I'm not a "Crunchy" person, but I have my moments. I like my bread made in my own kitchen, and my laundry Detergent too. I am also starting to lean toward the homemade with my families toiletries as well.
Our oldest has developed an allergic reaction to sunscreen, and he can reach every countertop in our home. So, my first two new projects are going to be Homemade sunscreen and the project I did today Remineralizing tooth powder.
I made this for my husband mainly. He gets his dental care through the military so he can go as needed, and he brushes daily. Yet, no matter what he does he still has at least one cavity at his annual check up. Something is not right. Call it "acid erosion", call it weak enamel, something has got to change. So, I went searching.
I found the Remineralizing tooth powder recipe from one of my favorite blogs. And the other research I have done on tooth powder has led me to believe that this might actually help people like my husband, and myself as well, to keep from getting cavities and have healthier teeth and healthier bodies.
The other people I did this for are our babies. Our Big Man is going to be 3 in August, and I think it's time to get rid of the toddler toothpaste. He can reach everything on every counter in our home and I don't want to find him eating a tube of toothpaste and go get his stomach pumped.
Here is the recipe for the tooth powder...and it's safe to eat!
4 Parts Bentonite Clay
1 Part Baking Soda
1/2 part myrrh gum powder
1/2 part ground cloves
1/2 part ground stevia
essential oils of cloves and cinnamon
*substitute Peppermint leaf Powder for the cloves and Peppermint essential oil for the others
So, if we are talking cups.....
1C Bentonite Clay
1/4 C Baking Soda
1/8C myrrh gum powder
1/8C ground cloves
1/8C ground stevia
The people I bought most of the stuff from also told me about Comfry, which can help repair bone. And using xylitol instead of stevia could be beneficial because it has been proven to fight cavities.
I made the Peppermint kind, and added 1/8C or 1/2 part Comfry Powder to the mix. I think it might need slightly more stevia for the kiddos to use it willingly...but I think that is up to you.
Mix all ingredients together in a mason jar and use a spoon or an empty spice container to put it on your toothbrush. Brush as you normally would.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
A love like...this
Sometimes in a moment of prophesy, or fate as some would think, someone realizes "THAT is my match!" Here is a story of a moment like that...
Gene saw her, across the yard getting on the school bus, and he said out loud, "that is the girl I'm gonna marry!". He had been graduated from the school for a year, but he had stopped by to visit some friends. A small town, where everyone knew eachother, and He didn't know her. Thankfully their friends found his infatuation with Pasty rather cute and helped him come up with a way to spend some time with her. The away game for the basketball team!
The scene was set...plans were put into motion...this poor girl didn't know that her future hinged on this one night! Patsy and her friend had gotten back on the bus after the game, and behold, all the seats except two were full, right next to Gene. Her friend said, "why don't you sit next to gene?", and after weeks of her friends and his trying to get them to go on a date she was NOT interested in sitting next to him. Someone who was 'in' on the plan suddenly found an extra seat for Patsy's friend, and now she was stuck next to HIM! Sleep was the only thing she could think of to escape having to play nice with this boy, so she tried to drift off. What? Why was a hand creeping behind her neck? Why was somone pulling her over to lean on a shoulder? She started and looked at him, "you're gonna get a crik in your neck if you sleep like that"....oh, he thought he was smooth and that made Patsy even more frustrated. Who did he think he was?
Person, by Person, the kids got off the bus. Patsy and the driver lived close, so he was going to drop her by her house and she was almost the last one on the bus. "Mwah!"....Oh my goodness, That Gene-boy just KISSED ME! He had stollen a quick kiss on his way off the bus, and then run like he was on fire, and she thought "he better run!" She was furious! This was 1954, fresh boys like that were not who she wanted to be around.
For a solid year she refused any attempt of their mutual friends to get her to date him. If he would kiss her like that without her permission when they weren't dating, what would he do when they were? Finally, she agreed to go only if her friend doubled with her. After several double dates, her friend told her she was on her own. And she continued to date Gene. Obviously things were going well because they got married July 21st, 1956.
Patsy had just graduated highschool and Gene had joined the Navy. Fastforeward 56 years.... Patsy is being handed a flag and a coin by her grandson-in-law, dressed in Air Force Blues. Gene had died of cancer on June 26th. 56 years, Three children, 5 grandchildren, and 4 (and one on the way) great-grandchildren. 23 years of service to the USA as a spouse and officer. What a LIFE!
I want a love story like this! One that proves that love is a gift, pre-ordained by God before time began. One that shows that it can LAST!
This Man and Woman are my grandparents. Papaw was the best man at my wedding, to my own soldier. Grandmaw taught me all her cooking tricks as a child, and it has served me very well in my own family. They were my "step" grandparents, but they were and are, very real to me! I hope to have such a story, and a legacy to share with my own grandchildren...can you imagine a love like...THIS!
Gene saw her, across the yard getting on the school bus, and he said out loud, "that is the girl I'm gonna marry!". He had been graduated from the school for a year, but he had stopped by to visit some friends. A small town, where everyone knew eachother, and He didn't know her. Thankfully their friends found his infatuation with Pasty rather cute and helped him come up with a way to spend some time with her. The away game for the basketball team!
The scene was set...plans were put into motion...this poor girl didn't know that her future hinged on this one night! Patsy and her friend had gotten back on the bus after the game, and behold, all the seats except two were full, right next to Gene. Her friend said, "why don't you sit next to gene?", and after weeks of her friends and his trying to get them to go on a date she was NOT interested in sitting next to him. Someone who was 'in' on the plan suddenly found an extra seat for Patsy's friend, and now she was stuck next to HIM! Sleep was the only thing she could think of to escape having to play nice with this boy, so she tried to drift off. What? Why was a hand creeping behind her neck? Why was somone pulling her over to lean on a shoulder? She started and looked at him, "you're gonna get a crik in your neck if you sleep like that"....oh, he thought he was smooth and that made Patsy even more frustrated. Who did he think he was?
Person, by Person, the kids got off the bus. Patsy and the driver lived close, so he was going to drop her by her house and she was almost the last one on the bus. "Mwah!"....Oh my goodness, That Gene-boy just KISSED ME! He had stollen a quick kiss on his way off the bus, and then run like he was on fire, and she thought "he better run!" She was furious! This was 1954, fresh boys like that were not who she wanted to be around.
For a solid year she refused any attempt of their mutual friends to get her to date him. If he would kiss her like that without her permission when they weren't dating, what would he do when they were? Finally, she agreed to go only if her friend doubled with her. After several double dates, her friend told her she was on her own. And she continued to date Gene. Obviously things were going well because they got married July 21st, 1956.
Patsy had just graduated highschool and Gene had joined the Navy. Fastforeward 56 years.... Patsy is being handed a flag and a coin by her grandson-in-law, dressed in Air Force Blues. Gene had died of cancer on June 26th. 56 years, Three children, 5 grandchildren, and 4 (and one on the way) great-grandchildren. 23 years of service to the USA as a spouse and officer. What a LIFE!
I want a love story like this! One that proves that love is a gift, pre-ordained by God before time began. One that shows that it can LAST!
This Man and Woman are my grandparents. Papaw was the best man at my wedding, to my own soldier. Grandmaw taught me all her cooking tricks as a child, and it has served me very well in my own family. They were my "step" grandparents, but they were and are, very real to me! I hope to have such a story, and a legacy to share with my own grandchildren...can you imagine a love like...THIS!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Not so busy moments...
I am now a "business" owner. I make and sell crocheted items, mainly photography props. This is on top of my full time job as a mommy to three and a class I am taking for dog grooming....yes, I am busy! But, my business venture plays a good role for me right now...it is for my slow moments. Watching "Cars" for the millionth time with My oldest son, I can usually knock out a hat or a simple diaper cover...when I get all the babies to nap at the same time, same thing...when everyone goes to bed for the night, a couple hours of school time, and a little more crochet. My days and nights are more full, but I am a happier person. I love to create, and I would like to contribute to my family...with this I can do both. Starting is taking time, but I have a photographer friend who is helping me, by using what I make for her pictures and then I get photo shoots and publicity at the same time for my family....and you all have seen my posts about my picture addiction :-) I'm working my way through my days, and I am a calmer and happier ME!
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Capable...More or less?
As we sat down to eat today it dawned on me that my husband never eats with one of our children on his lap. I know, strange train of thought and really nothing to be worried about. But, this led me to my next thought....when it comes to children, housework, etc. Do our better halves..the male ones...believe that they are less capable? My husband is a willing helper, but in most cases, he thinks nothing of leaving me with our three children at the table. But if I do, and he thinks its taking a long time, he will text me to see if I brought my phone with me. I don't believe I have ever given him any reason to think that he can't handle all of them, but somehow I wonder if he feels that? How do we encourage our men to be more confident? How do we let them know that they are capable? I'm not going to go out and assert my woman's "liberty" and get a job outside of my home to force it...but I may start leaving him with the kiddos more. And just general praise I think will be beneficial. Let's help our men....they are capable!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Picking up...
I am now a mother to three little ones...ages 2, 17 mo, and 2 mo. My house is never, and will never, be clean again. At least not for more than a few seconds per room.
I am the one person force behind picking up after little people who don't reaize that the toys they drop and the crumbs they leave behind might be a problem to someone else. This is my chaos!
I love the moments of discovery, I LOVE watching my babies eat something that I made for them. And then comes the part that ends up making everything in the house "feel" better...picking it up.
I can go from feeling a little overwhealmed to being very pleased, by just putting all the toys where they go. How a toddler can play with so many things in one sitting is very baffling to me, but I end up with the two buckets completely empty at least twice a day and their contents scattered across the floor...Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs have nothing on the trail of toddler who has been having fun. You KNOW where they have been! Sometimes they have been places you didn't even know about...
Picking up...how mommies put their world back in balance...
I am the one person force behind picking up after little people who don't reaize that the toys they drop and the crumbs they leave behind might be a problem to someone else. This is my chaos!
I love the moments of discovery, I LOVE watching my babies eat something that I made for them. And then comes the part that ends up making everything in the house "feel" better...picking it up.
I can go from feeling a little overwhealmed to being very pleased, by just putting all the toys where they go. How a toddler can play with so many things in one sitting is very baffling to me, but I end up with the two buckets completely empty at least twice a day and their contents scattered across the floor...Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs have nothing on the trail of toddler who has been having fun. You KNOW where they have been! Sometimes they have been places you didn't even know about...
Picking up...how mommies put their world back in balance...
Monday, April 30, 2012
Just the beginning!
The journey with our babies is just beginning....2, 1, and 6 weeks old. Really still babies by anyone's calculations, yet they have taught me so much! With each child came a new set of responsibilities and trials, but also the joy that comes from an addition to your family.
I looked at our newest...our little girl...today as I was feeding her and I realized how fast this all goes! It feels like I'm missing everything, even though I've been with all of them from the beginning. I have to remind myself that sometimes the cleaning needs to wait, because I need to hold my boys. And if dinner is a little late, my hubby will get over it because I was cherishing our children.
I hear the grumbles and complaining, and I have done some of my own as a parent, about early feedings and laundry. I see the exasperated mom in the store with one kid, and I look at myself with three and I still feel for her. This and marriage are the best, hardest things we will ever get to do!
We watch them grow, and they teach us how to GROW UP! When we tell them "you can't have your way", in some way we are reminding ourselves of the same thing, because we can all admit we see pieces of ourselves in our childrens personalities. They push and we push back a million times between now and when they go out on their own, but the rewards aren't to be missed.
I long for date nights alone with my husband, and a time when the only behind I will be worried about is my own, but I am content with my life as it is right now! Cleaning, cooking, correcting, teaching, and loving them like nobody else can! But, until then I have my little ones here and I am so thankful that they are!
I looked at our newest...our little girl...today as I was feeding her and I realized how fast this all goes! It feels like I'm missing everything, even though I've been with all of them from the beginning. I have to remind myself that sometimes the cleaning needs to wait, because I need to hold my boys. And if dinner is a little late, my hubby will get over it because I was cherishing our children.
I hear the grumbles and complaining, and I have done some of my own as a parent, about early feedings and laundry. I see the exasperated mom in the store with one kid, and I look at myself with three and I still feel for her. This and marriage are the best, hardest things we will ever get to do!
We watch them grow, and they teach us how to GROW UP! When we tell them "you can't have your way", in some way we are reminding ourselves of the same thing, because we can all admit we see pieces of ourselves in our childrens personalities. They push and we push back a million times between now and when they go out on their own, but the rewards aren't to be missed.
I long for date nights alone with my husband, and a time when the only behind I will be worried about is my own, but I am content with my life as it is right now! Cleaning, cooking, correcting, teaching, and loving them like nobody else can! But, until then I have my little ones here and I am so thankful that they are!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
And Baby makes 5!
In the time between my last post and now a little bundle wrapped in pink instead of blue, now rests in our home! Her name is Carita!
A precious little girl to add to our baby boys!
Her birth was the most eventful we have had, but I would do it all again to have her here and safe...
According to my midwives...I had a bit of a swimming pool in there. Meaning that they didn't realize I had SO MUCH amniotic fluid. This made my progress slower, and caused her to turn from straight to sideways when my water broke. They were worried that she might also compress her cord when my water broke, so they tried to slow the flow a little when it did break.
So, you have a baby head aimed at your hip instead of the exit...what do they do? Some would say automatic c-section, but I have some awesome women taking care of me, and we decided to try and turn her.
With the help of my midwife and an OB they coaxed our little one back to the right direction...and thankfully I had an epidural, because I was a little bruised after that. The OB made mention of how much room she had in there and then said something about a "corner" in my belly and I said, "well, according to both of you I have a playground in there!"...believe me, it was either a make light of it or lose it time for me. I was very scared, not because of myself, but turning our daughter came with the threat of her being in distress of some kind and them performing an emergency c-section. My only goal was a healthy baby...to heck with my body, she's my baby and they had permission to do whatever they needed to to me in order to keep her safe!
My husband has never looked so worried...but he held it together for me, and then hugged me and reassured me when it was all over.
But, our little adventure with our girl didn't end right there...
About an hour later her heart rate was very erratic, and the midwife came in and asked me if I could haul my half-paralyzed, from my epidural, self onto my hands and knees and lay over the back of my raised bed so that they could see if it would stabalize her heart rate....yeah, it worked! But, I got to wear an oxygen mask, and hold myself up for another hour.
My midwife came in again, and ta-da, I'm ready to push! In less than 30 minutes my husband got to bring the third of our children into the world!
I am so proud of him for wanting to be so involved in the births of our children! It's his biggest accomplishement according to him, and I think that they will come to appreciate his involvement in their first moments when they are parents one day.
And here is our precious Carita being held by her Great-Grandma Carita! Great-Grandma stayed with me and my husband at the hospital all day and got to see her little namesake come into the world...full of stubborness and spirit just like her!
A precious little girl to add to our baby boys!
Her birth was the most eventful we have had, but I would do it all again to have her here and safe...
According to my midwives...I had a bit of a swimming pool in there. Meaning that they didn't realize I had SO MUCH amniotic fluid. This made my progress slower, and caused her to turn from straight to sideways when my water broke. They were worried that she might also compress her cord when my water broke, so they tried to slow the flow a little when it did break.
So, you have a baby head aimed at your hip instead of the exit...what do they do? Some would say automatic c-section, but I have some awesome women taking care of me, and we decided to try and turn her.
With the help of my midwife and an OB they coaxed our little one back to the right direction...and thankfully I had an epidural, because I was a little bruised after that. The OB made mention of how much room she had in there and then said something about a "corner" in my belly and I said, "well, according to both of you I have a playground in there!"...believe me, it was either a make light of it or lose it time for me. I was very scared, not because of myself, but turning our daughter came with the threat of her being in distress of some kind and them performing an emergency c-section. My only goal was a healthy baby...to heck with my body, she's my baby and they had permission to do whatever they needed to to me in order to keep her safe!
My husband has never looked so worried...but he held it together for me, and then hugged me and reassured me when it was all over.
But, our little adventure with our girl didn't end right there...
About an hour later her heart rate was very erratic, and the midwife came in and asked me if I could haul my half-paralyzed, from my epidural, self onto my hands and knees and lay over the back of my raised bed so that they could see if it would stabalize her heart rate....yeah, it worked! But, I got to wear an oxygen mask, and hold myself up for another hour.
My midwife came in again, and ta-da, I'm ready to push! In less than 30 minutes my husband got to bring the third of our children into the world!
I am so proud of him for wanting to be so involved in the births of our children! It's his biggest accomplishement according to him, and I think that they will come to appreciate his involvement in their first moments when they are parents one day.
And here is our precious Carita being held by her Great-Grandma Carita! Great-Grandma stayed with me and my husband at the hospital all day and got to see her little namesake come into the world...full of stubborness and spirit just like her!
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