Giveaway - Emi Jay Pearl Collection

Who likes prizes? I know I do! The other day, my friend Annie B. gave me one of these sweet hair ties by Emi Jay. I wasted no time trying it out. I went jogging in it that very night. I love it! I had to make a special stop at The Cosmetic Market before returning to Louisiana to get some more. While I was at it, I picked some up for one of you! I have one package of five Pearl Collection hair ties to give away.

What's so special about them? They're handmade from some kind of lovely, shimmery material. They don't leave a massive dent in your hair when you use them. They come in TONS of colors. They don't cut off your circulation when you wear it around your wrist for the emergency ponytail. Need I go on? I could, but I won't.

This giveaway is going to be a quickie, so leave your comment, and leave it fast! The deadline to enter is this Friday, September 3rd at midnight, CST. Tell your friends! You can earn one extra entry by blogging about this giveaway, tweeting, or posting it on your Facebook page. Just come back and leave a second comment letting me know that you've done it.

A New Take on Exercise

I’ve returned home from traveling, but John has not. I’ve canceled my gym membership to save money. I know! I said I wouldn’t do that again, but John has signed up for online courses, the kids are about to start school, and it was the obvious cut, since I can run outside for free. Anyway, as I do not have a double jogging stroller, I’ve been going a little stir crazy not being able to go running.

This tip is for all the mommies out there who use their kids as an excuse not to exercise. Are you sitting around your house, wishing your husband wasn’t out of town? Wishing you were a member of a nice gym with a nursery? Wishing you had enough space in your living room to do a workout video? Trust me, I have used each an every one of those excuses before. All you really need to do is just get off your hiney and do something!

What did I do? Today, we went outside and washed the car. (I guess I just ruined that surprise. Sorry, honey. Surprise!) It really needed to be washed bad after a week and a half underneath the birds’ favorite maple tree in all of Franklin, I think. Once I finished, I noticed that my heart rate was up. Why wouldn’t it be? I’d spent an hour scrubbing a car, alternated with chasing my daughter halfway around the block. Out of curiosity, I did a little research about how many calories I’d burned. According to LIVESTRONG.com, a 145-pound person burns 296 calories an hour washing the car. Wow! Not too shabby. And with this one, there is also the added bonus of totally wearing the kids out. They have been super mellow this evening.

Some other ideas? Vacuum. A 145-pound person burns 165 calories and hour vacuuming. That’s some incentive to keep a clean house. Go outside and pull weeds. I actually did this one on Saturday, thanks to a fun notice from Pinnacle to pull them or else. Anyway, weeding the garden also burns 296 calories an hour.

Last but not least – you’re not going to believe this one – sewing! I looked to see if it was there since, you know, I happen to sew a lot. It burns 99 calories an hour. What? That’s pretty cool.

Suffice it to say, if you hop up and do something a little out of the ordinary, you’re going to burn some extra calories. It might as well be something that makes you feel productive at the same time!

Tennessee Wreath

I got this one in under the wire, with our first football game in just six days. Woo hoo! We love some college football around here. Once upon a time, when we lived in a house with a flag holder attached, we kept our big orange flag out year round...until it faded to yellow and we had to get a new flag to keep out year round and turn yellow. Our current house does not have a flag holder, so I got a little more creative. Instead of the traditional fall wreath with lots of leaves and berries and what not, I decided to go with the Tennessee theme.

I raided the homecoming aisle at Michael's for my supplies. I bought about a mile of inexpensive, plastic-y orange ribbon, a little bit of white ribbon, some ribbon with footballs on it, and a bunch of silk peonies. Oh, yes, and I bought a foam wreath form. Just grab the hot glue, and you're ready to go!

I started with the orange ribbon, gluing the end to the back of the wreath form, and began wrapping. I glued the ribbon to the back every three or four wraps, just to make sure it stays in place.

In the same way, I added white ribbon on top of the orange. It's looking Volunteer-y already.

Next up? The flowers. It makes life a lot easier if you get these with the flat piece on the back. 

After arranging my flowers, I added a few streamers...okay, a bunch. My wreath hangs a little crooked, because it's so heavy on one side. Oh, well. I love it. Go Vols!

What Aidan Learned at Church

**DISCLAIMER** I do not actually believe this is what Aidan was taught in class today, not completely anyway.

In the car as we drive home from church, we almost always ask Aidan what Bible story he learned about in class that day. Sometimes he remembers; sometimes he doesn't, which is unfathomable since I know it's been less than an hour and he could probably tell you what he ate for breakfast last Tuesday. But I digress.

Today, he brought home a picture of a snake that he made, so he at least had something to remind him. When I asked what he learned about, he began to tell me the story of Adam, Eve, and the sneaky snake. Once he finished telling the story, this was the conclusion he came to:

"God is a giant, because he lives all the way up in the sky. So he's a giant."

...and we're still getting our Bible stories mixed up with our fairy tales. :)

Water Babies

This is the first time all summer I've been able to get any photos of the kids in the pool. Usually, I'm holding one and chasing the other. It was nice to have lots of extra hands around, and to be somewhere that fun floats are allowed. It definitely helped my peace of mind to be able to put wings on Neely. She is way too fearless when it comes to the water. That picture of her on the diving board? That's the only time she hesitated on it at all...probably because Uncle Roggie was at the bottom making scary faces. 

My Heart

Out of the Spin Cycle

I recently bought a new devotional book. It's called "Out of the Spin Cycle, Devotions to Lighten Your Mother Load" by Jen Hatmaker After reading the Prologue, I knew I'd be learning a lot from this one. It's a little silly in places, but it addresses an issue that I think most mothers wrestle with. The first two devotions in the book remind me that I'm not - and I can never be - the perfect mother. It's a bit freeing to contemplate that and to realize that I should quit trying to be perfect, just be there for my kids, and do my best. And when Suzy Q. criticizes my parenting skills? Oh, well. She's not perfect, either. For your enjoyment, the prologue of "Out of the Spin Cycle."

"Prologue
A (Fairly Lame) Ode to Mothers

An ode to the marvelous woman called "Mother"
Though not one of us is exactly like another.
From the second we're born to the minute we die
Our preferences are as limitless as stars in the sky.

We might have been perfectly gracious before
But childbirth entered us into the Mommy War.
Rather than letting everyone else be
We criticize parenting that isn't exactly like...me.

So once and for all let me put this to rest
None of us owns the title of "best."
Natural childbirth does not make you a hippy
Epidurals are not just for women who want to feel trippy.
In a bathtub with a doula or in a hospital bed
We all got a baby with limbs and a head.

Nursing is great if nothing goes wrong
But some nipples turn inward and refuse to play along.
This is a choice for each mom -- it's her route
So it's just A + B and everyone else can C their way out.

Schedules and timers do not make you cruel
Feeding on demand does not make you a fool.
In the nursery with a monitor or in the family bed
Every chick gets to pick where her baby lays his head.

If I see one more mom roll her eyes at "organic..."
"Partially hydrogenated" throws some of us into panic.
But neither judge Sonic burgers and fries
Some of us just want to enjoy food before we die.

Preschool, home school, public, or Montessori
Listen, my friends, and I'll tell you a story:
Two moms differed on favorite school trends
Their kids turned out pretty much the same. The end.

If a girl gets the title of "mom" accidentally
The worst thing we can do is treat her judgmentally.
How about some love, some help, some advice?
She needs our love and we shouldn't think twice.

Discipline through various methods will prevail
Look, we're all just trying to keep our kids out of jail.
These things are just preferences, not right or wrong
What matters more is teaching our kids to get along--
To love and to share, to speak gently and kind,
To obey so that mom won't go out of her mind.

Showing them Jesus is our common ground
Teaching them how he can always be found.
He's present in public school and Waldorf (so trendy)
He's over at Whole Foods but also at Wendy's.
Jesus never cared about these sorts of things
It's our hearts that he wants and the worship we bring.

It's time for us moms to declare a truce
Regardless if we buy Capri Sun or 100 percent juice.
My way is not your way, and your way isn't mine
But both of our kids will turn out just fine.

Rather than judging and looking down our noses
Let's enjoy the common ground motherhood poses.
As believers, we all love the same good Lord
We all have children who tell us "I'm bored."

We all need more sleep than these five tiny hours
Most of us struggle to find time for a shower.
We haven't been to the bathroom alone in an age
Our mothers have all told us, "Relax, this is just a stage."

We all love our babies so much we could die
We'd take a bullet for each one without batting an eye.
Though we are different, we're in the same tribe
Motherhood requires a similar vibe --
Love and affection, sacrifice and grace
Laughter, which keeps the whole mechanism in place.

Though different, by the grace of God, I suspect:
ALL our children will rise up and call us...collect."