19May

Follicular Follies – A Giveaway

First, I think you should know that I recently recovered from what can only be called a Hair Crisis. It involved Pinterest and a lot of coconut oil and I don’t want to talk about it. Suffice it to say, I had to wear my hair up quite a bit while it recovered from the oily assault.

Which is why it was very good timing that I received a package in the mail from Jackie at Lilla Rose. It was a flexi-clip that was supposed to hold even my thick mane in place.

I scoffed at the possibility.

Behold, the tresses that make hair clips and scrunchees run in fear:

IMG_7922-WMI’m not kidding, y’all. I’ve broken every hair clip, even the big bear claw they sell at the pharmacy. And this is my slightly thinned hair since having Finn.

The only thing I knew about the flexi-clip was that I’d seen them at homeschooling conventions. So, um, that made me nervous. But I found a perfectly simple clip that would match my denim jumper or my sassy skinny jeans. (And I left that chocolate wrapper in the picture just so you would know it was me.)

IMG_7928-WMI admit, I was impressed. I was able to twist my slightly damp hair up and hold it in place for an entire evening of outside play with the kids.

IMG_7908-WMIt also makes a great option when I don’t want to wear my boring black scrunchee for a ponytail and want to dress things up a bit. I’d show you a picture, but I asked Andrew to take it which means I have an excellent shot of my butt and three very bad pictures of my pony tail. I’ve spared you from those.

You’re welcome.

I’m now a firm believer that we curly, thick-headed types should definitely have this in our Hair Arsenal. It doesn’t tear or damage the hair (something my curls appreciate) and yet will still hold rock solid, even during a work-out.

Jackie has generously offered to send one of you your very own flexi-clip. Keep reading for instructions on how to enter.

Speaking of hair, I have a giveaway for all of you adoptive parents out there. Dr Brooke Jackson, M.D., an adoptive mom herself, sent me a copy of her book Child of Mine: Caring for the Skin and Hair of Your Adopted Child to share with you. I read it and it’s a good basic lay-out of all the different skin and hair types God made and how they each have unique needs.

If you haven’t got anybody to ask, this book is a great place to start.

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Now, I know not everybody who wants a hair clip will want a book, so we’re gonna do two giveaways in one. Can you handle it?

First, if you plan to enter either giveaway, leave me a comment telling me your latest hair disaster story and then enter in the rafflecopter. That’s a required entry.

Second, you can enter both giveaways if you want, just click on each rafflecopter and follow the instructions. I’ll pick a winner on Wednesday night.

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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!

And don’t forget to link up with the Parent’hood, too!




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Costuming, Or Lack Thereof

Moving on to the costuming portion of our medieval feast/knight party. Here we are, in all of our ridiculous glory:

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A sweet friend sewed the chain mail hoods and wraps for the arms and legs. I made the helmets for the boys out of pizza boxes and duct tape. And managed to slice my finger in the process.

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I tried to model the hat for you. My hair was too big.

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Meanwhile, Mira, who didn’t have a costume, bless her, managed to get ahold of other folks’ accessories and look pretty medieval.

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Also, she looked better in my hat than I did.

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Ellen and Willa were princesses. They decorated their hats with stickers that included stars, circles, and guitars, which I’m sure they intended to be medieval lutes.

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Right, Willa?

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Andrew was my hero, as always. He didn’t complain one bit that his wife hates to sew and could only contrive to make him kingly with a cut-up duvet cover, some fake fur pinned to his “collar” with safety pins, and a posterboard crown. He wore his outfit bravely for most of the evening, no matter how much his buddies ribbed him. I adore this man.

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He also carved up the chickens, which is not only heroic, but makes him extra hunky in my book.

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p.s. Thanks to all the lovely young ladies who supplied these pictures. I would not dare take credit for such non-blurry, zoomed-in pictures.

p.p.s. Thanks to my sister who loaned me her fancy dress. I’m so glad somebody in the family got the sewing genes.

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Or Maybe I Should Just Clean Off The Nightstand

So I’m on some new medicine for headaches.  And it really makes getting up in the morning difficult.  I don’t mean to imply that getting up was ever very easy for me, but now it is double the struggle to pry my eyelids open.  I’m sleeping so hard at night that I don’t move.  Ever.  I wake up with one arm cocked weirdly under my head that is so stiff I need five minutes just to get my elbow out of my ear.

The new Medication of Extreme Exhaustion also results in hilarity while I try to hoist myself from the confines of my cozy bed.  Which is how I ended up knocking not just the lip balm and a bottle cap off my night stand, but an entire jar of peanut butter… with my hair.

The ginormous pony tail on top of my head was the first and only part of my body to achieve uprightness this morning and I guess I slung my head in the general direction of the nightstand.  The result was nothing short of Godzilla-like while I thrashed about, hunting the button on the alarm clock and grunting every time another object met my pony tail and fell to its death on the carpet.

If Andrew had been conscious, he would have laughed.

Instead, he had a delayed reaction about thirty minutes later when he decided it would be funny to bring up the carnage my hair had wrought this morning.

Just for that, I’m going to make him clean the chocolate peanut butter stain off the carpet…

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5 Year Blogiversary Giveaway

So.  Five years, huh?

I’ve been saving this giveaway for months.  I did some promoting for 147million at Blissdom in February and I got to keep a few pairs of earrings.  I liked them so much, I wanted to share them with you.

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These are cow bone earrings, made by women in Uganda.  The women are paid fairly for their work and it helps them support themselves and their families.  147million sells the earrings to raise money to help hungry and orphaned children.  I love my moo-cow earrings.  But let’s be real here.  These sweet tortoise shell earrings?  They would get lost in my tortoise shell mop hair.  Can you spy the earring in my hair?

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I rest my case.  So, it’s bright colors for me.  See how fun they are?

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My green earrings are HUGE and funky.

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But I must warn you, do not go to the door wearing the big green earrings and a messy pony tail that is sideways from an afternoon nap.  The UPS man doesn’t expect to be greeted by Cyndi Lauper.

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Anywho, these earrings are sure to be an “every day” item to add to your wardrobe.  They’d match almost anything.  And if they happen to match your hair, too, there’s always a pony tail…

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Because I love you all SOOOOOO much, I’m also going to throw in a free bag of HopeSuds, your choice of scent.

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I usually hate giveaways that require you to go out and DO something to win.  So, technically, I won’t.  Just leave a comment here and you’re entered to win.  However, in the interest of promoting good causes, I’m going to offer you some extra-credit options, if you choose.

  • If you tweet or facebook about 147million and come back here and tell me in the comments, you can have another entry.
  • If you tweet or facebook about HopeSuds and come back here and tell me in the comments, you can have two more entries.  (Shameless, aren’t I?)

Edited to add:  It would help me a lot if you would please leave separate entries for each of these extra-credit thingies.

Giveaway ends Friday night at midnight.  Y’all have fun!

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Vitafam Goes Public

Last Thursday, the kids all had super special fun playdates at other people’s houses.  I took advantage of an empty house and had a friend come over to help me give the place a good scrubbing.  (My first inclination was to run screaming around the house and then to eat all the chocolate.  But I pretty much eat all of the chocolate anyway.)

When the kids came home, I had about ten minutes to pull myself together and keep the kids from trashing the place before the doorbell rang.  We had an interview scheduled with a local county paper to talk about adoption and HopeSuds.  The kids were fairly cooperative, even when the photographer wanted posed pictures of everyone grating soap and looking cute.

You can go here to read the article.  And since I had enough sense to pull my hair back, many of you will be seeing my profile for the first time since 2006.

Now here’s the funny part:  The reporter and photographer left and my kitchen was covered in soap particles.  So basically, it was like the whole Cleaning Binge never happened.  I rounded a corner and found Ellen in the kitchen, cheerfully grating soap all by herself.  She told me proudly, “I gway-ding soap so we can bwing home our bay-bee from Oo-gandah!”

And everybody said Awwwwwwww.  Of course, as soon as no one was looking, she turned up the charm to the 4th power.  You can see some video footage on the HopeSuds Facebook fan page.

One more link for those of you who purchased or want to purchase the Sseko sandals I told you about.  My incredibly talented sister Rebekah figured out a new way to tie her Ssekos (no ankle straps!  just slip them on!) and it’s up on the Sseko Designs YouTube page.

I wisely kept my hair out of the footage.

I’m all about public service, people.

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The One Meal Where Our Kids Weren’t The Ones Doing The Banging Around

A few weeks ago, we went out with Uncle Stik and Aunt Katie to a Japanese restaurant to celebrate all the recent birthdays.  Our children were naturally suspicious.

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Even the older kids felt a bit intimidated by all the clanging and banging.  Or maybe it was the disco ball that went off every now and then.

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And then the chef set the grill on fire and, well, I’m just glad no one screamed.

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I’m not sure Ellen could have clamped her hands down on her ears any harder.  Although why she was so concerned about protecting her ears from the fire is beyond me.  I was more concerned for my own head of hair, which is a fire hazard unto itself.

Willa remained nonplussed by the whole affair.  Fascinated, but relatively unconcerned.

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And, eventually, even Ellen loosened up a bit.  Not enough that she removed her hands from her head, but still…

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Despite being terrified of their food preparation, the kids loved dinner and seemed to enjoy the experience.

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And since it was probably the quietest our children have ever been during mealtime, I vote we go every week!

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Snapshots

I attended the visitation for a young mother who was killed last week.  Behind the family they had a slideshow running with pictures.  There were so many pictures of her with the children she has left behind.  Heart-breaking.  And, because I selfishly personalize everything, I got to thinking about how many pictures I have of me with my children.

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Not as many as I’d like.

I tend not to take pictures with me in them.  Partly because I get overshadowed by my hair.

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Partly because I’d like to erase about 15 pounds off my body and my memory by taking no pictures until I am miraculously back into my pre-baby jeans.

And then there’s that whole “somebody has to stay out of the picture in order to operate the camera” issue.

But in the face of tragedy and with the reality that we are all but a breath hanging over me, I have vowed to turn the camera around and take more pictures.  I want to capture moments of our kids with US.  Their parents.

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Even if I’m not wearing any make-up.

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Even if my hair is in another zip code.

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Even if blurriness and hilarity ensues.

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Even if we all look ridiculous in the end.

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Because every second is precious.  And so is every snapshot.

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The Faces of Vitafam

We got our first few Christmas cards in the mail today.  Very punctual of you all!  The chatter on twitter and in the blogosphere seems to be all about getting pictures made, finding the right place to order cards, hands cramping with all the addressing…  I love getting cards.  I love looking at the faces and seeing how they’ve changed and how they’ve stayed the same.  I love looking at the new family additions (We’re not the only ones who procreate, apparently).

A long time ago, we gave up on such a thing as a “holiday picture” or a Christmas letter.  I used to send out Christmas emails, but even that has fallen by the wayside in recent years.  This here blog o’ ours keeps everybody about as up to date as they can stand.  Any more information and we would cross the line of what’s appropriate, don’t you think?

Still, if I did send out a Christmas letter this year, this would be the picture I would send with it.

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It’s messy, assymetrical, un-posed, and my hair is at the forefront.  Just like most moments in our life.  But the best part is the sheer, unadulterated joy on our faces.  We’re blessed to have each other.  We’re loving this ride, even though it’s crazy.  And we’re on this adventure together.

Plus, we’re obviously very good ticklers.

Can’t wait to show you our faces next year.  And keep praying with us for that new little face we hope to bring home…

As always, photo credit goes to my genius sister, Abbi.

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When Mama Syncs Her iPhone

I had over 20 pictures on my iPhone when I plugged it in to sync tonight.  It’s amazing to me the vast array of random that gets photographed and stored over a couple of days.  Like this:

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Or this:

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Here’s a cornucopia of head shots of people you don’t know from the Day Of The Great Hair Marathon:

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That’s Aubrey’s hair.  She went from “a bit of wave” to “wavy glam” in a matter of minutes.  And then there’s my sister, who will hate me for putting this picture up, but aren’t her curls fantastic?

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And here’s my lovely step-mom taking her “after” shot.

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The very next picture on the “roll?”  This one:

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Rather abrupt, isn’t it?

Then I tried to take you all an “after” shot of my own hair, but had trouble grasping that I was supposed to look at myself in the mirror, not the camera.  My genius knows no bounds.

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When Andrew took me out for my birthday, I requested “a lot” of butter for my baked potato.  Our waiter couldn’t remember to bring me water, but the guy delivered on that butter.

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And I refuse to tell you how much of that I used.  But I bet you can guess.

I found Ellen a sweet pair of boots at the consignment sale.  Here she is modeling them for us, because nothing says “break out your faux fur” like a 90 degree day in August.

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Finally, Sam and I had to go pick out some new glasses today.  I’ll save the pics of Sam for when he gets his new specs in, but here was my attempt to show Andrew what my new glasses will look like.

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They’re red, y’all.

I figured now that I’m 30, I should go for a more “subtle” look.

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