Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Discipline


Of all the every day struggles we face in parenthood, discipline remains the most
daunting to me.  It is a necessary evil, a part of the mama and daddy package right
along with snuggling and enjoying precious milestones.  Children are born with a
natural instinct to test their boundaries, explore their options, and get into trouble as
a result.  And, even though it is our responsibility to show them the way and teach them
right from wrong, it doesn't make it any easier when they pout their lips and cry.
Because our girls are 6 years apart, they are at very different places discipline wise.
Isabelle is a typical 7 year old: she has just discovered the power of eye rolling, feels the
need to negotiate every request we make of her, and frequently gets in trouble at school
for talking to her friends during class.  In many ways, disciplining Isabelle is much easier
than correcting Brees because she can understand exactly what you are saying,
contemplate your message, and then put it into action.  This is also what makes parenting
her harder: she sometimes blatantly disobeys, knowing exactly what she is supposed to
do but then going her own way regardless.  She is very strong willed and
determined: wonderful character traits when used productively but not in the case
of disobeying your parents and family rules.
Brees, at 10 months, is quite the busy bee.  She is discovering the world and learning
new things each and every day, typically in the form of destroying every room of our
house.  She is an explorer, digging in every nook and cranny she is able to occupy.  She is,
in most every way, a very easy baby: rarely cries and has an overall sweet and
pleasant demeanor.  But, in the last month, she has begun protesting when we take
things away from her, sometimes to the point of screaming and throwing herself to
the ground.  She is learning the fine art of temper tantrums and the impending stage
of toddlerhood is right around the corner, bringing with it many tear filled episodes.  This
is a crucial age for her: the time to teach her that temper tantrums lead to negative
attention rather than getting you what you want (a lesson some adults never learn).
So what to do?  How do you control the chaos?  How do you teach your children to
behave themselves and be respectful yet still foster their vivacious spirits and embrace
their energy?  We struggle daily with the answers to these questions, trying to form
a strategy that works best for our family and gives our girls the skills they will need to
be happy, disciplined, well rounded adults.  Patience, consistency, and being on the same
page with your spouse is key.  Be slow to anger and discipline out of love.  My mother
once gave me the best advice: "Discipline is a form of love as important as showing
affection and paying compliments.  You discipline your children BECAUSE you love
them, because you care enough about them to want the best for them.  Guilt should not
be a part of the equation, you are simply preparing them for life and showing them that
limits are a part of reality".
What a smart lady, my mama.
For now, our discipline routine for Isabelle revolves around positive reinforcements and
time outs.  We follow Super Nanny's routine for time out and, as cheesy as those types
of television shows can be, it really works.  Jo Frost says to get down to your child's
height level and speak to them rather than hovering over them and be intimidating.
She instructs parents to be firm yet full of love, to be consistent and give positive praise
and encouragement.  We use reward charts with Isabelle and she is able to win prizes
each week for good behavior.  With Brees, we simply redirect her to another activity
when she starts crying in protest.  If we take something away that she is not supposed
to have and she begins throwing a tantrum, we move her to another area, give her
something that she IS allowed to have, sing her a song and try to take her mind off of
the heightened situation.  None of this is easy by any means, especially when we've
just arrived home from a full day's work and all we want to do is enjoy our children and
spend time with them.  It's so much easier to just give in and not go through all the motions
of setting things straight, but that's not fair to our kids.
Nor to our sanity.
This is part of parenthood, no matter how difficult and taxing it can be.  Shawn and
I constantly remind each other that by disciplining our kids now, we are preparing them
to be loving, responsible adults later.  It makes me cry sometimes when I have to put
Isabelle in the corner or cut out an activity that she really enjoys, but I have to
remember that I'm doing these things because I love her, I love Brees, and no one ever
said that this whole mama thing was all pink ponies and cotton candy.  It's hard work,
no matter how you look at it.
But I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Steppin' Out Saturday


Saturday, we stepped out downtown for a local art festival.  Shawn's favorite uncle
and cousins are visiting us from California and we have had the best time showing
them around our beloved Louisiana.  Jennifer and I are kindred spirits and have been
soul connected since we first met so many years ago.  We have watched her grow into
the most beautiful young lady, months away from earning her Art History degree from
ASU, wise beyond her years and so full of positive energy.  One of the most beautiful parts
of marriage is gaining another family, adding to the tribe you call your own.  I am so
thankful for extended family and long weekends with the ones I love.
Not the best SOS representation, but Brees has basically been living in the Ergo and so
a part of my ensemble they both shall be.  This little love has been a bit fussy with two
new teeth breaking through and she is in need of some extra attention in the form of
being glued to my hip.  Thank God for carriers and amber teething necklaces.
Not only were we able to view several amazing art exhibits and a slew of local talent, but
we also had the opportunity to make some art of our own.  Cardboard wrapped in
aluminum foil, painted with oil pastels, and then toothpicks used to create
embossed designs: beautiful new additions to our living room wall!  Isabelle is a natural
when it comes to all things creativity and I am constantly inspired by her
artistic eye.
It was a beautiful day, walking around our lovely downtown area, murals and
sculptures, music and great company.  I bought an iron sculpture from a local artist
made of scrap metal from his farm.  He and his wife raise cattle and sugar cane and
create amazing ornaments using recycled goods.
Score.


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Saturday, October 8, 2011

Glimpse


This week was all about focusing our energy on our house and nurturing our
environment.  Shawn and I both took a day off work together and gave our home some
much needed love.  We steam cleaned our rugs, cleaned ceiling fans and windows, weeded
out our gardens, and planted new annuals.  Our back patio is now filled with mums
and pumpkins and their presence makes fall seem a little bit closer, despite the
warm temperatures.  We ran errands and refinished patio furniture, did some shopping
and cleaned our cars.  At the end of the day, it's such an amazing feeling to look around
and feel warm, clean energy flowing through your home.
Here's a glimpse of a few things that made me smile this week:
Being outdoors...
October weather means open windows, dirt on my hands, and the last of the long
summer nights.  Watching sweet Isabelle ride her Daddy's John Deer, a country girl at
heart despite her pink dress and purple Barbie heels.  She's growing into such a
beautiful, graceful young lady and her evolution is an amazing experience to witness.
Haircuts in the kitchen...
My beautiful cousin, the best hairdresser I know, came over for a visit and a fresh new
cut, making me feel beautiful and giving me a serious case of the giggles!  To make things
a little more interesting, Brees refused to be anywhere other than my lap.  We tried
bribing her with crackers and toys with absolutely no luck.  The days of sitting in a nice
salon, relaxing and getting pampered, seem like a distant memory.  These days, it's all
about homegrown haircuts in the kitchen, breastfeeding while getting a blow-out,
laughing with my sweet cousin and praying that my hair comes out in one piece.
Luckily, she's a pro.
Sweet babies trying new foods...
While making fajitas for my bottomless pit family, I fed baby Brees bits of bellpepper
and giggled as I watched her slowly, carefully test the new vegetable waters.  She is
becoming more adventurous with her food choices everyday and her appetite is insatiable.
I love the faces babies make when they try new foods...
Here's to a wonderful weekend, dear friends.  
May your days be filled with love and 
light and simple moments that make you smile!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Up-Do for You


As a full-time home health nurse and full-time mama to two little girls, I wear my long,
thick hair up most days.  I find it challenging to maintain my personal style while also
being practical about the active, hectic lifestyle I am immersed in.  My everyday ponytail
has worn out its welcome and I've been on the hunt for an up-do that will show my hair
off while also keeping it out of my way.
Enter the sock bun: an easy, inexpensive way to give your hair volume and style while
also keeping it out of reach from sticky little hands.  The Paper Mama has a fantastic
tutorial on how to create a sock bun that I followed and will share with
you here.
Step One: Cut the toe of your sock off, creating a tube-like shape.  The sock will be
used to create volume.  Added bonus: this technique is also a no-heat curl method!
Step Two:  Gather your hair in a ponytail and secure it with a ponytail holder.  You
can variate your bun by placing your ponytail high or low, it's all about what look you
are going for.  With your ponytail in place, wrap your sock into a doughnut like shape
and place it on your ponytail.
Step Three:  Begin wrapping your hair using your sock/doughnut device.  There are
a hundred different videos on You Tube that explain this process in detail, but I just
followed the Paper Mama's video and practiced several times.  You can't really mess this
up: simply roll the sock down, wrapping your hair around it.
Step Four:  Tuck, adjust, voila!  Because my hair is naturally curly and has lots of layers,
I had to adjust the strays once my bun was in place.  Don't be afraid to use bobby
pins, molding cream, and hairspray.
Hints and Tips:
My hair styles best when it is dry and a bit dirty * Work a molding gel or styling cream
from root to tip before styling to get a good hold * Use a light mist of hairspray
after everything is in place to hold it there * I added a small braid to the side to keep
my shorter layers in place * This bun can be worn super tight and neat or messy and
natural, high in a top knot or low for a more formal occasion, it's so versatile * When you
pull your hair out of the sock bun, you will be surprised to find pretty, wavy hair!  Just
like the no heat method using a head band, the sock acts as a no heat curl device, taking
your hair from day to night!
I added a head scarf for a little flair...
A pretty flower for everyday wear...
Isabelle, my budding fashionista, couldn't wait to try the sock bun as well!  I plan to use
this technique for her ballet recital to create a show stopping look...
Head on over to the Paper Mama for more hair tutorials and creative ways to
express your style!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Love


Eleven years ago, I married my best friend.  We eloped in Las Vegas with only two of
our best friends in attendance.  The idea of escaping to the desert and keeping this life
changing ritual all to ourselves was incredibly romantic to us.  I wore a white dress
that Shawn's late grandmother bought for me, my own grandmother's ring on my little
finger.  We recited the vows spoken by couples in love for thousands of years, our eyes
locked and our souls connected.  Shawn sang our favorite song to me under the stars
after carrying me out of the little white chapel.  We danced under the big Nevada moon
and called each other by our new names: husband and wife.
Eleven years later, I love him a thousand times more than I did on that night in Las
Vegas.  We have seen each other through years of growth and change, dreams manifested
and heartache realized.  We have made each other laugh, brushed tears from each
other's cheeks.  We've rejoiced over our greatest accomplishments, been crushed
by devastating disappointments.  But we did it all, together.  When the day seemed
darkest and impossible, we stood firm and fought the roughest seas.
Together.
Eleven years of marriage and we bought our first home.  Our very own dream house,
an endless assortment of home improvement projects and trips to the hardware store.
We have renovated almost every room of this home ourselves.  Together.  It is our pride
and joy, our blood sweat and tears, a decade of money saving and dream wishing
come true.
Eleven years of marriage and we are parents to Isabelle and Brees.  They are everything
to us, two little angels we used to dream about before we were even married.  We've
always wanted a family, always talked about kids.  And here we are, giving bubble baths
and wiping noses, one more story before bed and piggy back rides down the stairs.  We
want more, but will be satisfied with whatever God blesses us with.  Life is busy with
growing careers and two little girls wanting all of us, but we are learning the fine art
of balance, one day at a time.
Eleven years of marriage and he still makes me laugh, still drives me crazy, still makes
me raise my voice when I know I shouldn't.  He has become much more reserved, I
have become much more confident.  We are both more slow to anger, more careful with
our words.  We have learned to pick our battles, accepted that you can not change a person
in who they are.  I need to become more patient, he needs to work on letting his
pride rest.  Eleven years of marriage and we have learned to value our own
individual alone time.  We appreciate not having to be together all the time and have
settled into a place of contentment with ourselves.  We have a lot of shared interests
and spend way too much time talking about music, football, and Home Depot.
In that order.
We are each other's biggest fans.
Eleven years and we are wise enough to know that the words "easy" and "marriage" do
not belong in the same sentence.  We work for everything we have, keeping our eyes on
the prize and our minds focused on what's real and true.  When we fall on hard times and
lose sight of each other, one of us takes the brunt and pulls the other back up.  And we
never forget the words we spoke on the night we promised ourselves to each other: I want
to walk this earth with you.  Hand in hand, one experience after another, little hands
relying on us to lead them through.
Walking this earth together.
I love you, Shawn Scott.
Thank you for letting me be my own free bird and loving me for it.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Steppin' Out


This weekend, Shawn and I stepped out to celebrate our 11 year wedding anniversary!!
We honored our promise to each other to have at least one date night a month, all alone,
just the two of us.  I wore heels and my special perfume, Shawn held the door for me and
held my hand.  We went to the kind of restaurant you only go to once a year, dimly lit and
so romantic.  We sat close to one another, tucked away in a booth made just for two,
and talked about how lucky we are.  We ate the most delicious food and then he ordered
me strawberry cheesecake for dessert.  We had planned on seeing a movie but decided to
go home instead, ending our night in our pajamas on the couch, watching Inside the NFL
and enjoying the peace and quiet of sleeping children.  It was a magical night and I am such
a lucky girl.  Eleven years into marriage and he still gives me butterflies on date night.
Here's what we wore...
 


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