell me

Never knew how much I used my nose until last week when almost everyone including myself caught this cold. Here are a few observations:

Checking diapers requires way more effort with a broken sniffer! 

Laundry doubles because I can't tell what's clean or not, so into the basket it goes! 

Possibly consumed expired milk 

& food just doesn't have taste which sucks the fun out of eating all together.

Bottom line, although it's come across some foul foul odors in its time, I need and love my nose! 

Yakity yak

Talk back! I talk so much more to baby 2 than I did with baby 1. first time around I felt so awkward talking to my baby and flat out didn't know what to say. I tried because I heard it was good for them but  just struggled ever being comfortable with it. Now I talk to her like a normal person no problem(she's almost two but been communicating verbally for a while now) But now that I have baby boy Ive been talking to him non stop. I have no shame in my baby talk with him. He lights up and smile and giggles and it's worth every goo ga that comes out my mouth. 

Hours of Operation

Naptime & after their bedtime but before mine. Mornings? Yah right

Real TAlk TV

The reason I love shows like Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy and even reality tv like The Bachelor, is because they keep me from gossiping about real people. I'd even go as far as to say I'm a better person when I have shows I keep up with. TMZ and Inside Edition type shows fall in the category as well because celebrities are fair game to talk about with other people and not be petty just because they're famous. Otherwise thy wouldn't be celebs if no one talked about them right? 

I'd say gossiping is one of weaknesses. I always want to know who's doing what where when why and how. Just to know. And it's terrible. It's consuming and potentially destructive. That is why I'm better off talking about fake people and fake stories because then there is no possibility of anyone getting hurt. 

My phone makes me a sucky mom

It's true. My kids, yes both of them, are totally aware when I'm splitting my attention between them and my phone. I have so much information at my fingertips to aid my parenting by answering my questions, diagnosing illnesses, connecting with other moms and giving me great ideas of fun things I do and make, yet I AM A BETTER MOM WITHOUT ALL THAT. 

One reason I bring my phone everywhere is to take pictures. Family history right? Well my pictures go to Instagram which I use for documentation/scrapbooking, and then after I post I can't help but keep checking to see who saw and comments on it! And it doesn't help that I link my Instagram to fb, that's double the likes and comments I like checking. Because its fun to see who sees how awesome your kids are and how happy you are. Ha! you feel me? But it's also a big distraction and doesn't really matter in the end! 

I'd like I implement tech ciestas in our household. Everything off at least once a day. 

Kids know, and they act accordingly. 

We wonder why when kids have all the toys in the room, they drop everything and go straight for our cells phones... Well because WE LOVe oUr TOys! They see it glued to our hands and face and pick up its value to us. Monkey see monkey do! 

I told myself I wanted to disconnect. And I feel hypocritical as I sit here and blog (at least I waited till both babies were sleeping) but I feel like my mind can rest easier if I let it play out here. I love technology, but everything has a time and place. 

So here's to recommitting to reconnecting with the present. Being with those physically with you, sharing air and space. Being present. Not looking back because you're not going that way. (That's a whole other post for another nap time) and paying something we can all afford...ATTENTION! 

Oo oos

 Can I just say breast feeding makes me feel superhuman. The woman's body is amazing and I wish our society would grow up and let the children eat in public!! It's about as natural as food sources get.  This post amuses me about 58 uses of breast milk

And I don't see why people are grossed out about consuming or using it as an adult and yet don't think drinking animal  hormones from a cows boob is weird. Ya'll got it twisted. 

Oo oos ( Roxi's attempt to pronounce "suesues") 

Ah Sugar

 If you live in a place like hawaii you know the value of hair removal. Found this recipe on Pinterest and was crazy enough to try it. 

Sugaring 

2cups white sugar

1/4 cup lemon juice

1/4 cup water

Combine all ingredients and bring to a SLOW boil. Simmer till a brown sugary color (aprox 20 min) DON'T rush it or it won't set right and either harden too quickly or just stick to your skin. 

(I usually half the recipe, but after its cooked you can store what you don't use and save it for next time)

How to do the dang thang

After its cooled, should be a putty/paste consistency. Clean area you want to remove hair from, and dry completely. Use a little baby powder if you want.  Apply sugar AGAiNST hair growth, rub a few times to make sure it grabs the hair and then rip WITH the direction of hair growth. (Waxing is the opposite) then roll up and reapply till hair is bye bye! 

Here's one of a few videos I watched to learn the technique http://youtu.be/6PUcoTG_Mqw

Bottom line:

-Hella cheap (I've saved hundreds already I kid you not)

-Easy to clean up (esp if you get it stuck, which I've done before) just use soap and water. 

-Smooth results  (last up to two weeks)

I'm so confident and stoked off this I will share with you that I successfully did my own bikini wax okayyyy. What other convincing do you need! 

Flip Flop

So I posted before I had baby boy about how our world was going to be flipped upside down again upon his arrival... that was an UNDERSTATEMENT.  When I describe to people my feelings the past almost 4 months. I can see a Postpartum Depression diagnosis about to be slapped across my forehead. I am not depressed. I feel actually quite the opposite, I feel hopeful and empowered and in love but... I hate people and the world.

I don't want my cellphone (but I do because I want to take pictures of my babies, and well then they end up on instagram of course)
I don't want to check my voicemails
I don't want to read my emails
I don't want to call anyone
I don't want to make plans
I don't want any commitments
I don't want any added responsibilities
I don't want to waste my time and emotion worrying how people feel, or what people think of me
I don't want to apologize for any of these feelings
I don't want to explain or justify my feelings to anyone
I don't want to do anything I don't want to do


I want to create my family, MY WORLD. All I want to do are the things that make me happy. Which lately revolve around my FAMILY. I want to interact with my husband and babes. I want to cut out what really doesn't matter. SIMPLIFY. I want to cut off the world. disconnect. I want to use my time wisely because it goes SO FAST. I will respond to the outside on my own time, when I want. I want to learn. PROGRESS. I want to eat good food. NURTURE those I love.

This may sound selfish or crazy, but I'm CRAZY GOOD. I highly recommend it.