18May

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.

Are you ready?

Get set…

Go!
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Standing Still In The Spin (Plus, a Spiffy Hippo Giveaway)

I know a lot of people talk about their “one word” for the year. For this life we lead, though?

There are no words.

Instead, I have a sort of mental image in my mind. First, imagine me standing in the middle of this panorama surrounded by children and laundry, and the room is spinning at a mind-blurring rate. As my little world spins around me, I can only be still and raise my hands. :

In the middle of the spinning, God’s got me with my hands up. Sometimes it’s in prayers of supplication, sometimes I’m begging for mercy, and sometimes I can do nothing but lift my hands in glory to the Creator of all things.

Because He gives us His stories to tell, I go back to my story and it’s beginnings. The girl who wanted to be a mama and thought she never would be. Who in loss and in waiting and in wailing, raised her hands and said, “Whatever You will.”

And look what He willed, y’all:

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Seven pairs of feet to wash, literally and figuratively, every day. This hangs in the center of our home, our one big stone of testament to God’s faithfulness to two crazy kids who asked God to make them a family.

When I stand in the middle of the whirling, swirling dervish, this reminder of His faithfulness is at the center. It fairly screams out “Glory!!!” no matter how I’m feeling about my situation in that moment.  And so I raise my hands…

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Our new canvas was printed by Spiffy Hippo and I hope you can take a minute with me to revel in its beauty. Such a huge difference in quality between this canvas and my last one. Spiffy Hippo is owned by dear friends of ours who put extra love and care into their work… and it shows:

They’re offering one of YOU lucky readers a chance to order your own canvas testament to God’s faithfulness in your life. Leave a comment and tell me what you’d get printed if you win one 16 x 20 canvas.

 
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Whew. I’m Exhausted. How About A Giveaway?

Ok, that coffee and convo was so much fun. It was “almost” like we were really chatting. And I was doing it all in my best Linda Richmond accent, you just couldn’t hear me.

If you haven’t gone back and read through the discussion in the comments, please do. So much to think about!!

Anyway, after all that fun, we need a giveaway, yes?

That Cheeky Maiden of ours, she’s got a $5 gift certificate for one of you. That’s just enough to buy your loved one (or yourself) a bath bomb before Valentine’s Day, right? (I suggest the Love Shack Bomb. For obvious reasons. Although “Her Royal Highness” is perfectly wonderful, too.)

Leave a comment telling me who you’d gift with some Cheeky product (I promise, it’s okay to say yourself). Let’s make this a Flash Giveaway, just for kicks. You’ve got until 11 pm CST to enter.

Go…
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THINKS

When I was in elementary school, I had a teacher who gave us a study sheet before we would start a new unit. She titled it THINK or “Things I Need To Know.”

This always bothered me because the TH used two letters for one word and then there wasn’t a letter for To.

And yet, this is what came to mind when I sat down to write to you all tonight with a list of links and other things I think you need to know.

Further proof that our elementary school years are the ones that warp us and that I should be very concerned for the children under my tutelage.

THINKS (Or, Things I Need You To Know…S):

1 – I played around with a new video app yesterday called Montaj. I made you a video of what a typical morning around my house looks like. If only I’d had this app when I was sweating blood and tears over my recent Simple Homeschool post, I could have just SHOWED you what my day looked like, set to music and with all the gnashing of teeth edited out.

2 – Speaking of gnashing of teeth, Finn is trying to get some teeth to gnash. In the meantime, he’s gnashing his gums in misery. I sent out a cry for help on the Vitafam facebook page and got a myriad of great suggestions to try. He’s now rocking his amber necklace and smells fantastic from all the essential oils I’ve smothered him with.

If you’re not playing along on the Facebook page, you should be. You guys single-handedly helped me pick all of Ellen’s birthday gifts this year. (hint: go here to find out what we got her!)

3 – You can now subscribe to the Vitafam feed via email, if that is your preferred method. Click the orange button on the right up in the sidebar.

4 – In case you haven’t noticed, the Vitafam’s favorite soap lady is back in the sidebar advertising bath bombs. The Cheeky Maiden moved to a new state but she’s open for business once more and is offering you lucky readers a discount:

LOVEBOMB will get you 15% off any bath bomb through the end of February. STOCK UP, PEOPLE. You won’t regret it.

5 – If you watch the video, I mention Reading Kingdom. We’ve been test driving it this year (for you, I do it all for you, sweet readers) and I should have a review for your shortly. In the meantime, you can find out more here.

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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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Cute Toes Are Always In Order – A Jamberry Giveaway

Our featured sponsor for this month is Evin from Jamberry Nail Shields.

Once I figured out what that actually MEANT, I gave a little squeal of delight. It’s to make my TOES pretty, y’all!

Jamberry makes these non-toxic, non-latex nail shields that are meant to replace all the formaldehyde polish that we so enjoy putting on our nails. (They’re also Vegan, should anyone feel inspired to eat them.)

When Evin contacted me and offered to let the Vitafam girls give them a try, Ellen and I were only too willing to be guinea pigs. Anything for the sake of blog research, y’all. Anything.

Putting our nails to the test with, oh, say A BIG MOVE seemed like a good idea. So somewhere in between coughing fits and dumpster diving for boxes (I kid you not), Ellen and I dashed off to the bathroom to try out the nail shields Erin sent us.

I regret to inform you that I don’t have a picture of Ellen’s nails. She chose some funky pink hearts and pink zebra prints to alternate on her fingers. She was eight different kinds of sassy, I assure you.

HOWEVER, this was during the Great IPhone Illness of ‘Aught Twelve and I couldn’t photograph her glory. And, sadly, I had a user failure and they didn’t stick very well to her nails. Which is why I found several pretty nails left in the popcorn bowl after movie night. I learned later, though, that was totally my fault and that I really should learn to follow directions better.

Because when I actually paid attention to the instructions… VOILA! Pretty nails.

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Not nearly as cute as those seven little feet we hang out of the railing, but still, cute. (P.S. New blog design headed our way soon. Can’t wait to show it off!)

You use a blow dryer and a set of tweezers to apply these little suckers. There’s an array of sizes to pick from on one sheet. Finding a size that matched my nails was easy. I learned the trick was to hold the nail under the blow dryer until it was literally flapping like it was going to fly away. That was my sign it was good and hot and ready to apply. It was also helpful to trim the excess with a good sharp pair of nail scissors.

I got much faster and much better the more I did it, which is why my toes are still precious and Ellen has one sassy nail left. But Willa got her big toes done up and that has also lasted well. So do not let my failures deter you. These are cute as ever and if they will continue to withstand the rigors of moving as well as they have so far, they get the two thumbs up seal of approval.

The girls and I love using “nail time” as a great way to build relationships and giggle. A lot. This is a fantastic alternative to getting high on all the polish fumes. You should try them.

Updated to add: There’s also a cyber Monday deal going on today. Rotating deals throughout the day starting at 11 cst. Jambery will deeply discount one pattern until the supply is out, then feature another. The first 4 designs are holographic, peace signs, pink camo, and holiday snowflakes. Sale offers all have free shipping.

Even better, Evin has generously offered to give away two sheets of nail shields to one lucky winner. (One sheet should cover a set of hands and feet. And they have junior sizes for your small people.)

Go check-out Erin’s site and leave a comment telling me which design floats your boat. You’ve got 24 hours to make it so.
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Flash Giveaway – Quick, like as fast as my kids can eat a cookie

No time at all. That’s what you’ve got to enter this sponsor giveaway.

It’s the end of October and our sponsors get a little head nod. Aubrey wants to give you the head nod right back, so she’s giving away this Thirty-One Flat Iron Case (the print is Organic Poppy.)

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Can we all take a minute to let the irony of this sink in? Aubrey is giving away something to hold a FLAT IRON? On a blog that is ful of CURLY-HEADED PEOPLE?

How can you NOT enter a giveaway so rife with irony?????

Do it quick, though, because you’ve only got until 11:59 EST tonight to get it done!! Winner takes all!
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Love Feast Velvet Pumpkins – Heirloom Giveaway

I don’t do seasonal decor.

Seriously.

I am the running joke of the cul de sac because you will never be able to determine the season by looking at my front door. There aren’t any wreaths. No holiday flags. Nothing festive or indicative of cheer. It’s a house. We live there. The end.

One year, my neighbors took it upon themselves to decorate our yard for us. We came home to two lit up reindeer and a giant inflatable snowman in the front yard. What was even funnier was that one neighbor insisted we give the snowman back that night so it could return to its rightful place in her yard.

Anything that decorates the inside of my house has to be low on the clutter spectrum. We have too many kids to bring in more clutter. And I like it to have meaning. I don’t want a collection of 72 nutcrackers in the house, I want the nine that my sister-in-law gave us as the longest running gag gift in history.

The kids, however, would like a little festivity. So we settle for some construction paper turkeys the kids made at Thanksgiving and our naked tree branches at Christmas.

And everybody is happy.

I recently had the privilege of spending a weekend with several blogging friends. The LoveFeast girls were there and pressed these tiny velvet pumpkins into our hands. I’d seen them, of course. If you’ve read the Nester or Pioneer Woman, you’ve seen these pumpkins.

But to hold one, that’s different.

They feel so… comfy. Soft, squeezable, elegant, and just right.

I took my pumpkin home and tossed it on the dining room table in my frenzy to unpack. For the next 24 hours, I found that pumpkin all over the house: the laundry room, the floor of the living room, under the table, on the counter. The kids wandered around holding it, making up stories about it, singing songs to it. It was touchable and, check it, SEASONAL.

Andrew and I talked it over and decided a purchase was in order. Now we have a stack of pumpkins that look like this:

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I love that they can live in my house from September until Christmas. And if I want to, I can yank the orange ones and leave them out well into March. And maybe longer… (I’m not big on change once I find something I like.)

I love that they’re kid-friendly (They have to be gentle, of course. No baseball.) Most days, the pumpkins look more like this:

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Or this:

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I snapped this picture and walked away. A fist fight broke out not five seconds later over the pumpkins. True story.

Most of all, I love that these will hold up. They’re timeless. It’s one of those things I want the kids to expect to be sitting out when they come home in the fall twenty years from now. (Lord, please let some of them come home…. Wait, no, let some of them leave so they can come home…)

I remember growing up there was a little brass angel that spun around and tinkled when its candles were lit. It was the most annoying thing ever. And yet every year, it sat out on the piano and we played with it and talked about how obnoxious it was. I think it eventually went to “the farm” or wherever it is annoying toys go to die, but it’s one of those unforgettable things that I know if we still had it, we’d drag it out every year and expect it to be just as annoying and just as necessary to the season as the Christmas tree.

That’s what I think these pumpkins are. Only they’re not obnoxious. They’re beautiful. Changeable. Something to cherish and use. They’re an heirloom absolutely worth saving your pennies for.

But one of you won’t have to. The LoveFeast ladies are letting me GIVE AWAY SOME PUMPKINS.

One lucky winner will get a TRIO of the LoveFeast pumpkins (just like mine!)

Here’s how to enter:

Mandatory: Leave me a comment telling me your favorite childhood seasonal decor or a favorite heirloom you have now.

Optional: Like Vitafamiliae and LoveFeast Table on Facebook.

*Some of you have complained that you couldn’t enter giveaways because you weren’t on Facebook so I made the comment the only thing required and it will get you more points in Rafflecopter. Congratulations if you understand that last sentence because I barely do.
Ok. Enough rules. Go forth and enter:

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To Be Centered

A few weeks ago I attended a blogger event at Cahaba Clayworks. Andrew and I were in the throes of fixing up the house and it seemed like really awful timing to leave for an evening, but I was committed and Andrew thought a break would do me good.

We sat and watched two masters spin clay while they tried to explain their craft in short easy sentences we could understand. One of the potters explained Centering: the clay needs to be evenly distributed in the center of the wheel so that it won’t wobble and the creation will look the same on all sides.

I quickly discovered that centering the clay was the trickiest part. When I watched the expert hands at work, they seemed to just gently press in and the ball of mud was centered. Then with light fingers they would pull a vase or a cup out of a lump. It was mesmerizing to watch.

But when I sat down at the wheel and tried for myself, I learned that they were actually applying a great deal of downward force on the clay to get it centered.

The wheel would spin wildly and I’d feel the clay be slightly off kilter under my clumsy fingers “ga-loop, ga-loop, ga-loop.”

With some instruction, I leaned in with my shoulders and pressed down with all my might. Suddenly the clay began to simply hum as it spun. Only then could I begin to make something truly lovely.

And that’s sort of what I’ve felt like lately: like the off-centered, off-key lump of clay. Imbalanced by all the spinning and not quite feeling as smooth as I ought.

I need to be centered.

But now I know: only with great pressure can the clay find the even spread.

And so my Potter presses down hard and I cringe and squish and fight, but the spin and the pressure are beginning to take effect. And then once I am centered, He can begin creating with me again, making me into something less lumpy, more beautiful to the eyes.

Fortunately, we’re going to spin our little world over to the beach tomorrow.* The beach is my centering place, where I go to remember I am dust (or mud) and God is so much bigger than all the plates that spin on this planet.

The last time I was at the beach, Mira was the unknown child I longed for, the one I knew was close but so far across the globe. The last time I was at the beach, Finn was outside my field of vision. The last time I was at the beach, I couldn’t have imagined that life could spin any faster. But it did.

So we’re gonna go rest and I’m gonna process and hold my babies and my big kids and swim and think and cry and laugh and soak up my people.

And maybe when I come back, I will hum like I ought and you’ll be able to see the Potter’s fingerprints once again.

To remind me of my day of pottery, I got to bring home a lovely plate for me and one for you.

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*Giveaway Closed* Leave me a comment and tell me where you go to find your center, to balance out the rough spots. I’ll pick a winner this weekend and send this lovely plate to you. Thanks to Rachel at Grasping For Objectivity for including me! Go here to read more about the beautiful place we visited.

*Dear Creepy People: Aubrey will be house-sitting for us while we’re gone. She is Ferocious. You’ve been warned.

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A Big Day And A Giveaway

Today was a majorly big day in the House of Vitafam. Only, for once, we weren’t IN the house of Vitafam. We actually left our house.

Andrew and I packed up some lunches the night before and this morning, at precisely 8 am, my four oldest children trooped out the door wearing backpacks and loaded themselves into the van. At 8:02, the baby was loaded into the van. At 8:03 I discovered my keys were missing. At 8:10 Andrew located the keys in the bottom of my purse, handed me the coffee I so obviously needed, and sent us on our way.

Today was the first day of homeschool co-op. For an entire morning, Sam, Ian, Adam, and Ellen were taught art, music, Spanish, and writing by some other sweet souls.

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They were so excited they were up at 6 am. I know this because I heard Ellen’s feet hit the floor over my head. And then I laid awake for the next hour to be certain that I wouldn’t forget to get up because I was too lazy to just set an alarm already and oh, can you tell we’re going to have to adjust to this leaving the house business?

As I navigated through rain and traffic, we talked cheerfully about the day ahead and all that the kids would get to experience. Shortly before I pulled on to the interstate, I said, “Let me pray for you all before we get there…”

And promptly commenced with the sobbing.

We all laughed at Mommy and her tears and then I hiccuped out a prayer between sobs and my poor children had enough sense to stay quiet while I giggled some more and pulled myself together.

Once we arrived and unloaded, I made them pose for a picture before I turned them loose on the world. Ellen was especially excited (remember 6 am?). After all, Kindergarteners got their very own class. She had a Notebook, a backpack, and a lunch bag with her name on it.

I can absolutely relate to her little girl heart and all the anticipation and tiny anxiety that flutters around that first day of anything new. I remember feeling brave and scared all at the same time.

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To keep the waterworks at bay, I glanced down at my feet and I thought of Annie. My friend Annie wrote a book for the girl-at-heart. It’s the kind of thing Young Lora Lynn would have devoured and taken in. It’s the sort of book full of wisdom I will press into Ellen and Willa and Mira’s hands when they’re older and pondering All The Things.

And today is the day Annie’s book launched. I was wearing my grey tennis shoes, just because they match Annie’s book cover.

See?

I’m so proud of Annie. She dared to dream big, to follow where God led, and to be obedient in the big scary stuff. She is brave, even when she’s scared. And now she has a Big Bad (Good) Book Deal and her dream has exploded into rainbows and I couldn’t be happier for her.

To celebrate, Annie will send one of you lucky readers an autographed copy of her book. Just because she’s Annie and she’s cool that way.

Leave me a comment and tell me what one best bit of advice you would give your daughters or the Younger Version of Yourself. Maybe we can pool our wisdom and write Annie’s next book for her…

*Giveaway closed.*

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