Try It Tuesday

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I said yesterday, my little ankle biters have been sick A LOT this past week and a half. It seems like once I finally get one kid well, the other one comes down with something. Clearly washing their hands (and mine) fifty times a day wasn’t helping and I’m now at the point to where I’m willing to try anything. Enter: essential oils.

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Now, I’ve tried EOs before (they actually help me with my anxiety) and liked them. I’ve been a little skeptical of their “healing properties”, but like I said, I’m willing to try anything. So I perused Pinterest and found this awesome DIY hand sanitizer and thought I’d give it a whirl!

 

Here’s what I used:

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~2 oz spray bottle (you can find these at Walmart or Target in the travel section)

~1/4 teaspoon salt

~8-10 drops Medieval Mix (when I went to the natural grocers, I asked the lady there for something comparable to Thieves or On Guard and she said that this was what both of those are based on!)

~distilled water (not pictured; simply because I’m surviving on very little sleep thanks to sick kiddos and completely forgot to add it to the picture)

 

First, pour in the salt and then add your essential oils (this is so the salt can absorb the oils and mix better with the water):

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Then, add your distilled water and shake:

 

That’s it! You’ve now successfully made hand sanitizing spray (or pacifier sanitizing spray, toy sanitizing spray, the list goes on)! I’m hoping to see a difference in the frequency/intensity of sicknesses in the Huffman Homestead!

Do you use essential oils? What do you use them for? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

 

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The other day, I was talking to a friend, mourning the fact that I haven’t been doing regular Tot School activities with Huff the Babe. I mean, when Huff the Tot was his age, I was doing alphabet flash cards, color songs, and reading at least five books a day to the girl.

“Poor Huff the Babe,” I said to my friend. “He’s getting the raw end of the deal.”

“It’s just the curse of the second child,” she said. “They don’t get as much as the first.”

Which is the cold, hard truth. With your first kid, you have a lot more time–there’s only one of them after all! So many things change once you go from one kid to two. Or two to three!

 That’s why this video from Story of this Life really hit the nail on the head!

 

What differences did you experience going from one to two (or two to three? Or three to four, you brave soul!)? Share in the comments below!

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If you haven’t been on Facebook, Twitter, the Internet, to the grocery store, or watched the news lately then you probably haven’t heard that there was a total solar eclipse today. This is quite a big deal as another total solar eclipse will not happen again for another seven years.

While I think its cool in a, “Hey, there’s a solar eclipse. Neat.” sort of way, I’m not too hyped about it. There are some things, however, that feel like they happen every seven years–because they’re so rare–that I do get excited about. For example…

My family all eating the same meal, without a fight.

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Normally, I make Huff the Hubs and I something and then the kids get something else. Because I know that they will throw a big ole hissy fit about eating salmon or some kind of chicken that isn’t golden brown and dinosaur-shaped. But, there are rare occurrences when I say, “Too bad, so sad,” and errybody has to eat what I cooked for the grownups and it actually goes well!

All the laundry baskets empty AT THE SAME TIME. 

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Most days I get about 1-2 loads of laundry done and then they sit in baskets until laundry overflows in said baskets and I’m up folding clothes until midnight. But, once in a blue moon, I get laundry washed, dried, folded, AND put away ALL in the same day. Its glorious.

My children sleeping in past 7:00 a.m.

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No matter what time my kids go to bed, they are almost always up right at the stroke of 7:00 a.m. They could’ve gone without a nap the day before and didn’t fall asleep until 10, but rest assured, they’ll be saying, “Mommmmmmaaaaa!” before I can hit snooze. There are some times, though, that they sleep until 8:00 and I’m actually able to do stuff. Like, drink coffee before it gets cold and actually eat a healthy breakfast.

Wearing a white shirt the entire day without spilling something/my kids rubbing food on it.  

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I don’t buy white clothes. Not only because my kids can attract any mess within a 1-mile radius, but also because my nickname is “Messy Jessie”. So any time I can wear a white shirt without dropping a drink or a meal on it, I feel pretty accomplished.

Only having to ask Huff the Hubs once to take out the trash. 

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Calm down, I’m not going to get into a husband-bashing debate. But come on, all you wives out there know what I’m talking about. You’ll ask your hubby to take out the trash after dinner. And then again after the kids’ baths. And then again after you’ve tucked them in bed. And then you’re both laying in bed and you say, “Honey, did you take out the trash?” So when it only takes ONE TIME to ask and it gets accomplished, its basically the same feeling you get when you find $20 on the street.

Eating a warm meal. 

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You know that scene in A Christmas Story when the mom sits down to eat but can’t even take one freaking bite because her family keeps asking her to get them stuff? Yeah, its funny because its true.

Going to the grocery store without enduring any meltdowns. 

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“We just need a few things. We won’t be long.” HAHAHAHAHAHA! Famous last words. The grocery store and I are not on the same page when I bring the kids along. Why can’t they have a drive-thru?! Why must they put all the candy by the registers?! Its like they WANT you to fail. Sigh. So whenever I can go through the store quickly and without a major meltdown, I feel like a total bad-a!

 

What about you? What “rare occurrences” would you add to the list? Share in the comments below!

 

 

 

Try It Tuesday

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A few weeks ago, I was perusing Amazon when I came across this little contraption:

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No, not the toddler. The blue thing! Its called: The Noggle. Its an attachment you hook to your A/C vent so your rear-facing kiddo can get cold air in the hot car. This intrigued me because I’m constantly concerned that Huff the Babe is burning up in the backseat (which is why I have the A/C turned down to 68* in the car, much to Huff the Tot’s disappointment). I checked the price: $45.99!

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SAY WHAAAAAAAAT?! Nah. I know I could do this for a lot cheaper. I checked Pinterest for some tutorials, but I couldn’t really find any. So, I decided to just wing it and do my own thing.

Here’s what I used:

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~foil duct

~glue gun

~silicone sink strainer (I found some at Dollar Tree!)

~Velcro adhesive stickers

~felt

~fabric

 

My idea (well, actually my dad’s idea) was to put the silicone sink drainer in the hose, put felt around the outside, and attach the Velcro adhesives to the vent so the vent would stick.

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Then, I put a funnel at the other end (AKA, the end that Huff the Babe would have). I put the funnel there because I didn’t want Huff the Babe to put his hands down the tube.

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It looked REALLY janky. I couldn’t deal. So I covered it with some Star Wars fabric I had lying around.

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Much better.

Then, Huff the Hubs and I tried it out.

Yeah. Big. Fat. FAILURE.

The air didn’t really come out the other end (probably because of the funnel) and I really didn’t want to take it out because I knew HtB, AKA “The Destroyer”, would rip through the tubing. (Seriously, this kid has some Hulk strength). So sadly, this was a bust.

BUT, at least I didn’t spend $45.99! I only spent $16! And I can still use the stuff. I’ll probably reuse the fabric and the tubing can be used for a Tin Man costume or robot costume later. So all is not lost!

Have you ever tried The Noggle (or something similar)? What did you think? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

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As moms, we know that our work never stops. There’s always laundry to fold, dishes to wash, boo-boos to kiss, tantrums to soothe, and booties to wipe. Our “shift” is never over; its a 24/7/365. The oh-so-funny ladies at My Life Suckas knows what we’re talkin’ about. Just check out this parody of Bruno Mars’ 24K Magic— you’ll be feeling hashtag same, sistah.

 

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This weekend, I described my #threenager as a “rabid monkey hopped up on speed”. And y’all, its the truth. I don’t know what it is about three-year-old’s but they are CRAY. My dad usually says, “What do you expect? She’s only been in the world three years!” But still. The way a toddler can go from sweet to downright unhinged is insane! I seriously think this is a way a toddler’s mind operates:

 

“My mom just walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She’s probably in dire need of my attention. I better go open the door twenty-seven times to make sure she’s okay.” 

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“What is this thing they keep calling ‘bedtime’? I’ve NEVER heard of this phenomena! I’ll probably never be able to eat anything ever again! I’ll ask for an endless parade of snacks and cups of water, because this is my first bedtime EVER.” 

 

 

“How dare my mom ask me if I want chicken nuggets! Of course I don’t! I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!” *PB&J placed before child. Child sees sibling eating nuggets* “I MUST HAVE THOSE CHICKEN NUGGETS! PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY IS GARBAGE!” 

 

“I’m really tired. I don’t think I’ll nap. Instead I’ll just scream, cry, kick, and throw a tantrum whenever someone so much as looks in my direction. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

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“Wow, Mommy cleaned my room so well! She even organized my books. I think I’ll dump them all out on the floor.”

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“Mommy’s carrying the diaper bag, her purse, my brother, her car keys, and a drink. Yeah, I think I’ll ask her to carry my blanket and cup, too.” 

 

“My Daddy’s driving. Now would be a good time to tell him I need my shoe that I purposefully took off and threw into the seat behind me. How should I let him know? Ah, got it! I’ll scream bloody murder! That’ll work!” 

 

“I see Mommy about to lose her last thread of patience because I painted the walls with my markers. I better go give her a hug so she doesn’t come completely unglued.” 

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Sigh. Gotta love those little maniacs.

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Motherhood is hard. Its really, really hard.

Imagine having a job in which your boss NEVER leaves your side. He’s always a half step behind you, asking you what you’re doing or what you’re going to do next or if you have any updates on that project you’ve been working on even though you literally told him 10.8 seconds ago that there had been no change.

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Imagine your boss follows you into the bathroom, then touches the toilet, and puts her hands on your face. Then, she requests you cook her lunch. But not the beautifully prepared Pinterest meal you spent time and effort on, she wants a sandwich. Without crust. And with jelly. But not strawberry jelly. Then, when you hand it to her she’ll flip the table over because you cut the sandwich into triangles not squares and the shape of the sandwich is directly correlated to its taste. Basically, triangles are crap and now your sandwich is crap.

Then, your other supervisor makes a gigantic mess in the breakroom. Guess who gets to clean it up? Oh, and you still haven’t had time to sit down at your computer to check emails or make a list of all the things you need to accomplish today because your bosses have keep you busy from the moment you walked in the door. By the time you have a second to breathe and get stuff done, its time to leave.

 

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That’s what motherhood is like.

Now listen, I’m not complaining. (Well, maybe I am a little.) I love my kids. I’m so glad and blessed that I have them and I honestly wouldn’t want my life any other way (though I think I could do with a little less feces and spit up throughout my day). This illustration was just to get you to think. Think about what the moms in your life are going through–especially moms of littles. They’re dealing with tiny dictators that don’t care whether you’re tired or hungry or stressed or PMSing or worried about how you’re going to pay the mortgage. They only think about themselves. And the moms? They’re thinking about them too. Moms carry so much on their shoulders (I know dads do too, but Mother’s Day is this weekend, so back off). They have to keep a record of who ate what, when they ate it, when they last went potty, when they’ll need to go again, whether or not there are diapers/wipes/snacks/sippy cups/change of clothes/a favorite lovey/blanket in the diaper bag and oh, they also need to remember to feed themselves, keep themselves hydrated, and somehow fit all the needs of keeping a household running into their already jam-packed schedule.

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All I’m saying is, if you’re lucky enough to still have your mom around, thank her. Thank her for all she has done. And if you see a mom that’s about to lose her ever-loving mind in the middle of Target, go buy her a cake pop or a unicorn frapp from the Starbucks at the front of the store and tell her she’s doing a good job. I guarantee you it will make her feel like a million bucks.