23May

Essential Oils – What I Know So Far

I love a good smell. Baby heads, the scent of jasmine coming up in my yard, lilies… These conjure up happy memories for me.

And it’s no secret that I have a history with essential oils. Remember those yummy kid-safe cleaners I used to sell?

I’m picky about good smells.

But can I admit to spending a long time befuddled by the idea that you can use essential oils for health purposes? I even read a book that had CHEMISTRY in it to try and grasp WHY people claimed X oil would heal X ailment.

I didn’t exactly understand the book, but I read it.

I read all the arguments about whether or not its safe to ingest essential oils and what constitutes “therapeutic grade” or high quality oils. I read about the great divide between the two companies that claim to sell these therapeutic grade oils. But I couldn’t be convinced one way or the other until I tried for myself.

I dabbled my toe in the water when Finn was born. I knew I would struggle with maintaining my milk supply and I was willing to try anything. So in addition to my Goat’s Rue herbal tincture, I purchased a bottle of Fennel oil. I took it every day in a teaspoon of honey.

And clearly, Finn and I did just fine.

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It was another year before I bit the bullet and decided to add several oils to our family medicine kit. I chose Doterra brand. Mostly because they smell fantastic.

So let’s start there. I’ve smelled essential oils for years and thought I was buying pretty good quality stuff. And then I opened a bottle of Doterra…

To compare, I took my decent quality Lemon oil that I use in my cleaning supplies. I sniffed it and then the Doterra Lemon. The first was like dirt compared to the sweet essence of lemon that came out of that Doterra bottle.

The same is true for every other oil I’ve compared. I’ve got a huge bottle of “decent” tea tree oil sitting in my bathroom that I used regularly. I can’t stand to even open it now, the smell nauseates me. Instead, I prefer Doterra’s version, which is cleaner, much more “plant-ish.”

But Doterra oils are kinda pricey, I admit. So they needed to actually work before I would admit to any of you here on the blog that I use them.

I’ve been trying them out for four months now. I haven’t got it all figured out. But I know that I’m still buying them, I use them every day, and I love them.

Here’s why:

1 – They don’t do any harm. I’ve got a book that I can look up any ailment and hunt down an oil to try it on. There aren’t any side effects, no adverse reactions to worry about. If it works, great. But if it doesn’t…

2 – My kids like to have me try.

There are two parts to this. First, so many times as mamas, our kids just want us to DO SOMETHING about their ailment. These oils are a safe option. I don’t have to worry about overdosing them or giving them medicine for something that doesn’t need medicine.

Second, there’s something in a mama’s touch that is medicinal. Applying these oils gives me a moment to look my children in the eye and touch them.

They really like that.

Matter of fact, they ASK for oils before anything else.

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This isn’t posed. While I was typing, she brought me the box and asked for some oil on her tummy.

3 – I have actually strengthened my relationship with my kids with essential oils.

I learned how to do Aromatouch technique, which is an orderly way to apply a certain set of oils that boosts the immune system and makes a person feel really, really good. I figured out I can lay my kids across my lap to do it, no massage table required.

I rub yummy smells on their back and they talk to me. Magic.

My kids fight over whose turn it is to get their back rubbed. When I’m feeling disconnected from a child or I think they need a little extra attention, this is the tactic I use. It’s a great way to minister to anybody you love and it’s super easy to learn.

4 – Essential oils work. Sometimes they work better than others, but here are my favorite oils (so far):

OnGuard – I diffuse this when we’re all gathered in a room or have company coming. It’s an immune booster and germ killer. And it smells like Christmas.

PastTense – This is an anti-headache medicine that I carry with me at all times. Works like a charm on tension headaches.

Melaleuca – (or tea tree oil) I use this one the most. It’s very helpful in clearing up infection. I’ve taken care of my own ear infections this way and several of the kids. Rather than diluting it in oil, I just put a drop on my finger and swirl it around inside the ear. The other week when I had a bad infection, rubbing melaleuca directly on my lymphnodes was especially soothing and helpful. It also works well in a vinegar bath to clear up diaper rash or yeast infections… There’s an entire blog post worth of uses for this oil. Just trust me. It’s good.

DigestZen – I’ve got one child who often complains of an upset tummy. I haven’t figured out the source of her discomfort yet, but a little of this rubbed around her belly and she’s happy once again. I use it regularly for myself and find it’s just as soothing as a cup of ginger mint tea but so much faster.

Balance – Rub it on your wrists when you think you’re gonna lose your mind. You won’t.

Wild Orange – Sweet mercy, this one just smells yummy. If my kids give me that difficult-to-diagnose “I just don’t feel good,” I’ll rub this on their feet to perk them up. It’s one of their favorites.

AromaTouch – I use this for my big migraines that start down in my neck. Andrew tried it once and it worked right away on him, too. This one smells like beach in a bottle to me.

Peppermint – Works great for nausea.

Breathe – With our recent colds, I would rub this right into my lymphnodes and I’d be able to breathe for a bit. I also diffused it in a bedroom just before sleepy time to make breathing easier.

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My diffuser. I can control the interval and strength of diffusion.

There’s still a lot I don’t know or understand. And I haven’t quite got the knack of applying oils enough times to shorten the flu or end all allergies. Currently, I would say that the oils are safe way to manage all the symptoms we have even if they can’t cure what ails us.

But I’ve seen the oils work well enough that I’m willing to keep trying for cures in the future. I’ll keep you posted.

Do you HAVE to buy Doterra brand oils? Nope. You don’t. I do think they’re the best available and worth the expense, but I don’t think other brands are ineffective.

One word of caution: unless you absolutely trust the source of your oils, you’ll need to dilute the oils before using them on your kids. Just add coconut oil when applying to the skin. This will dilute the effectiveness some, but it will guarantee they don’t get a rash from sub-par oils. (A perk of Doterra is that I don’t usually have to dilute them so my kids are getting a stronger more effective dose.)

And Mamas? We need to touch our kids more. I can still remember exactly how it felt to have my mother’s cool hand on my forehead or rubbing my back when I was sick. I’ll bet you can remember, too. Using essential oils on my kids has reminded me how important it is to actually lay hands on my children throughout the day and give them that soothing touch that only Mommy can.

Even if Doterra isn’t in your budget, get you some decent essential oils and some coconut oil and spend some time rubbing your babies’ feet. It will be time well spent and something you’ll both remember for always.

And you’ll smell fantastic, too.

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*Affiliate Alert* I signed up with Doterra to get the wholesale prices and then happily discovered they were worth sharing with all of you. I’m glad to talk about them all day but I’m not out to sell anybody anything and nobody is paying me to write this so no need to feel awkward. Also: I wish you were all at my house so you could smell the yummy oils…

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PJ AM

Andrew and I got some time away last week (thanks, Gran and Pops!) and had a chance to evaluate our days away from the blur and the noise. One thing we noticed: our pace is non-stop. Even on Sundays. We do church, we do small group, and then we have to prep for the week ahead and somehow our Sabbath is spent.

So this past Sunday, we tried an experiment: PJ Morning.

It took a bit of prep work. I hit the library and filled a bag full of books that would tempt our kids to sit still for a long time. (And I won’t go into the tears and drama involved when I realized I spent an hour picking books and then had no library card and no way to prove our new address. Fortunately, my nervous breakdown was convincing enough that the librarian fudged the rules a little.)

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We talked to the kids on Saturday night and told them we wanted all of us to rest. Not just them. US. We wanted to spend some quality quiet time on the day that God named “Sabbath” or “Rest.”

The next morning, we got up with our alarm clock  Finn and did the usual bottle routine.

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Then I fixed a family breakfast. I tried to keep it simple but special. So I made oatmeal, but I made a browned butter banana sauce with brown sugar and cinnamon to put on top. The kids could also add peanut butter if they got the urge.

We sat down to breakfast together, giggled over Finn’s antics with oatmeal, and then did our clean-up chores so the kitchen was tidy again.

And then…

We divided up the books (a pile for each boy and a large stack for the girls to share) and sent the kids to their rooms. Finn went down for a nap. And then Andrew and I crawled back under the covers and slept for another hour. Well, he slept. I listened to podcasts. But I was in my bed, totally still, not being productive at all.

It was heavenly.

Then we got up, released the kids from their rooms, showered, and went to small group. We came home in time to throw together dinner and then made it to the evening service at church. (That’s a handy option to have, peeps.)

It wasn’t a perfect day. Finn’s nap in the morning didn’t last as long as it should have, he missed his afternoon nap, and I had to apologize profusely to the nursery workers at church for even daring to foist His Bitterness upon them. The girls came down a few times while we were resting to get disputes over books settled.

But it was a restful day.

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We may not be able to replicate it, but I think we’d like to try. We scooped up those library books and put them away for next Sunday. I’ve heard a lot about that from my eager readers. They didn’t appreciate it. But they’re counting the days til Sunday. And there are breakfast requests to meet…

So here’s a question. What are some other ideas for encouraging a bit of quiet rest time with the kids? One that doesn’t involve screen time. (I’m not saying we WON’T use TV, but we like alternatives.) Anybody got any thoughts or suggestions????

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Coffee and Convo – Do Your Kids Ever Fight?

Does anybody remember the Coffee Talk sketch from SNL? Mike Meyers was “Linda Richmond” with long fingernails and a Jersey accent. “Call me, we’ll talk. No big whoop.”

My best friend Cathy and I would spend hours trying to perfect that accent when we were in junior high. I don’t think I was allowed to actually stay up late enough to watch the show, but she could and she’d repeat it all for me verbatim on Monday morning and we’d laugh ourselves silly.

There’s still VHS proof of our own attempt at a Coffee Talk sketch, big hair and all. But I have the only copy and I plan to keep it under wraps.

You’re welcome.

So today I asked the Facebook Page folks what they’d want to talk about if we could sit down and have coffee. And it really made me want to take you all out for a latte. And maybe flash some long nails and a Jersey accent…

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I got a couple of folks who wondered how we cope with siblings fussing. If we were all sitting around the table nursing our mochas, I’d tell you what we do and then I’d want to hear what you do.

So let’s pretend we’re at a table. I’ll go first and then you guys fire back at me, ok? It’s a conversation, not a monologue. (I hope.)

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A very wise person fed me the line that we use regarding all sibling relationships: Your relationship with your brother or sister is more important.

It’s more important than the toy, it’s more important than the iPad, it’s more important than your own agenda.

The Relationship is The Thing.

So I handle kids fussing at each other the same way at any age. If Willa and Mira are screaming about a toy, the toy is mine. I don’t really care who had it first nor do I have time to sort it out. If they have been reduced to fussing over it, it’s pretty safe to assume they’re both at fault somehow. I take it away and say, “Your relationship is more important. Now hug it out and find something to do together.”

The toy remains mine until they’ve forgotten it and moved on. It can return to rotation when they don’t care about it any more.

If Ellen and Sam are arguing about who goes first on the iPad, I’m lucky enough to have enough kids so I can say, “Ian and Adam will go before you do.”

Relationship trumps their “rights.” Every time.

As far as taking turns on the iPad, I usually give them each 15 minutes. They are allowed to watch their siblings play (that’s my current policy, anyway, I may change that) and they are required to keep up with the time. If they are dishonest, they lose their privileges. If I hear one word of fussing about it, the fussers lose their iPad privileges for the day, whether they’ve had their full turn or not.

This policy is just as much for my own sanity as for theirs. I am not Solomon nor do I get paid a king’s ransom to sort out every petty argument in perfect fairness. It will slap wear a mama out.

It IS in the best interest of everyone if I do not run myself ragged playing judge and jury all day long. So we have an across-the-board zero-tolerance policy for unkindness of any sort.

If a particular pair of siblings is really struggling to be nice, than I find some sort of chore for them to do together. Or, if one of the big kids is being unkind to one of the Littles, we’ve been known to put the Big child in charge of playing with that Little for the rest of the day.

They quickly learn some patience when they have to follow the whims of a four year old for an afternoon.

I think the key is to not beat yourself up about “fairness.” The goal isn’t to teach our kids how to be fair. The goal is to teach our kids how to love others well.

And the first place they learn Love for Others is in the family.

Alright. I’m gonna stop and take a metaphorical swig of my mocha. How do YOU handle sibling rivalry? How do you dole out iPad time and keep straight whose turn it is?

Or are your children of the mythical variety who would never take a swing at their sister over possession of a toothbrush?

Comment. We’ll talk. No big whoop…

 

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Praying For My People – The Return of the Prayer Crickets

Speaking of mental health, last week Andrew encouraged me to take the day off.

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But the offer came with rules. First, NO ERRANDS. (You know we do it, ladies. We’re gonna go get our nails done but somehow we always end up at Target buying diapers.)

Second, I had an assignment. I was to take as much time as I wanted to just spend praying and getting some spiritual renewal. Like taking my soul’s pulse.

*That came out a lot more hippy-dippy than I meant for it to. Let’s pretend you understood me.*

Anyway, I had the whole day to pray, evaluate my life, my roles and responsibilities, and spend some time catching up on areas I’d let slide.

I intended to leave the house but, honestly, I’m most relaxed in my own space and our back porch is nice and sunny. So I grabbed a quilt, my Bible, a journal, and my headphones and sat in a happy sunbeam for the morning.

Bliss.

After praying and reading for awhile, I remembered that I’d wanted to use what I learned from the Prayer Crickets and apply it to praying for my kids. And, suddenly, I had time.

So I sat and found verses that I wanted to pray for each person in our family over the next year. Then I made myself pretty little reminders. (I texted my friend who is crafty and warned her I was using a laminator so she would understand that shift she felt in the earth’s rotation. She was grateful for my warning.)

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I hung them in places around the house where I would see them often: the pantry,

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the coffee cup cabinet (a popular place in our house),

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and in pertinent places in the bathroom.

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I put them up without fanfare, but the kids noticed them immediately and began a hunt to find their picture. Ellen demanded to have hers read to her and is working on memorizing it. (There’s no explanation for her inner drive. As long as she channels it for good…)

I set up an alarm on my phone to set the prayer crickets off at 10 am every day. I grab the child who is nearest and whisper a prayer over them. The same alarm goes off at 4 pm so I can pray for other friends and loved ones whose needs are on my mind that day.

And that’s it. My hope is to cultivate a constant attitude of prayer in my own heart, to consistently whisper the words of my deepest longings for the people I love. And to set a good example for my kids of what a lifestyle of prayer might look like.

So that’s what I did with my mental vacation.

What would you do with yours?

 

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How to Handle The Clothing Situation

*******EDITED 3/27/13: While I still would love to take advantage of the convenience this company offers, I’ve had several friends report issues with ThredUp and I recently had one of my own. I’ve concluded that while ThredUp prides itself on providing good quality clothes, their intake standards are nearly impossible to meet at this time. I sent an entire bag of clothes recently and they only accepted two items. The company later admitted even they couldn’t see many of the “faults” the processor found but their overall compensation for my loss of literally hundreds of dollars in clothing was very small. To this end, I have pulled their affiliate ads from my site and will no longer be recommending this company to others.

I don’t know about y’all, but the Clothing Situation over here is always pretty nuclear. I sort and I purge and I wash and I have the kids put away, but at any given hour, you are guaranteed to find a pair of kid underwear on the steps.

It’s one of life’s little mysteries that I’ve given up trying to solve. I simply make it my goal to hide said underwear before anyone comes in the front door. Or not. I’ve kind of gotten used to it. Maybe I’ll try to pin a few pictures of it on Pinterest and start the next big wave in DIY decorating…

But I digress. Sort of like the underwear…

I like shopping at consignment sales for the kids because I can clothe the gang with good clothes cheaply. I do NOT enjoy selling at consignment sales. In fact, Andrew says he will pay me NOT to sell at consignment sales. All that pricing and pinning and hunting for hangers…

Life is too short.

Donating the clothes was easy, but not exactly lucrative.

So I was thrilled to discover a company like ThredUp. They let me enjoy the value of consignment without all the hassle. It’s so easy.

They send me a bag with the postage already paid. At most, this bag costs me five bucks. If I catch a special, I can get the bag for free. I stuff it with any clothes I think would be worth consigning. When it’s full, I seal it up and set it by my  mailbox. It disappears from my house and I don’t lose any blood pinning tiny safety pins to every pair of pants.

A week later, I get an email telling me how much they decided to pay me for each article of clothing. And I think they are very fair. If they don’t pay me on a certain piece, they tell me why. Then the money lands in my paypal account to spend on anything I want. No “credits” or anything like that. Just cold, hard internet cash.

Voila.

This system works really well for us. I keep a bag ready at all times and as things get out grown or need to exit the house, they get tossed in the bag.

I do earn some  store credit when one of my friends signs up and uses my name. So when Mira needed new dresses, I went shopping on the site. I was very satisfied with the quality of the pictures of each dress. I knew exactly what I was ordering. I knew ThredUp’s standards were high, so I was certain I’d be pleased with what I selected. And then they arrived on my doorstep and Mira practiced spinning in each one.

It’s possible I may never attend another consignment sale again.

A helpful hint: shop for your next season clothes on the off-season. Like, buy summer clothes in November and vice versa. ThredUp tries to stay with the seasons, but I’m learning the really good summer stuff will be long gone by the time we’re actually ready for short sleeves.

Which is why I’m telling you this now. ThredUp is offering free shipping this entire month so you can stock up before the first consignment sale mails their flyers for spring. Use the code: SHIPJAN13 at checkout.



And then try consigning some stuff of your own. You’ll love how easy it is and how much calmer you feel about the whole “Clothing Situation.”

Although I can’t guarantee there will be any less underwear on your steps…

*I didn’t get paid for this post. Affiliate links are included, but I’m a fan of the company and I would have told you about them whether I got anything out of the deal or not. Just FYI.

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Making Christmas Matter

I know we haven’t had Turkey-day yet, but since I saw Christmas decorations in Target mid-October, I’m gonna assume it’s okay to start talking about it.

We’ll be moving in a few weeks and when I look up from the boxes, December will be staring me in the face. So Andrew and I are revisiting previous Christmas traditions and discussing how we want to do things this year. Some of the activities take planning and preparation that need to be started now.

Our goal is to make sure that Christmas MEANS something to our kids, that they see the truth of the Gospel in this celebration of Christ’s birth.

Here’s my “to-do” list (I’ll be checking it twice) for Christmas this year: (links to further discussion are highlighted)

1-The Vitafam doesn’t exchange gifts within our immediate family. But we’re not Scrooges, I promise. And I’m going to go ahead and admit that it’s hard not to shop for my people this time of year. I could FILL my Amazon cart at a moment’s notice. But in this case, the sacrifice is worth it. Really.

2-You better believe I’ll be hunting down a new nekkid Christmas tree just as soon as I plant my feet on the new front porch for good.

3-I also need to stock up on more candles for December dinners by candlelight. (Even if I’m not entirely surely where the table will reside come December 1.)

4-I made sure the Christmas boxes were pulled out of the attic and I’m going to watch them go on the truck so hopefully I can lay hands on our Jesse Tree Ornaments as soon as we unpack. If you haven’t bought yours yet, NOW IS THE TIME. I got mine here and I LURVE them.

5-For the gifts I do purchase, I’ll be using the Home for Christmas list. I’d like to update it for 2012, so if you’re selling something to raise money for your adoption, let me know this week.

I don’t share all these because I think we’ve got it all figured out. We tweak this a little every year and we’re always evaluating and hunting for more ideas.

To that end: I’d love to hear some of your ideas for keeping the Gospel in your Christmas. Toss ‘em at me!

Linking up with the Parenthood!

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The Little Interruptions – What My Little Kids Do During School

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I’ve lost count of all the times people ask me, “But what do your babies do during school?”

It’s a valid question. Many, many, many times I look at all the little bodies writhing around me and wonder what in the heck I’m supposed to DO with them.

My short answer to this is: Have a plan. I expounded on this in detail over at Simple Homeschool today.

But there’s a second part to my answer and that is: Plan to be interrupted.

Just go ahead and expect it.

Sometimes, the interruptions become the lesson. I’ve been pleasantly surprised to discover that my children can comprehend their math lessons even if the doorbell rings, the baby cries, somebody spills their water, and I dash off to change a poopy diaper. Remember, if our children were in a classroom setting, they’d have a room full of peers to distract them. Learning to concentrate is an important life skill. Our Littles are providing the curriculum!

Other times, interruptions are opportunities for training. Little people with gnat-sized attention spans respond to immediate correction and then forget and move on. And so will we. Do not put it off until later.

At all times, our response to interruption is THE Lesson. Our children are watching us. Do we react with grace? Are we patient? Do we roll your eyes and sigh a lot? These actions are training our children, too. Our response to our small people during school time is an example of how to cope under pressure, of diligence, consistency, patience, loving correction, and joyful attitude.

I wrote this out here because I need to remember it. Every. Single. Day. I am my children’s best and worst example, everything to do or not to do. That’s something I can’t take lightly or ignore because it doesn’t fit into my lesson plans.

…And now I need to rethink my plans for tomorrow. We need more wiggle room for my Wigglers. Meanwhile, go check out the full article over at Simple Homeschool and leave me some more tips for juggling Littles and schooling.

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Curls For Little Girls – A Tutorial

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People often comment on my girls’ hair and say, “Oh, I wish my daughter had hair like that!” or “I wish I had hair like that!”

Here’s a secret: it’s very possible to bring out the natural curl in almost anybody’s hair.

When I was little, I had some wayward waves and a few cowlicks that we tried to hide in my Dorothy Hamill haircut. I wish someone had known how to baby my curls a little bit and give them the care they needed. Once I finally embraced my curly side as an adult, I’ve learned that curls are much more low maintenance than you think, even on little girls.

  • You don’t have to wash curly hair as often.
  • Curls are very forgiving style-wise. Give ‘em a little fluff, maybe spray them with some watered-down conditioner and they look lovely. They are perfectly imperfect.
  • Less hair-brushing required.

I began coaxing the wave into my girls’ hair just as soon as I saw the first “flip” up of a tuft of baby hair. I immediately switched to baby conditioner ONLY. This is key. Curls need moisture. Otherwise they’re shy. So we have a strict NO SHAMPOO policy around here for all of our ladies.

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Over time, the more moisture those baby waves received, the curlier they became. And slowly, through some years of growing and moisturizing, we turned cowlicks into sweet little girl curls.

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Now, I’m not guaranteeing you a head full of curls, but I am encouraging you to give this a try if you’ve seen the slightest hint of a wave in your little girl’s hair. You might be surprised at the results.

(An Aside: We follow a similar procedure for Mira’s 4a curls, but I am not ready to claim any sort of authority on that yet. The same rules apply: Moisture, moisture, moisture!)

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Since you don’t really brush curly hair unless it’s lathered up with conditioner, it can get tangly. Especially if you’re like me and wait a long time between hair washings because, quite frankly, life is busy. And curly hair in a pony tail is cute no matter how dirty it is.

My best friend for in-between washings (to freshen curls, just spray it on and go) and to pre-treat tangles is this:

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You can achieve the same effect by just adding water to conditioner and putting it in a spray bottle. Make sure the finished mixture feels slippery on your fingers. You want it to create the slip on the curls. Too watery and it will just be… wet.

On washing days, I spray this on any especially gnarly little tangles while the hair is dry and then throw all the girls in the shower.

We wet the hair thoroughly and then I add a round of conditioner. You want to condition the hair first so the hair has as long as possible to soak up the moisture. I started with this much conditioner for Willa, but quickly added a bit more. Her hair is short and thinner.

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Ellen needed about twice this. Take that conditioner and try and coat all of the hair from root to tip. Focus especially on the worst knots. But you want the whole thing to be covered in conditioner.

With Willa’s thinner hair, the conditioner is already on the scalp and I just scrub that around all over with my finger tips to make sure her scalp gets nicely cleaned. (There’s plenty of surfectant/soap in conditioner to clean the hair without drying it out like shampoo.) Ellen’s hair is thicker and I had to put another batch of conditioner in my hand and then add it to her scalp in sections, lifting the hair scrubbing her scalp.

The key is that the original coating of conditioner means you can actually find the scalp to scrub it. If you just condition the ends of the hair without getting to the scalp, you don’t moisturize the hair that’s growing and it will continue to stay dry and not as curly.

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Now that the scrubbing is over, just leave the conditioner to soak into the hair until the very end of the shower or bath. My favorite tool for tackling the tough tangles is this:

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To brush out the hair, start at the tips with your wide-tooth comb or tangle teezer. Brush small sections in small strokes and as you work the tangles out, work your way up the hair to the root. Because you’ve got the hair nice and slimy, you can do this fairly quickly in un-tangled spots and you won’t damage the hair follicle as you comb. Curly hair should never be brushed without moisture on it or you will damage the hair and damage your curl.

Now onto the tangles…

I tell my girls I found a rat’s nest in their hair and I need to work on it. Then I grab the gnarly section and set to work.

You follow the same basic procedure as before, work from the tip up to the root. Ellen is especially tender-headed, so I try to grab the hair firmly in front of the root as I pull the tangle out to protect her scalp.

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She’s convinced she saw the shadow of the rat run out of her hair in the shower tonight. And I’m content to let her believe it if it means she’ll let me get the “nest” out.

When you’re done, the strands will be shiny and happy.

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After the girls have soaped up, we rinse their hair at the very end. I don’t rub their hair dry with the towel. I only use the towel to gently lift the curls and soak up the drips. I lay the towel over their head and press down firmly. Then I put a little bit of gel in my hands. For Willa, it’s this much:

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And this much for Ellen:

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I smear the gel around in my hands and then grab the hair at the bottom and push up with my palms as I scrunch with my fingertips.

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Just takes a few seconds and then you’re done. Let it air dry (you can use a diffuser if you must, but honestly, it’s better to just bundle them up in warm jammies if they’re cold and avoid the blow dryer.)

Best case scenario, at night you would put it up high on the head in a scrunchee (normal pony tail holders will damage the follicle) and let them sleep on a satin pillowcase. That doesn’t really happen in my house but if you can swing it, you should.

It takes time to get hair moisturized properly and get those curls to form. You may not see quick results. But if you stick with it, in a few weeks, you’ll notice a difference. And the results are super cute, don’t you think?

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This is her beach hair, unwashed for days, in and out of the ocean and the pool. See? LOW MAINTENANCE!!

Got any more curly girl tips for me? Leave ‘em in the comments!

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When You Kiss The Canvas

Tonight, as dinner was cooking and I sat down to chat with my boys, Andrew took the girls out in the backyard. Pretty soon, Ellen came trooping back in with a dahlia for me. Next came Willa.

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She’s in her pj’s (backward) at 5 pm because I was trying to get all the fall clothes swapped out this morning before I dressed the girls. However, I was missing a box or two from storage and couldn’t finish the job and, I’m not quite sure how, this meant the girls stayed in pajamas.

That’s pretty much how the whole day had gone: Backwards and half-dressed.

Mira slept in her “spinny dress” last night because she doesn’t like to have it removed from her body.

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I had to go and buy her a fall version of the Spinny Dress just to avoid an every-other-day fit when the Original Spinny Dress needed to be washed.

My last flower came from this guy:

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It was like my own little Rose Parade.

Although lately Andrew and I have been referring to this life we lead like a boxing match. We tag each other in and out as needed. He does the coffee and breakfast routine. Tag.

I do morning school, laundry, and three hours of basic need meeting. Tag. I go to my room to sit and stare like a boxer who is punch drunk.

Andrew starts lunch until I pull it together and jump back in so we can double team the gang for a few minutes. Tag.

And so it goes. This isn’t to imply that our children beat up on us or make unrealistic demands. It’s just what parenting seven kids feels like right now. And I recognize I’m lucky that most days, I can tag in and out a time or two because Andrew is home.

But I’ve been kissing the canvas a lot these days. (Boxing term for “knocked face down.” Seriously. Look it up. I did.)

We’re blessed. This fight is the Good One. But it’s hard. And I’m no prize fighter. I’m just a girl with bloody knuckles and no time to pee.

But we keep at it.

I may lay face down and beg for mercy, but the Mercy comes in the strength to get up and keep going. The Mercy comes when I can’t so He does. And sometimes, Mercy troops in wearing pajamas and carrying a flower the size of her head.

But it comes. Praise God, Mercy comes. He is glorified all the more when I need Him the most. His mercy makes me live and stand up to fight another round.

So I get up off the mat and, after some chocolate and a good night’s sleep, I’ll come out swinging again.

*What’s your life feel like now? I could have waxed poetic for paragraphs more with the boxing analogy, but I had pity on your eyeballs. Plus, I had to look up almost all the boxing terms I was using. So: Analogize your life for me. (It’s a word. I made it.) Paint me a picture…

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Finn Food In The Freezer

Finn has officially started “solid foods.” And, as you would expect from a boy of his girth, he thinks his mushed avocado and banana is mighty fine.

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Let’s all try to pretend we don’t see that I wrapped my kid up in a towel rather than try to hunt down a bib.

I start my babies with avocado because it’s a good fat and banana to just sweeten it up a bit. But you all know that tiny babies only eat a tiny little bit. And then I’m left with the remains of avocado and banana that will turn brown in a matter of minutes or attract a bunch of fruit flies. I have struggled with how to handle this for several babies now.

Well, thank heavens for Pinterest.

Somewhere on Pinterest, I learned that you can freeze avocados. We already froze our bananas for smoothies and such. (Helpful hint: take the bananas out of the peel to freeze them. Otherwise you end up scraping the peel off under hot water and delaying the smoothie process.) So I thought I would try freezing Finn’s avocado.

To make it easier on myself, I mashed the avocado and banana up to a Finn-preferred consistency.

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Then I put them into the ice-maker and froze them. I was a little afraid it would all be brown and gunky when I thawed it out, but it reheats nicely (I haven’t tried it in a microwave, I warm the baby food up in a little ramekin on the stove) and keeps it’s “lovely” green color.

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My only problem now is that I’m still too addled to remember to thaw out the avocado before I sit down to nurse Finn. This means he must wait longer for his green mush.

He doesn’t appreciate waiting.

This may not be earth-shattering for anybody else, but this new process makes the early days of solid foods so much nicer. I can’t really leave food out on my counter anyway, or somebody with small grabby hands will walk by and help themselves.

And now I can rest assured that there’s always “Finn food” ready for the grabbing and that the fruit flies won’t eat it all before he does.

Finn definitely appreciates that.

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Please, Mom, Can I have another?

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