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Create your own Happy Haven: Dyson DC35 Vacuum Giveaway! {Ends 12.17}

Wow! Things are really hoppin’ today. Busy bee, as usual…but when I find great content, I like to share. I stumbled across a really helpful and well-put-together site called Happy Havens, and I wanted to pass it along to you!

For anyone looking for tips and ideas on DIY projects, sustainability, saving money, improving health and wellness or going green, this site is loaded with positive information. The main goal of Happy Havens is to help their readers “feel more happy and productive in the spaces they inhabit, whether through improving air quality, feeling good about saving energy, or having beautiful decor and well-organized design.” Continue reading

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A new life for us.

Well, my small break from blogging ended up being a whole lot longer than I had expected.

Even though I had tons to write about, I honestly just didn’t feel like it.

I’m not sure why. I should be jubilant. We’re finally in our new home, and a whole world of possibilities awaits us, but I’m feeling… weird. :???:

Maybe it’s because we still have the old place to deal with, and we have to replace the entire septic system to the tune of about $10,000 before we can sell (which I have NO idea how to even start.)

Or, maybe it’s because we gave up TV, my internet service is spotty, and I’m really, really not used to having a long weekend away from work. Although I should relish the break, I’m feeling seriously disconnected. :(

It could be because we’ve discovered our new pink-rose encrusted bathroom is merely a facade, and it doesn’t work at all. Until we can renovate, I’m resigned to using the basement shower, which is nice – except for the creepy crawly centipedes down there. Yeah. Not cool…not one bit.

It doesn’t help, either, that we missed out on this year’s garden due to trouble with our settlement date, and now it’s nearly fall. All our really big plans for the new homestead won’t start taking shape until the spring…which seems lightyears away.

There are lots of reasons why the past week has left me feeling a little funky. I had no idea where to begin a blog post, because I couldn’t wrap my head around what exactly was bugging me.

But then yesterday, I think I figured it out.

We went back to the old place to tend to the lawn and pick up a load from the garage, and it hit me.

Like a ton of bricks, actually.

An overwhelming sadness for what I was losing. Who knew I’d care AT ALL about leaving that old, raggedy, broke down shack? I hated that place! Truly hated, at times. My husband and I fought over it. We never had people over, because there just wasn’t room. We had spiders galore, I didn’t trust the safety of the heat or electrical systems. The ceiling almost fell in on my head. The kitchen was awful. I could go on and on…

But, when faced with leaving, I remembered. I remembered the first time I went there with my husband-to-be after I hadn’t seen him for nearly 2 decades, and I remembered remembering the love I had for him as a silly teenager.

I remembered the summers we spent there, getting to know each other again, planting the garden and seeing the fruits of our labor, talking about how, someday, we hoped to raise our children to share that same love.

I looked out at the overgrown garden, teeming with weeds and who knows what else, and I remembered the day he proposed to me there, under the trellis filled with purple-flowered yard-long beans.

But most of all, I reminisced about the last time I had seen the little nursery quite that empty. It was when we were getting ready to welcome our son. I sat in there and rocked, dreaming about him, in the same chair I would sit and rock him in for endless hours over the next 2 years, nursing his little self all hours of the day and night.

The first two whole years of his life were spent there. I became a mother there. The most important, life-changing, self-affirming moments of my entire life happened there. My son’s first days, first steps, first words. And yes, my little boy’s love of being out in the garden, plucking the first pear tomatoes and eating berries by the fistful started there, too. He didn’t know it was a rickety old house that his mama was ashamed of. He just knew it was the place where kitties played, birdies sang, fish swam in rain barrels and good things to eat grew abundantly.

We moved further out into the country with very specific intentions, and we look forward to fulfilling our dreams here. But that doesn’t help so much this week, when the isolation is very new, my community seems so very far away, and my memories are locked up in an old, empty mobile home with only a few odds and ends hinting at the new lives that were started there.

As we got ready to leave, my son bolted up the hill toward the garden as he always has, looking for tomatoes to steal. I followed behind, stopping at the blueberry patch on the way. A sweet surprise – the last handful of the season’s berries – waiting for me. I choked back not just tears, but a full-blown sob as I picked them. My little man squealed with delight as he popped them all into his mouth, and I realized that while we planted many seeds at that old place, we get to take the most important ones with us.

Now, back to blogging. Onward and upward!

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On Cause and Effect

That seems like the most appropriate title to describe the myriad of things going on in my life right now...

I haven’t blogged in two days, and I feel like I’ve been out of touch forever! It was only supposed to be a one-day break, but more on that later…

Minimizing my negative impact on the environment, along with how I’m going to teach my son to minimize his, has been on my mind a lot lately.  My cloth diapers finally arrived in the mail, so I took a day to research and read  about how to care for them, other varieties we may want to try, different folds, etc.  (who knew there was so much to learn?!)

But, sitting here with my cup of decaf in a disposable cup with plastic lid, I’m still feeling like it’s not enough. For several years, the husbo and I have been committed to recycling plastic, glass, newspaper and magazines; composting; using rain barrels to utilize rainwater; growing much of our own food without using chemicals or pesticides; buying local products when possible; phasing out plastic (harder than we ever imagined…); line drying our laundry; living in a tiny little house with a ridiculously small footprint, and the list goes on….

While these are all things we’re proud of, we’ve recently set a few more goals for ourselves…

-As mentioned,  we’re giving reusable cloth diapers a go, along with reusable nursing pads and maxi pads for me, whenever I need them again. We’re going to try reusable baby wipes, too, and see how that goes. I really need a sewing machine, because these are all things I can make with a little practice, and that will save me a fortune.

-On the rare occasion that we dine out in a restaurant, we will bring our own glass containers for leftovers.

-Further baby-proof our house, getting rid of all hazardous cleaning supplies in favor of things like vinegar, baking soda and lemon juice. Those “green cleaners” we have are OK, but they’re not nearly as green as they sound, and they still come in big ol’ plastic bottles.

-Reexamining the things we “need.” Simplify, simplify, simplify.

Since my mind has been in the appropriate frame lately, we rented No Impact Man last night (It’s a documentary-type film about a couple in NYC who try to reduce their negative impact on the environment to zero over the course of a year.) Miraculously, I made it through the whole thing…awake! If you haven’t seen it, you should check it out. It might spark an idea or two. (Don’t miss the scene where the couple and their toddler are stomping laundry in the bathtub.)

So, like a good eco-conscious mommy, I spent my day off learning the finer points of the jelly roll fold

…and then I pulled a colossal stupid move.

I went to work without the parts to my breastpump.

You see, my pump is a large bag with a motor inside, and attached to that there is a long hose with suction parts on the end that have to be cleaned after each use. Well, with no less than a thousand things to pack up each morning before work, I left those nice, clean parts lying next to the sink while I was gone for a ten-hour day.

This does bad, bad things to a mommy’s milk supply.

I am a HUGE advocate for learning how to hand-express, for just such occasions, and I was able to express about 4 ounces to relieve the worst of my pain (a feat in itself), but by the end of the day, I was feeling feverish and extremely sore, and my breasts felt like bags full of hard walnuts. From one day of not nursing or pumping, my supply dropped from 5-6 ounces per side, per pumping session to about one ounce on the left and two on the right. 

It was definitely time to panic, and then get on the horn with the Lactation Consultant ASAP.

This is what we came up with:

-I needed to pump and nurse, pump and nurse, over and over for the next several days, even taking my baby to bed with me so he could nurse at will all night long. Milk production is all based on supply and demand, so I needed him to DEMAND!!

-I need to eat more. All recommendations I’ve been given say that I should strive for no less than 2600 calories a day, and the fact that I’ve started running again could drive that number even higher. That’s a lot of food! For the first time in my life, I’m finally getting a handle on overeating, binge eating, disordered eating, shameful eating, and inclusion vs. exclusion in my diet, and now I have to force myself to eat more food? This is a lot to wrap my head around. I had a dream last night that I was invited to a last-minute wedding and had to wear a dress from the boxes of clothes I have in the garage or else go naked, and all of them fit horribly in one way or another. Methinks mesmells a bit of body anxiety resurfacing…..

-I need to sleep more. My boy’s been waking a lot during the night because he is in a huge developmental surge right now, which overstimulates him to the point where he has a hard time turning it off to go to sleep (Crawling is exciting stuff!) but I’m also having trouble sleeping. I’ve had a lot of nightmares lately. Not sure what that’s all about…

-I need to drink more. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m always dehydrated, but I’m working on that. I take a diuretic for my blood pressure, as well as a thyroid med, so I have to be extra careful and make sure to “bottoms-up” a whole lot more than I’ve been.

-I need to decrease stress. Duh. Doesn’t everyone?

It seems that I’ve got a sh*t ton of goals set forth for me. No stress, right?  

So, my one day off turned into two and I spent the past 48 hours tethered to my baby and my pump, nursing like it’s my job (it is, in fact, my most important job.) My supply is not yet back to normal, but I’m banking on it increasing in the next few days. I apologize if I’ve rambled, or if this post qualifies as TMI, but the thought of not being able to feed my son is just devastating to me,  and I hope there are some mommies out there who can benefit from my mistake. Slow down, take care of yourself, and remember your pump parts (and learn the fine art of manual expression, just in case!) 

Now I’m going to try to take my own advice. Food pics, soon…I promise!

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