Before Dan met me, all he wanted to do in life was travel the world. The summer after he graduated high school (in 2005) he spent a summer in Europe. Even now, seven years later, he still talks about it all the time. The idea of traveling sounds fun, but it’s never been my dream. But it’s his dream, and because of that, I want to be part of that. It took me a long time, but I surprised him.
I didn’t discover how amazing babywearing was until I had Danny. With Maddi, I had one of those stupid crotch-dangler baby carriers, but I never really used it. It was painful and uncomfortable for me (and probably her too). Unfortunately, I didn’t discover good baby carriers until my second child. But once I did, I fell in love.
When I had Danny, babywearing became a necessity. The first time I went to the grocery store, I didn’t anticipate the problem I would have. Maddi was too little to walk in the store, so she had to sit in the cart. If I had her sitting in the seat, then I had to either carry Danny (which made pushing the cart difficult) or put him in the basket part of the cart in his car seat (which left me little room for groceries). Just getting groceries turned into an extremely stressful ordeal for me.
Unfortunately for me, I was pretty broke at the time. My husband and I were living in my soon-to-be-ex-step-dad’s house in his spare bedroom with our two-year-old and our newborn. It wasn’t the ideal situation and we were struggling. Finding a baby carrier wasn’t easy. My grandma helped me make a simple pouch sling, which worked for a while, but once he got heavier (which he did quickly) it was too uncomfortable for me and it was too much strain for me, especially considering the pain I have from my sacral deformation in my spine.
This is how I learned to sew.
Sewing is a big part of my life. I do it often, and I really enjoy it. I have been told that I’m an amazing seamstress and have an incredible talent, but most people don’t know that sewing didn’t come naturally to me. When I was a kid, I always wanted to sew with my grandma, but I refused to follow patterns and ruined a lot of fabric. My poor grandma would get so frustrated with me and lecture me about how I have to use a pattern and follow instructions, and that if I didn’t, she wasn’t going to help me. I must have frustrated her so much. Then in middle school home economics, I flunked the sewing module. Somehow I managed to screw my projects up in ways my teacher couldn’t imagine.
I found a beautiful baby carrier that I fell in love with. I was just head over heels for this carrier… until I saw the price tag. This carrier was everything I could ever want, but unfortunately, at just shy of $200, it wasn’t an option for us. I decided that I was going to make one and enlisted my grandmother’s help. Of course, I couldn’t find a pattern for one, so my grandma was anxious and doubtful, telling me I couldn’t make one without a pattern, but I was determined. Fortunately this determination paid off. I managed to scrounge up a bit of cash and bought some fabric that was on clearance and gave it my best shot.
This was the very first baby carrier I made. Of course, it doesn’t look nearly as nice (or symmetrical for that matter) as the ones I make now. But, even in it’s lopsided state, it turned out pretty well, considering I had no pattern and drew it out on brown paper bags. Even my grandmother was impressed. She told me that she would have given me a B- if I made that in a home economics class and she was the teacher. I was proud, especially hearing that from my grandmother who had told me it wouldn’t turn out right. Even so, it still wasn’t good enough.
After a few more trial runs and tweaking my pattern a bit, I finally got my carriers to a point at which I was satisfied. At this point, I had a couple for myself, and soon, I started to sell them. I had many women stop me in public, asking about my carrier and I made quite a bit of sales this way.
A new baby on the way
By the time I found out that we were expecting our third child (Averly), I had three carriers that I had made, as well as a Moby wrap. I was very excited about the idea of trying out even more baby carriers with the new baby. By this point, I had made several dozen baby carriers and was quite experienced with it by this point.
While I was pregnant with Ava, I planned to make her a new carrier. All the carriers I had were boy carriers and I knew I wanted something girly and unique. I had two blue swirl carriers that I absolutely adored. I wish I still had these ones.
I actually made three carriers in this design. I sold one and planned to keep the other two. One of them, I gave to a friend who had to move out of state suddenly and needed one for the plane trip, and the other was stolen from me by someone I trusted (and who doesn’t even have children, go figure). These two were my favorite, but even so, I still really wanted a girly carrier for Ava.
As usual, I got really busy when I was pregnant with Ava. Considering I had to travel for her birth, and move all sorts of mountains to have a VBA2C, it wasn’t a typical pregnancy or birth experience. I had planned to make her a carrier while I was pregnant, but I didn’t want to make one until I found out the gender. Well, by the time I found out the gender, things got super busy and I kept procrastinating making the carrier. I was struggling just to get the diapers sewn up before she was born!
Unfortunately for Ava, I never got around to making her carrier before she was born. I did, however, use the Moby wrap with her a lot as a newborn. I love using Moby wraps with brand new babies.
I did try my hand at a beautiful mei-tai designed to look like the Chanel Cambon bags. I absolutely love how it turned out and I used it quite a bit… Unfortunately, it also went missing. I wouldn’t doubt it if the person who stole the blue swirl carrier stole my mei-tai too. It was pretty while it lasted, and instead of the Chanel double C’s, I made overlapping V’s for Van Vleet on it.
I did still have a camo baby carrier from when Danny was a baby. I used it, but I was never crazy for the camo print in the first place (it had been left over from a custom carrier). There wasn’t anything wrong with it, I just wasn’t a big fan of camo prints, especially for a little girl!
I used the camo carrier for a little bit, but like I said, I just wasn’t too crazy for it. I usually ended up putting Ava in the Moby wrap when we were out, but eventually, she got too big for the Moby wrap. You can supposedly use the Moby wrap up to 35lbs, but for me, I found myself uncomfortable using beyond the baby turning six months. You could use it, but once baby got heavier, it was harder on my back. She was also much more active and moving around a lot more, so it didn’t feel as safe for her, since the fabric was stretchier. I love Moby wraps for little babies, but once they get older, heavier and become more active, they aren’t my carrier of choice.
Since she had outgrown the Moby, I sold two of my Moby wraps and then I gave one to one of the women who donated milk to Ava. Then, a few months ago, I sold the camo carrier too. I hadn’t used it in a few weeks, and I really wanted to make a new, girly one for Ava. Of course, I sold it thinking I’d make a new carrier pretty soon, but I ended up procrastinating the task for almost six months. Oops. My bad.
The perfect carrier
When I chose fabrics for the carriers before, I usually just got whatever fabric was cheap or on sale. I either bought cheaper fabric, or fabric that the customer had chosen for their custom carrier. Sure, I liked some of them (like the blue swirl carrier) but they were never the fabric of my dreams. Recently, I decided I was going to search high and low until I found the perfect fabric for my baby carrier. This is the fabric I fell in love with.
I paid a lot more for this fabric than I normally pay for fabric, but it was worth it. It came all the way from Japan. When I got it, I was surprised to discover that I was able to get four carrier pieces out of it. Normally, I can only get two out of a yard, so this was a pleasant surprise. I didn’t cut four though. I cut three carriers, and saved the last of the fabric to make a diaper or two.
It was different making these carriers though. I wasn’t just making one for myself. I was making one to donate to Cloth Cooperative for their fundraiser in September and I was also making one for my little sister, who is pregnant and due to have her baby any day now. Before, I always made my carriers one at a time, but this time, I did it assembly line style, repeating the same step for each carrier, one right after another. It was different. It made it seem like it took forever, especially since I have to go over most of the seams three times! The carriers slowly but surely came together, bit by bit.
I worked on the carriers in the same order for each step. I did Becky’s carrier first, then the one for the auction and then mine. I did mine last for each step because I was the most excited for mine. I figured if mine was last in line, then it would motivate me to finish the other two as well. The carriers all look the same at first glance, but upon further inspection, different parts of the print are upright in each carrier. On my carrier, the little ghost looking things are upright.
Adding the waistband (once it’s assembled) is a relatively quick step (especially in comparison to how long all of the triple x-box stitches take) but it can be frustrating, and usually takes me a while. I finished Becky’s carrier first, then the one for the auction yesterday, and then mine today, just in time to use it while I was Maddi’s parent-teacher conference.
And somehow, despite having spent so much time slaving away over these three carriers this week, I have an urge to make a few more. I’m making one for Alinda that I’ll take to her when we fly in for the holidays. I’m using this fabric and have considering making Ava one in this print too.
And of course, I was so excited after I finished the first carrier (Becky’s) that I had to snap a million photos.
Becky is pretty excited that she’s getting a baby carrier too. Of course, once I finished my carrier, I just had to make a matching diaper. Thankfully I had some black PUL on hand.
So, that’s it. If you made it through this far, congrats on reading all about my excessive love of baby carriers. <3
If you know me, you know I don’t wear makeup very much, and I paint my nails even less. It’s probably safe to say that I wear makeup maybe half a dozen times a year, at most. Even in high school, I didn’t wear makeup much, but I definitely wore it more then than I do now. Most of the time, I don’t feel pretty, or like I have a reason to look good. After all, I spend most of my day wiping snotty noses and changing diapers, and most of the time I’m lucky if I can even manage to snag a shower without all hell breaking loose in the living room.
I don’t like anything.
I don’t really have a reason for not wearing makeup, other than the fact I can never find anything I like. I wear browns and pinks only and I like shimmer and fine glitter (not chunks or globs). I won’t wear anything else. I can’t wear blue or green or anything wild. I just don’t like it. Sure, there’s plenty of browns and pinks (and maybe the occasional silver or white) in the cosmetic section at the store, but I’ve had bad experiences in that department. Nothing is more frustrating than spending an hour browsing through cosmetics, finally finding a few you think you’ll like, only to go home, try them and absolutely hate them after you spend $15 on a single eye shadow. Every time I even think of buying makeup at the store, I usually talk myself out of it. After all, it’s never ended well before so it isn’t likely to now so I may as well save myself the money, the frustration and the clutter in my bathroom from all the makeup I’ll never use.
I found the “Prince Charming” of eye shadow.
A couple years ago, right before I got pregnant with Averly, I was lucky enough to get some sample shadows from OverallBeauty. The samplers were pretty small, but for someone who wears makeup as little as I do, they were more than enough. I loved them though. In my entire life (and the hundreds of shadows I’ve seen and tried) I have never found one that I just loved. It just never happened for me. I never found my eyeshadow equivalent of Prince Charming. But then I found Elf Toes by Overall Beauty and it was love and first sight.
I started using the little sampler jar of it on a pretty regular basis… and then Maddi poured water into it while she was supposed to be in the bathroom going potty. I almost cried. It was my favorite shadow ever, and at the time, I just didn’t have the money to order a replacement. Shortly after this incident, I discovered I was pregnant with Version 3.0 (aka Averly) and I was too pukey to worry about looking pretty… Then after Ava was born and we discovered her medical issues and were fearful that she wouldn’t live. When your baby is wasting away on deaths door, everything else loses it’s importance, makeup, fun, friends, hobbies… Hell, even food loses it’s importance. It was a very dark time for us, but thankfully, that darkness has passed.
Like many parents, I was struggling with my two older children. Getting them to do a simple chore (like picking up toys, or putting their dirty towel in the laundry basket) was worse than pulling teeth. I was so stressed out over it. Getting them to clean their room was World War III and would take several days of nothing but non-stop helicopter supervision and micromanaging. Not to mention the fact that not only were the kids miserable and angry about it, but I was too. It was frustrating and stressful and no matter what approach we took, or what advice we followed, nothing worked. My kids are headstrong and they won’t give up in a battle of the wills.
My husband and I were watching a movie over a month ago and in the movie, there was a scene showing an Amish family. In this scene, there was a little boy, no more than three or four, collecting eggs, milking goats, and helping his father cut wheat. The Amish family wasn’t even a central focus of the movie, but it caught my attention. I couldn’t help but think, “If an Amish boy is collecting eggs, milking goats and cutting wheat, there’s no reason my kids can’t pick up their toys or set the table.”This revelation prompted discussion between my husband and I. Together, we developed a plan.
You have to earn your way in life.
The very next day, we started a new program with the kids. I wasn’t playing easy any more. My kids were going to start pulling their weight and contributing to the family unit. No one is entitled to anything, and we all have to earn the things we have. We developed a system in which the children were rewarded with a poker chip for each chore or task they completed. They could then spend their chips on snacks, movies or television shows, outings, activities, new toys, etc. They could also lose chips for being mean to each other, not cleaning up after themselves, throwing temper tantrums or getting into things they know they shouldn’t.
In just a weekend, we saw our two older make a complete transformation. They loved the new system and were eager to help around the house. They loved both earning and spending their chips. After just a week of following the program, I realized how much less stressed I was, as well as how much cleaner my house was. The kids seemed happier, and we had more time to spend together as a family because I wasn’t stuck slaving away over everyone else’s messes that they just left for me.
After a couple weeks, Maddi wanted to redeem some of the chips she had saved up. She told me that she wanted some purple nail polish, and unfortunately, I made the mistake of picking up a bottle at the store. I bought a bottle of purple glitter polish. The swatch looked great. It was a dark purple with glitter. It was beautiful and looked like it was exactly what Maddi would like.
It was garbage.
When we got home, Maddi wanted to paint her nails immediately with her new polish. I sat down with her to do it and was extremely disappointed. The polish was clear, with giant chunks of horrible looking glitter in it. There was no color to it, just giant chunks of purple glitter. It looked like crap… Like she licked her fingernails and dipped them in the dirt canister on the vacuum. The poor kid was so disappointed. I promised to make it up to her, and bought a bottle at a beauty supply store, but again, it looked nothinglike the swatch on the display rack, and again, she was disappointed.
At this point, I really didn’t know what to do. The beauty supply store had sold me a crappy product (even after I asked if the swatch was true to color), and I definitely didn’t trust the cosmetic section at the grocery store… I happened to get on Facebook at the exact right moment. I was scrolling through my newsfeed with Maddi right next to me, when we saw a picture of some gorgeous purple nail polish from OverallBeauty. Maddi pointed it out and asked for it and I decided to give it a shot, especially since the picture showed not only the color in the bottle, but on actual nails too. I had good experiences with OverallBeauty before, so I was hopeful that I would again.
I decided to let her pick out a couple other colors too, that way that we’d have them on hand for her to earn (rather than having to wait on the mail each time). I went to check out and saw that I was just a little bit away from getting free shipping on my order, so I splurged and bought a new container of Elf Toes and Pink Shimmer. Something came up with my order, so it took a tiny bit longer to get it, but I was thrilled to find a few extra goodies (including another sampler shadow) in my package, free of charge!
I love OverallBeauty. It isn’t a huge corporation. It’s run by an amazingly sweet woman who does her absolute best to meet and exceed her customers’ expectations. Her products are excellent and from here on out, it will be the only place I buy from. It’s just not worth risking it with department stores. Why waste money on something that is probably going to be crap when you could order something great?
Anyway, here’s a few photos from the fun we had with our OverallBeauty goodie bag.
This is Danny.
Danny is quite the character. He’s got a sense of humor. He’s very creative, and the poor boy can break your heart when he’s sad.
Several months ago, while we were in Wasilla, I bought him these shoes at Target. He absolutely loved them, and wore then constantly. The first week after we returned home, he refused to take them off, even at night. He would wear them constantly, even when he had footie pajamas on. You could not get him to take these shoes off.
These are his favorite shoes.
I didn’t mind his over-attachment to his new shoes. In fact, I thought it was cute that he was so in love with them. He always made sure to take good care of them, putting them in a safe place on the rare occasion that he wasn’t wearing them, and keeping them clean. There didn’t seem to be a problem until much later.
His feet grew.
I noticed that his shoes were getting a bit snug and were difficult to put on his feet. I did what any other parent would do. I took Danny to the store and helped him pick out a new pair in a bigger size. Of course, Maddi was super excited, but Danny sat in the cart, his lower lip trembling and tears brimming on his eyes. He wouldn’t talk to me or tell me what shoes he liked. He just hugged his too-small-but-favorite pair to his chest. I tried to explain to him that our store didn’t have those kind of shoes, but he just sobbed as though his heart was broken and the world was ending. Ultimately, I ended up picking out his new shoes.
After we bought Danny new shoes, he refused to wear them. They fit him right. They didn’t appear to be uncomfortable and they were his favorite color. Danny just wasn’t ready to accept the change and move forward in his life. He couldn’t accept the fact that he had grown, and therefore, he and his favorite shoes must part ways. We tried to hide his too-small shoes, but it was difficult to find a moment that they weren’t directly in his sight.. The few times we did manage to swipe his shoes, he realized it quickly, running around the house frantically, panicking and desperately searching for his favorite shoes.
I thought about buying him a new pair of the same shoes, but we don’t have a Target locally, and even if we did, the shoes had been on clearance when we bought them. The store wasn’t likely to still have those same shoes after this much time had passed.
No matter how many times we tried to explain to him that his shoes didn’t fit any more, he still wouldn’t wear his new ones. For weeks, he would spend nearly 15 minutes, forcing his feet into shoes that were too small for him. I told him countless times that if he wore them, his feet would hurt, but apparently the pain was worth it to him because he continued to wear them.
Yesterday, he tried to force his feet into these shoes, but for the first time, even after nearly thirty minutes of struggling, he couldn’t force his feet into his shoes. He started sobbing and trembling, visibly upset. His expression as I attempted to help him put his shoes on, mirrored that of a panicked family member, watching a loved one take their final breaths. I’m not a very emotional person on most days, but seeing my son so grief-stricken, I couldn’t help but feel myself choke up a little, watching his heart break in front of me.
I tried to explain to him that his feet were much too big for the shoes now, and that he couldn’t wear them any longer. He cried, hysterically, and ran to his room and sat in the closet, huddled against the wall, sobbing. I felt so bad for him. This poor, sweet little boy loved his shoes more than anything, and here they were, too small for him, completely useless for his much-too-large feet. All he wanted was to go back in time, to when his shoes still fit him, but try as he may, he just couldn’t make it happen.
I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner, but I never thought to search for his shoes online. While he cried in his room, mourning the loss of his beloved shoes, I scoured the web, searching for his shoes in a large size and I found them. Two pairs, one was size 9, Danny’s current size, and one was size 11. I ordered the shoes immediately.
I can’t wait to give them to him. <3
I made the most disgusting dessert to ever be seen on this planet.
Strawberry almond tapioca pudding.
Of course, the kids loved it. It was their idea in the first place. I had made normal tapioca and was making a second batch with almond milk for Ava and next thing I know, the kids are begging and pleading with me to add strawberry powder to it. So, I did, and it was absolutely disgusting.
And of course, I rand out of regular tapioca. At first I was just frustrated, but then I realized I had the giant boba tapioca pearls that my neighbor left at my house forever ago. I figured I could grind them with my Magic Bullet to about the right size and it might work.
I ground it up a little bit smaller than it looks like in this picture. Lucky enough for me, it worked! It turned out like normal tapioca, even using the big boba pearls. Just be sure to grind it all down pretty small, otherwise you might end up with undercooked tapioca and that’s just gross.
So, just like regular tapioca, I added the whipped egg and put it in the refrigerator to cool. Of course, Maddi and Danny had to ask me every five minutes “Is it cool yet? Can I have some yet? Is it done yet? I want some, mom!” I wanted to gag just imagining how it would taste.
Thankfully little kids think that all sorts of disgusting things taste great. I don’t remember what it was, but there was something I was all excited to eat because I used to love it when I was a kid… Then I took a bite and it was disgusting. Thankfully my kids aren’t picky and are apparently immune to bad cooking. They loved the tapioca. Maddi and Danny even asked for seconds.
My poor kids, having to put up with my cooking.
In April of 2011 I started a little side project to help provide struggling families with cloth diapers. Since then, we have helped to provide nearly 500 diapers to families in need. The Cloth Cooperative has grown more than we ever anticipated it would and we need your help.
We are taking the steps necessary to become a 501c3 non-profit corporation. After great deliberation, we decided that non-profit status was the best decision that we could make for our organization and that obtaining this status would help us to better assist that families we serve.
We are currently trying to raise the money we need to cover the fees associated with becoming a non-profit. We will be having an auction on Cloth Cooperative’s Facebook page and we are reaching out to both businesses and individuals to donate items to be auctioned off to benefit Cloth Cooperative. We are also looking for monetary donations and will be offering ad space on our website to businesses who wish to make a monetary donation.
If you can help in any way, please let us know.
After Dan’s four day weekend he went back to work today, which means one thing… I have to try to get all this painting done without him around. Not fun. I’m horrible about getting anything done when I’m all alone… It’s just so boring, and it SUCKS!
Thankfully I have an awesome little friend willing to help me.
Every time I move the paint roller on the wall, she laughs hysterically. What a doof! Gotta love her though. She’s “helping” mommy by brushing a clean brush on the walls over and over… Laughing every time. <3
She’s gotten pretty skilled with using her hands. She can pick tiny things up between her thumb and finger and can even drink out of a cup now (even though she dumps half of it down her chest in her excitement to have a drink). Maybe I’ll let her try her hand at a juicebox later.
I have been waiting for almost three years and finally, the day is almost here.
We can sell our house in 47 days.
When we bought our house in 2009, we got a tax credit, but one of the stipulations of that credit was that we must keep the house as our primary residence for 36 months. Our 36 months is over on August 18th and that date is quickly approaching. I’m excited to sell the house, but at the same time it’s rather stressful too.
The house was in shambles when we bought it. Honestly spreaking, I didn’t want to live in it. I hated this house for a long time, but slowly, as we worked, it got better and better. Now that the final repairs and improvements are being done, I have to admit, it’s going to be quite nice. These repairs and improvements are a lot of work, but with each and every one the house looks better and better. I’m quite surprised with how nicely it’s coming along.
Take for example the kitchen.
This was the kitchen when we first moved into the house. Excuse the mess. Like I said, we had just moved in when this photo was taken. I should have taken more photos, but I just didn’t think of it at the time. I was just too busy, moving into a new place and taking care of a two-year-old and a four-month-old.
And here is a photo of the kitchen after we installed new flooring and refinished all of the cabinets. This photo is still a little old, but we’re continuing to work on improvements in the kitchen. Currently, I am adding another coat of paint to the cabinets (I got lazy last fall when I had started them and just didn’t feel like working on them anymore) and we’re going to be installing trim as well. We also have to drywall the hole above the sink where the kitchen window used to be before we added another bedroom to the house. Even if the picture is older, you can still see the difference! We’re also replacing all of the appliances as well.
We’ve also been working on more minor and silly repairs. We painted the front steps. I don’t know why it never occured to me to do this before, but it just dawned on me a couple days ago.
These are the front steps. They look like crap and when we first moved in, we talked about building a nicer porch/stairs but we just never got around to doing it.
This is a terrible picture, but we only have one entrance to the house so when I started painting, I started at the bottom step and worked my way up, effectively painting myself in. I could have taken a photo today (we painted the steps two days ago) but I was elbow-deep in white paint all day today and I forgot. Maybe tomorrow I will.
The steps do look much better painted, however, the old ugly ones made for a good setting for Ava’s baby pictures, so maybe it was a good thing that painting them didn’t occur to me until just a few days ago.
I love this photo of her. I actually used it in her birth announcements. I’m not a photographer by any means, but this is probably one of the best photos I have ever done. I’m really proud of it.
So even though I have been busting my butt on the house for a couple weeks now, it is just now starting to look better. It’s so much work! I’ve only ever moved twice, but those moves didn’t seem nearly as difficult as this one is! I can’t imagine having three kids makes it any easier. My kids do however, love that the living room is completely empty. They come up to me, breathing all fast and excited, “Mommy! Mommy! Can we run in CIRCLES?!?!?!” I’m not kidding. They will ask permission to run in circles and then do it for an hour, laughing and giggling with every lap around the living room.
So today we started the horrifying task of painting. If I haven’t told you already, I absolutelyhatepainting. I especially hate painting this house. The living room and master bedroom have a one-direction vaulted ceiling, meaning I have to stick the paint roller on a rod and then climb up a ladder just to paint the ceiling. I remember when we moved in, painting those damn ceilings hurt my arms and shoulders. I can’t imagine how bad it’s going to hurt now, especially with my shoulder still being injured from my car accident. I did start painting though. I got one wall in the living room done and half of another before I gave up. I’ll start working on it again tomorrow.
We also had a man come out and take measurements for our carpeting quote. We’re supposed to get the carpeting installed sometime after the 11th. I have to have the two bedrooms and the living room painted by then. I’m actually really excited about the carpeting. Once the carpeting is put in, this place is going to look great! I’m very excited about that.
So, on the agenda for tomorrow… More painting… More drywalling… More packing. Sounds like a blast, huh?
It might suck doing all the work, but I get to spend the day talking to this little angel, so I guess it’s not all bad. <3
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Today was scary.
I was headed to the high school to pick up my sister like usual. There’s a pretty steep hill on the way, and there was a truck in front of me with a flatbed trailer behind it filled with logs and sections of trees. Some were just pieces of brush. Others were 2 or 3 foot sections of tree trunk. I was a couple cars distance behind him and next thing I know, as he starts up the hill, a bunch of the logs and tree pieces start flying off the trailer. I tried to hit the brakes, but my car didn’t stop fast enough and some of the logs were under the car and we were jolting everywhere. The logs were rolling and the car was moving really sharp and sudden and the brakes weren’t helping… I hit my head on the wheel when I slammed the brakes and then the window after a really hard jolt from the logs moving under us. We were on a section of the road that was over a marsh… A miniature bridge almost. I remember being so scared that I’d hit the guardrail and end up int he swamp. I was panicking terrified of how I would get the kids out… I didn’t know how deep the water was or how fast the car would sink…
Thankfully we were okay. The car was surprisingly okay too, but we had to put a jack under it to get the logs and tree pieces out because they were so big… The scariest part was the kids… as soon as the car stopped moving I asked “are you guys okay?!?!” and tried to unbuckle and check them and they were all quiet for two seconds… That was the longest two seconds of my life. Then Maddi started crying and Danny did too and Miss Ava was just asleep and yawned at me when I started touching her…. I was so worried about them… We got lucky that no one was hurt… and that none of the logs went through the windshield or got on the hood.
Now, I’m just sore as hell. My entire body feels like a giant muscle cramp.
My sister and I went to Wasilla on Friday for her ultrasound. She didn’t have to go to Wasilla, but I told her she should. There’s an ultrasound clinic up there that’s absolutely amazing. They did my ultrasound when I was pregnant with Ava and it was a million times better than the ultrasounds they do down here on the peninsula. Here, they have you on the table for ten minutes, throw a picture or two at you and send you out the door. The clinic in Wasilla gives you a million pictures and a recorded DVD of the entire scan.
Anyway, we found out what her baby is. Well, I found out. She didn’t.
We are going to have a babyshower for her at the end of this month and at the shower, everything will be gender neutral. We are dying the inside of the cake pink or blue and when she cuts the cake, she’ll discover what her baby is and everyone will get to see her reaction.
She wants a boy, so we’ll see if her intuition is right. 😉 But I won’t tell. Not even here, because she probably reads this.