Monday, July 8, 2019

Why to RSVP: Sickness {Parenting}

Do you usually RSVP for a birthday party? Do you usually RSVP on time or late if you do?  Do you rsvp only if you are a yes, or for regrets as well?



Two days before my little girl's 6th birthday party and she comes down with a fever.

A. Fever.

Not just any 99.whatever fever. Like, almost a trip to hospital fever.

2 days before her birthday party.

It's almost like a parent's worst nightmare. Having to cancel your kid's birthday party because of sickness. All the people you have to contact, guests and whomever else you may be using. I don't even know the nightmare of using a venue like a trampoline park, bowling alley, jump house, etc. Thankfully we just do everything at home and hadn't ordered ahead for pizzas or anything food related yet.

But I still had to contact all the people.

My introverted self is so thankful for text messages.

And I am so thankful for text messages when it comes to RSVPs.

This past December we had a birthday party for my oldest. We invited our family friends and we invited lots of classmates. Only a few classmates RSVPd so I figured it would be a relatively smaller party than we usually have and I was looking forward to spending time chatting it up with our family friends.

That was not how it played out. Parents dropped off their kids I hadn't even spoken to. Parents dropped off their kids without even coming in to let me know their kid was there. It felt like every time I turned around there was a new kid in the house and no parent to say "hey, he's mine" or "hey, looks safe in here. see you in 2 hours". I'm so lucky we usually try to err on the side of caution and leftovers.

I thought about this past December as I was sending out messages to our RSVP-ers about having to reschedule our second's birthday party. What if people who hadn't RSVPd try to show up? We have a house of high fever and other things that go along with a nasty stomach virus. The last thing I want to do is have to answer the door to people I don't even know while my kid may be potentially vomiting all over my living room.

What do you do?

I usually try to remember to RSVP, even if it is a few days before the party. At least to make sure it is ok we go. Worst that can happen is they say no.

I got really antsy we were going to get visitors. We hardly had any RSVPs from school friends. Thankfully we live out in the boonies and have a gate we can close to our drive. Not that we want to be mean, but it gave us something to post a note onto for our friends who didn't rsvp should they come.

So many people and websites say to RSVP as a courtesy for the preparatory work needed in event planning. But honestly, it's not just for the headcount. It's for contact information in case there were an emergency, rescheduling, or for cancellations.

So, do you RSVP or just show up? I usually just do when we can attend. But after our last 2 birthday parties, I will be doing it for regrets as well.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Boys Can Wear Pink Season 5!

Be Bold - The Berry Bunch The Berry Bunch Brown and Pink BCWP Polo The Berry Bunch The Berry Bunch Minecraft Insperation Image Map
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"But, Pink is a girl's color" ...

Oh, my son. Have the previous 4 years not taught you anything? Pink is just a color. It does not belong to either gender.

After all. If Jason Momoa can pull off pink, and not just pink but pink Velvet, then any guy can wear pink!



Welcome to my stop and the last day of the "Boys Can Wear Pink" series! Such some awesome outfits this year. Don't forget to check them out after reading through this post!

Seriously though, 5 years ago Handmade Boy brought about the Boys Can Wear Pink series and it is still just as amazing!

Check out the past years we have made up by clicking on the corresponding picture! My little guy has grown in the past 5 years! And this year we added a little one!

Be Bold - The Berry Bunch The Berry Bunch Brown and Pink BCWP Polo The Berry Bunch The Berry Bunch Minecraft Insperation Image Map

What I sewed up this year is inspired by some finds from online. And my need to be carefree and worry-free. And don't mind my quick phone photos. It's been a whirlwind of events here testing my patience to make these "no worries" shirts! Missing camera, a baby not sleeping. But I did not give up! They are done! And, in true mommy fashion, I think my boys are cute!

So Shaka stenciled color-blocked tanks are just what seemed to fit the bill!


My big guy's top is a Maui Muscle Tee from Peek-A-Boo Pattern Shop. I color blocked in the pink and blue horizontal stripes.




My little guy's romper is the Romperall from Peek-A-Boo Pattern Shop.



And in true worry-free fashion, I totally got confused on the stenciling and put the Shaka on the back of the romper. I did not realize however until it was complete and after we wore it for a day (before I had taken pictures even!) I almost put his in the middle and I think I should have.


I did not fully think through freezer paper stenciling on a seam!



The entire time I was sewing up these outfits I had a song Husband and I learned on a bus ride to a luau while we were honeymooning on Oahu. "Just hang loose, and just have fun. Sitting on the beach lying in the sun"...  Oh, how I would love to be by a beach right now...



My big guy is excited to have a "no worries" shirt. And one that matches his beloved baby brother to boot!

And, don't forget to check out these other awesome makes celebrating that colors are just colors and are not assigned to a specific gender!




Thursday, February 14, 2019

To Be Like a Child with Your Relationships {Faith & Homelife}

To be childlike. What does that mean? So many different interpretations! Sometimes I feel lost when I hear that statement.
A lesson, not just in faith but in relationships as well...


My *almost* 3-year-old came into the room in which I had just taken a seat, having just woken from a nap, and asked me to hold her. I had a bunch of things I still had yet to finish and I had just sat down hoping for a few minutes of peace before having to get back up again. I did not want to tell her ok. But I did anyway. I scooped her into my arms, laying her across me with her head in the crook in my elbow as if she were a tiny baby like her little brother. Her thumb in her mouth, her not yet fully-awakened-self curled into my arms, and her eyelids fluttered between open and wanting to remain closed made my eyes begin to well up with tears. All she wanted was her mommy. complete and utter attention. In her childlike way, she had sought me out.

For a brief moment, she was like the baby she was before. I could see her tiny body resting peacefully in my arms before finally drifting off to sleep. I could see her as she was cuddling into me, sick with fever and only wanting the comfort of mommy. I could see the future of her, losing the baby look in her face as she becomes a little girl too big for me to hold.

When was the last time I had held her like that?

She woke finally. A brief moment of concern showed across her face as she scrunched her eyebrows from the sight of tears in my eyes. But as I smiled at her, her eyes shown back as she smiled at me. Just those few minutes of holding her, those few minutes of attention gave her joy, showed her love, and all she had wanted was some time with me.

Such a simple thing.

It's amazing how far such a simple thing can go.

Such devotion from a small child.

I have been rather surly. I can feel the irritation come out in my interactions with the children. I can feel it even more so in my interactions with my husband. There is so much stress piled on me on a day to day basis it's affecting how I respond to my family members. This has been a long time building. I am frustrated with so much around me: the mess of toys strewn across the floor, the dishes piling in the sink, the hampers full of clean clothes waiting to be folded and put away or the dirty clothes waiting to be washed. Where is the joy in these mundane tasks? My frustration carries over to the next event, the next conversation, to whatever comes next.

My little guy, so fresh and new, was so content in my arms. Having fed I had set him down beside me. we were on the bed, I had laid down as well and it was peaceful. Quiet. A moment without fussing. He was looking around, studying the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. After a few moments, he started to squirm, shifting his weight around until he was right next to me. I looked at him to find he was staring at me intently, as only a baby can. He smiled at me with his glorious baby smile when he saw me look at him. I couldn't help but smile back at his sweet face.

My child saught me out.

A whisper in the back of my head. Childlike.

I had been praying for some sort of response to my frustration and seeking out the joy in the relationships in my life, my overwhelm of motherhood and wife-dom. When this whisper, all in the course of the day, was playing out to me. Be childlike.

Childlike in faith? What? What does that have to do with my relationships?

In reference to my relationships, seek them out and show the happiness of just having them there. Like your children seek you out and are just happy to have you there, do the same for those in your life.

My oldest usually gets off the bus, then climbs into the car with a smile on his face. As soon as he gets into the car it's like a switch goes off and he's harping at his sisters complaining, asking them to stop whatever it is they are doing. Usually, it involves some form of questioning with a very close proximity to him. They missed him. What started out as a happy, exciting moment in our day quickly turns sour.

I asked him once. Why is he in such a bad mood. I was probing and questioning. Did something happen at school? Did something happen on the bus? We are all so happy to see you, we've missed you. It hurts our feelings when you snap and complain.

His response?

"Mom, I miss it when you pick me up at school. I miss it because you come and get me and give me a hug."

He just wanted a hug.

I had been sitting in my car at the bus stop. Every day. Sitting in the car and waiting. for him to come to us. Expecting him to be happy.

He just wanted to be the one who was sought after.

As a parent, our children are constantly seeking us out. Seeking us for comfort. Seeking us for questions. Seeking us for answers. Seeking us for the love we have for them. Childlike.

Sometimes it is nice to know, to feel, that we are sought after as well. Be Childlike. Seek out our children, our family.

There are so many ways  "being like a child" can be interpreted, especially when what we often see is their childish means of accomplishing whatever they set out to accomplish. But those small, pure, unhindered moments we can see their sweetness. So much of what happens in life limits those pure moments.

I, still picking up the oldest off the bus, get out of the car and greet him with a smile and a hug. For now, he smiles in return and hugs me back. He answers his sister's questions in the car, smiles at their excited greeting.

Perhaps striving to make those pure moments, like seeking out and feeling joy for just having a person close to us, is in part, what it means to be childlike.

If my son, after a hard day's work of learning at school, just wanted to be sought after who is to say adults do not want to feel that as well. My husband, after a hard day at his work, comes home and is expected to be the one to come to us and feel happy. He gets cranky. He just wants us to come to him and give him a hug.

Not that it is easy. At those moments to remember, despite all that is going on, to seek out those who have not been home. Not been there to experience the day with you and with each other.

It's a part of feeling wanted and feeling loved. Be childlike. take the time out during the busy day, the busy week to seek out each other and just feel joyful for their presence.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

2019 finish a long: quarter 1 goals

A goal this year is to have my sewing machine grace us with its presence out of its carrying case. And, not just during Halloween!

Samara's Quilt


This is my main priority. Gosh Golly, Gee Whiz. It needs to get done. I am such a sewing slacker!
What still needs to be done:
finish the last border (green fabric)
baste (the backing is a pink minky she had picked out)
quilt
bind (in a gray and white striped fabric)
label

Abacus Quilt


I have not the expectation to get to this. But, just in case.
I need to:
cut pieces
sew remaining blocks
assemble to top
border if necessary 
baste
quilt
bind
label

Band Shirt Memory Quilt


I am adding this in, though I am sure that I will not complete it (let alone even get to it!) this quarter. I'm debating another border or calling it good (I'm leaning towards calling it good!). The black large notes is a flannel and have since decided against that. The backing will be Jazz Jam from Andover Fabrics. The colors and notes are perfect for this quilt!

I need to:
baste
quilt
bind
label


First and foremost is Samara's quilt, since I haven't made her one in her 5.5 years of life. Poor Thing. Though I have made her more clothes than any of the other children. 

What do you have to finish?

Linking-up!