Another side of me is that I am crunchy, I am trying to go all natural with every part of life, food, cleaning, baby care, pregnancy, and so on. Some ways that I am trying to go crunchy are using only cloth diapers with Wilbur now. I first started because of the cost aspect, but after reading about the chemicals in diapers, I now have a really good reason to use only cloth diapers.
I had a drug free birth, and Wilbur has had no vaccines, and he won't, neither will Ken or I, or any of our future children. I am nursing Wilbur, and he doesn't have a pacifier, and only occasional bottles. None of our future children will have a pacifier, and only glass bottles when they have a bottle. I am going to nurse Wilbur as long as he wants to, and I make all his food, we do mostly Baby Led Weaning.
I make all my own cleaning supplies, out of basic ingredients, vinegar, citrus peels, and water. I like being able to have Wilbur in my arms, or in the baby carrier while I clean, and also being able to have his help as he gets older. I also make my own laundry detergent, and I am trying to find a recipe for dish soap.
I am starting to use herbs for healing, and as daily supplements instead of store bought vitamins. I am looking forward to the spring when I can forage for a few herbs outside, and also grow some. I am striving to go all real food, it is one step at a time, but we are slowly getting there.
I am also planning on switching over shampoo, soap, and other beauty accessories over to all natural substitutes.
Some steps I am working on right now are getting rid of all plastics that we put any food product in, and also all of Wilbur's toys that are plastic. I am also looking to stop buying all processed foods, and have fresh veggies and fruits more. I am also trying to get rid of all OTC drugs, and find a Naturopath for us to all go to for a Dr, and if I can't find one, we will continue to not go to the Dr.
If you have any questions, or want any of my cleaning recipes or if you have any tips, let me know!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
School with Wilbur
Yes, I do school with Wilbur, everyday pretty much. We call it Circle Time and he loves it, and I do too. Ever since he was born, we have been reading from the Bible to him, and now we do it three times a day.
Before his morning nap we read a chapter from the Old Testament. Before his afternoon nap we read the Psalms and Proverbs of the day. Before Ken gets home we read a chapter from the New Testament.
During Circle Time we read 2 books, say a nursery rhyme, play a game, listen to music, count to 10 and back again, and read a couple Bible verses that I am memorizing. As he gets older, we will add more to it.
We also do some sensory games too, his favorite is finger painting with yogurt, it makes a huge mess, but it is so fun watching him play with it. I am always on the lookout for more fun games to do with him, so if any of you have an idea, let me know!
Before his morning nap we read a chapter from the Old Testament. Before his afternoon nap we read the Psalms and Proverbs of the day. Before Ken gets home we read a chapter from the New Testament.
During Circle Time we read 2 books, say a nursery rhyme, play a game, listen to music, count to 10 and back again, and read a couple Bible verses that I am memorizing. As he gets older, we will add more to it.
We also do some sensory games too, his favorite is finger painting with yogurt, it makes a huge mess, but it is so fun watching him play with it. I am always on the lookout for more fun games to do with him, so if any of you have an idea, let me know!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
My Parenting Style
I am going to write today about my parenting style, so you can have a feel for who I am. I lean more towards Attachment Parenting, I do most of the 'attachment' thing. When I was pregnant, that is how I wanted it, but when Wilbur was born, I started listening to all those who said he needed to be on a schedule, he needed to be in his own bed, he needs to learn that he can't 'control' you with his crying.
I was miserable during those first few weeks, and I think some of it was because I was going against my instincts, I was going against how I felt as a mother, and it wasn't working for anyone. I finally started feeding him whenever he was hungry, I started letting him sleep in bed with me, I started doing everything that I felt was right. As soon as I started that, we both got happier, everything started falling right into place.
We are now very happy, he still sleeps in bed with us, even though many have said he needs to learn to sleep in his own bed. He will sleep on his own when he is ready, he won't sleep in bed with us until his wedding. I still rock him or nurse him to sleep for every nap and every time he might wake up at night. I wear him in my carrier occasionally, he isn't a huge fan of it, he wants to move around on his own, but when I need it, I use it. As soon as he starts crying, I pick him up, or take him back from whoever is holding him.
I love how I parent, but that doesn't mean I don't like someone else who parents differently, but I don't like people who parent differently who make it sound like I am going to ruin my child by parenting the way I do. Everyone does what works best for them, and that will probably be different than what I do for my child.
I was miserable during those first few weeks, and I think some of it was because I was going against my instincts, I was going against how I felt as a mother, and it wasn't working for anyone. I finally started feeding him whenever he was hungry, I started letting him sleep in bed with me, I started doing everything that I felt was right. As soon as I started that, we both got happier, everything started falling right into place.
We are now very happy, he still sleeps in bed with us, even though many have said he needs to learn to sleep in his own bed. He will sleep on his own when he is ready, he won't sleep in bed with us until his wedding. I still rock him or nurse him to sleep for every nap and every time he might wake up at night. I wear him in my carrier occasionally, he isn't a huge fan of it, he wants to move around on his own, but when I need it, I use it. As soon as he starts crying, I pick him up, or take him back from whoever is holding him.
I love how I parent, but that doesn't mean I don't like someone else who parents differently, but I don't like people who parent differently who make it sound like I am going to ruin my child by parenting the way I do. Everyone does what works best for them, and that will probably be different than what I do for my child.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Wilbur's Birth Story
Just so you are warned, this is going to be long!
On April 13th, I had a Dr's appointment, and they informed me that Wilbur could come at anytime. Mind you, I wasn't due until June 1st, a little under 2 months away. They didn't give me a reason behind saying that, but I was excited. I instantly went home and packed my hospital bags, convinced that Wilbur would be born soon.
He wasn't, I still had 5 weeks to wait, which seemed to drag by. I was having Braxton Hicks numerous times a day, I could barely sleep, and I was so excited to meet my little man. I had had a couple times when I thought I was in labor, but it was just the BH, added with the Dr telling me he could come anytime.
On May 18th, I started having contractions that were more the BH's, but after my few false alarms, I didn't want to go to the hospital quite yet. Ken called in to work because he was convinced, this was it. Around 8 that night, when they hadn't gone away yet, we went to the hospital. They hooked me up to all those fun monitors, and said yes, I was having contractions, and yes, they were only 5 minutes apart and yes, I was dilated a bit more than I was at my appointment, (I was 4cm), but you are only 38 weeks, so there is nothing we can do to speed things up, if you were 39 weeks or 5cm, we could speed this up.
I walked around for about an hour, and only made it to a 4.5, so I was sent home. Ken, my family, and I were convinced that we would be back at the hospital later that night. We went home, and went to bed, and woke up at home the next morning. I had contractions every 5 or so minutes all day Saturday and Sunday. Everyone that I had, I kept wondering if it would be the start of real labor.
Sunday we went to church, out to lunch, shopping, and back to church. When we got home that night, we had pizza with some friends. Before we went to bed, Ken and I watched a movie, and I went to bed. Before I went to bed I toyed with the idea of taking the sleeping pill they had given me at the hospital Friday night. I had Ken look up to see if it was truly safe to take while pregnant, and it wasn't, so I just fell asleep.
Monday morning at 2, I woke up to a contraction that was different, and more painful than the ones I had had previously. I tried to catch some sleep, and I dozed off and on until 3:30, when I got up to go to the bathroom. I decided to take a bath to see if that helped at all. While in the tub, I read through my Above Rubies magazines.
After I got out of the tub, I tried to lay down and sleep again, and it didn't work, so I got up to take a shower. I tried to wake up Ken to tell him, but he was really tired, so I let him keep sleeping. After my shower I laid down on the couch, and finally Ken woke up to check on me. He got another tub ready for me, while asking if I wanted to call the on call doctor and go to the hospital. I told him I wanted to wait until 8 when the doctors office opened so I could go in to the office instead of the hospital.
At 8, I called the doctors, and they said to come on in. We left at about 9, and made it to the doctors at 9:30, where I went through the normal routine. When I was checked, I was 7 cm, and I remember looking at Ken and telling him, I got this. I knew I could go through with my drug-free birth plan. We went right over to the hospital, where Ken dropped me off at the door.
We got up to Labor and Delivery, and got the monitors on and all hooked up. The nurse checked me and I was 7.5 cm. I was told it was a midwife who would be the doctor on call that day, and that was exciting to me, I knew out of all the doctors on call, a midwife would be most open to my birth plan.
The nurse came in a gave me a hep lock, just in case I needed an IV for any reason. She had to try twice, because the first time I had a contraction, and I tensed up a bit, so she missed. Around this time, the midwife came in to check me, and I was 8cm. She said she would in around noon, and possibly break my water, depending on Wilbur's heart rate.
During the hour of waiting until noon, I slept off and on in between my contractions, which stayed 5 minutes apart throughout my whole labor, for which I am beyond thankful. Right before the midwife came in, my water broke, which again, I am thankful it broke on its on. When the midwife came in, I knew I was ready to start pushing, and after only 30 minutes of pushing (which I have heard is quite short for a first time mom) Wilbur was born, fussing only a little bit. He was born at 12:33, only 2 hours after arriving at the hospital.
They put him right up on my chest, and as soon as I started talking to him, he calmed right down, and just snuggled right up. He started nursing about 30 minutes after he was born, and was an instant champ. I am so grateful for such a short labor, and for him taking to nursing right away. I am also grateful that I was able to have such an easy birth, that followed my whole birth plan.
On April 13th, I had a Dr's appointment, and they informed me that Wilbur could come at anytime. Mind you, I wasn't due until June 1st, a little under 2 months away. They didn't give me a reason behind saying that, but I was excited. I instantly went home and packed my hospital bags, convinced that Wilbur would be born soon.
He wasn't, I still had 5 weeks to wait, which seemed to drag by. I was having Braxton Hicks numerous times a day, I could barely sleep, and I was so excited to meet my little man. I had had a couple times when I thought I was in labor, but it was just the BH, added with the Dr telling me he could come anytime.
On May 18th, I started having contractions that were more the BH's, but after my few false alarms, I didn't want to go to the hospital quite yet. Ken called in to work because he was convinced, this was it. Around 8 that night, when they hadn't gone away yet, we went to the hospital. They hooked me up to all those fun monitors, and said yes, I was having contractions, and yes, they were only 5 minutes apart and yes, I was dilated a bit more than I was at my appointment, (I was 4cm), but you are only 38 weeks, so there is nothing we can do to speed things up, if you were 39 weeks or 5cm, we could speed this up.
I walked around for about an hour, and only made it to a 4.5, so I was sent home. Ken, my family, and I were convinced that we would be back at the hospital later that night. We went home, and went to bed, and woke up at home the next morning. I had contractions every 5 or so minutes all day Saturday and Sunday. Everyone that I had, I kept wondering if it would be the start of real labor.
Sunday we went to church, out to lunch, shopping, and back to church. When we got home that night, we had pizza with some friends. Before we went to bed, Ken and I watched a movie, and I went to bed. Before I went to bed I toyed with the idea of taking the sleeping pill they had given me at the hospital Friday night. I had Ken look up to see if it was truly safe to take while pregnant, and it wasn't, so I just fell asleep.
Monday morning at 2, I woke up to a contraction that was different, and more painful than the ones I had had previously. I tried to catch some sleep, and I dozed off and on until 3:30, when I got up to go to the bathroom. I decided to take a bath to see if that helped at all. While in the tub, I read through my Above Rubies magazines.
After I got out of the tub, I tried to lay down and sleep again, and it didn't work, so I got up to take a shower. I tried to wake up Ken to tell him, but he was really tired, so I let him keep sleeping. After my shower I laid down on the couch, and finally Ken woke up to check on me. He got another tub ready for me, while asking if I wanted to call the on call doctor and go to the hospital. I told him I wanted to wait until 8 when the doctors office opened so I could go in to the office instead of the hospital.
At 8, I called the doctors, and they said to come on in. We left at about 9, and made it to the doctors at 9:30, where I went through the normal routine. When I was checked, I was 7 cm, and I remember looking at Ken and telling him, I got this. I knew I could go through with my drug-free birth plan. We went right over to the hospital, where Ken dropped me off at the door.
We got up to Labor and Delivery, and got the monitors on and all hooked up. The nurse checked me and I was 7.5 cm. I was told it was a midwife who would be the doctor on call that day, and that was exciting to me, I knew out of all the doctors on call, a midwife would be most open to my birth plan.
The nurse came in a gave me a hep lock, just in case I needed an IV for any reason. She had to try twice, because the first time I had a contraction, and I tensed up a bit, so she missed. Around this time, the midwife came in to check me, and I was 8cm. She said she would in around noon, and possibly break my water, depending on Wilbur's heart rate.
During the hour of waiting until noon, I slept off and on in between my contractions, which stayed 5 minutes apart throughout my whole labor, for which I am beyond thankful. Right before the midwife came in, my water broke, which again, I am thankful it broke on its on. When the midwife came in, I knew I was ready to start pushing, and after only 30 minutes of pushing (which I have heard is quite short for a first time mom) Wilbur was born, fussing only a little bit. He was born at 12:33, only 2 hours after arriving at the hospital.
They put him right up on my chest, and as soon as I started talking to him, he calmed right down, and just snuggled right up. He started nursing about 30 minutes after he was born, and was an instant champ. I am so grateful for such a short labor, and for him taking to nursing right away. I am also grateful that I was able to have such an easy birth, that followed my whole birth plan.
Monday, December 31, 2012
I'm back!
I am back! If anyone has missed me, that is. :) One of my goals and plans for the new year is to do more with my blog. I have some ideas of topics I want to cover, and things I want to share. I want to do posts on natural living, attachment parenting, being a Christian wife and mother, homekeeping tips and tricks, along with other topics.
Last time I posted, I was pregnant, and now little man is 7 months old. He is growing up so fast, and is learning so much everyday. Mommy is his favorite person, with Daddy as a very close second now. I am planning on sharing his birth story soon, because everyone loves a good birth story.
I am so excited to see what this year has in store for me, and I am planning on documenting it all for you to see. Lets see if I can stick to my blogging this year. :)
I am so excited to see what this year has in store for me, and I am planning on documenting it all for you to see. Lets see if I can stick to my blogging this year. :)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
What do I love more than him?
Today as my darling mechanic was tinkering on his dirt bike, I was feeling replaced. Imagine me sitting on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at him, and thinking, "He just doesn't love me, he loves that stupid dirt bike more than me. First it's the truck, now it's the dirt bike, what will it be tomorrow?" Pout, pout, pout.
Then, as I was sitting there, pouting, I started thinking about what do I love more than him? Does he ever feel the way I was feeling? When he is sitting next to me on the couch, and I am playing games on my computer, is he thinking, "She just doesn't love me, she loves that stupid game more than me."? When he asks if we can snuggle, or talk, or just spend time together, and I say, "I can't, I have the dishes to do, the floor to sweep, the laundry to fold, and supper to cook.", does he think, "She just doesn't love me, she loves cleaning this stupid house more than she loves me."?
I know he doesn't really love the dirt bike more than he loves me, so I need to work on my petty jealousy, but I also need to work on putting him before computer games, and before the housework. I can play games when he is at work, I can clean the house when he is at work, but when he is home, I need to put him first, and spend time with him. That is my twofold challenge for myself this week, stop petty jealousies, but also, put my darling mechanic first, and love him before anything else, except for God, of course. :)
Then, as I was sitting there, pouting, I started thinking about what do I love more than him? Does he ever feel the way I was feeling? When he is sitting next to me on the couch, and I am playing games on my computer, is he thinking, "She just doesn't love me, she loves that stupid game more than me."? When he asks if we can snuggle, or talk, or just spend time together, and I say, "I can't, I have the dishes to do, the floor to sweep, the laundry to fold, and supper to cook.", does he think, "She just doesn't love me, she loves cleaning this stupid house more than she loves me."?
I know he doesn't really love the dirt bike more than he loves me, so I need to work on my petty jealousy, but I also need to work on putting him before computer games, and before the housework. I can play games when he is at work, I can clean the house when he is at work, but when he is home, I need to put him first, and spend time with him. That is my twofold challenge for myself this week, stop petty jealousies, but also, put my darling mechanic first, and love him before anything else, except for God, of course. :)
Friday, March 9, 2012
Happy and at Peace
For about a month now, I have been following my daily tasks list, pretty much a daily schedule, but without having specific times set, a list of things I should accomplish morning, afternoon, and night. I know that for me, a schedule, and having specific times set, make me feel like a failure if I don't get everything done by a certain time. I do have goals in mind for getting up, for meals, and for going to bed, and for the most part, I do make those goals, but the rest of my day is pretty flexible.
I have found, though, that having my daily tasks written down and getting them done, along with finally having a menu written out, makes me so much happier and at peace. I enjoy being at home now, and I am not asking my darling mechanic almost every night if, "we can just go out so I don't have to look at this messy house anymore!" I am not stressed out all the time cause the house is a mess, and if you want to stop by for a visit, I won't be ashamed of my house, I will welcome you in with a smile.
Does this mean my house is always perfectly clean? Um, no. As much as I wish it was always perfectly clean, there are people living here, and that means that there will be messes, and the house will look lived in. And you know what? That is perfectly okay! For the most part, it is clean and tidy, and there is normally a candle lit, but what makes it home is that we are here.
Are there parts I want to change about our house? Yes there are, but I am learning to let go of my perfectionist side, and just be happy with the corner that is piled with my darling mechanic's tools, and such. If I don't get the bed perfectly made, that is okay. (And I am also learning that I need to let my mechanic make the bed because he makes it look much better than I do!)
At the end of the day though, I am happy when I go to bed, because I know I will wake up to a happy house, my amazing mechanic, little munchkin man kicking like crazy, and an idea of how my day will go. So, I can say that I am a happy and an at peace girl. :)
I have found, though, that having my daily tasks written down and getting them done, along with finally having a menu written out, makes me so much happier and at peace. I enjoy being at home now, and I am not asking my darling mechanic almost every night if, "we can just go out so I don't have to look at this messy house anymore!" I am not stressed out all the time cause the house is a mess, and if you want to stop by for a visit, I won't be ashamed of my house, I will welcome you in with a smile.
Does this mean my house is always perfectly clean? Um, no. As much as I wish it was always perfectly clean, there are people living here, and that means that there will be messes, and the house will look lived in. And you know what? That is perfectly okay! For the most part, it is clean and tidy, and there is normally a candle lit, but what makes it home is that we are here.
Are there parts I want to change about our house? Yes there are, but I am learning to let go of my perfectionist side, and just be happy with the corner that is piled with my darling mechanic's tools, and such. If I don't get the bed perfectly made, that is okay. (And I am also learning that I need to let my mechanic make the bed because he makes it look much better than I do!)
At the end of the day though, I am happy when I go to bed, because I know I will wake up to a happy house, my amazing mechanic, little munchkin man kicking like crazy, and an idea of how my day will go. So, I can say that I am a happy and an at peace girl. :)
Friday, January 20, 2012
Random Ramblings
I'm getting to bed an hour early tonight, yay! I just hope that I will be able to actually fall asleep early tonight. Does going to bed early mean that I got everything done today that I wanted to? Uh, no. I have not started yet on my organize cupboards, closets, and drawers. I have only made one curtain for our bedroom, I have only cut out half of the squares for Wilbur's quilt. But it's okay, going to bed early is more important to me tonight.
Speaking of my whole organizing of my cupboards, drawers, and closets, I'm thinking of doing one room a day next week and see how far that gets me. It would definitely make me happy to have them prettier.
I'm also planning on getting our master bedroom cute and adorable. I have picture frames and cute signs to hang up, I just need to decide where I want them. I have decided what pictures will be going in the frames, pictures will be coming I promise. I'll also have pictures of the curtains and of Wilbur's black and white quilt for his bassinet.
Those are all the random ramblings I have for tonight, and now it's off to bed for me, and hopefully sleep coming soon.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
We are Truck People
I love living in a small country town, where it seems almost everyone drives a truck, where I drive a truck, wearing my cute skirt and shirt, listening to some country music. Have you ever noticed that country music sounds better in a truck? Well, it does!
There are so many songs as a tribute to trucks, with lyrics such as ‘there’s somethin bout a truck’, there’s somethin women love about a pickup man’, and many others. Country people love their trucks, and I’m proud to say that now I’m one of them. :)
Here is my mechanic's favorite song, and probably favorite video devoted to trucks. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6imb2FM56E
There are so many songs as a tribute to trucks, with lyrics such as ‘there’s somethin bout a truck’, there’s somethin women love about a pickup man’, and many others. Country people love their trucks, and I’m proud to say that now I’m one of them. :)
Here is my mechanic's favorite song, and probably favorite video devoted to trucks. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6imb2FM56E
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