It screams work crazy hard, making huge sacrifices,
A Trick of the Trade.. or Two
I have found reusing your old baby bumper on the twin bed keeps stuffed animal friends and lovey blankets from fall in the crack between the bed and the wall.
I also just learned that freezing a toy beanbag animal makes a nice and comforting ice pack for those little one ouchies that need much love. Plus your little friend is washable.
– Hope these are helpful to you. =)
Laundry’s Done!
So I joined pinterest. Yes, I’m now one of those. And came across, amidst the WAY TOO MUCH, explosion of stuff, a do-it-yourself laundry detergent recipe. I didn’t like that one, but connected in a nearby search to a powdered laundry soap that promised to cost about $1.02 a month.
Now, we have sensitive skin needs in our household, so it perked up my ears to learn of a cloth diaper and sensitive skin safe detergent that you could make at home for $1.02 a month. And you only use 1-2 TBSP PER LOAD! So the formula-can sized amount made in the video gets the job done with extra to share. The shelf-life of the detergent is 2 months so you can have some hang-over.
I watched the video,
purchased by Borax/washing soda/Ivory soap for a total of $7 upfront (from Walmart), altered the “needed items” to use a hand grater (for soap) and a blender instead of a food processor and 20 minutes later: Voila! A month or so plus of detergent.
Ingredients:
1. 1-2 grated bars of Ivory soap (or other non-lotioned soap) to make 1-2 cups of soap for recipe. [I used 1.5 bars of original Ivory soap.]
2. 1 Cup Borax (found in laundry aisle at grocery store)
3. 1 Cup washing soda (found in laundry aisle at grocery store)
Directions:
1. Grate 1-2 bars of soap as thin as possible. Set aside.
2. Put Borax, washing soap and 1-2 cups of soap in blender and blend until mixed into fine powder. (Please wear gloves and avoid inhaling fumes from Borax and washing soda.)
3. Can and let sit with lid on can/container for 24 hours.
4. 1-2 TBSP per load of laundry gets the job done.
*** Detergent does not bubble so safe in high efficiency washers as well.
After waiting the full 24 hours of sit-time recommended, I tried my first load of laundry with the new soap.
It came out clean (good start), softer than usual, visibly brighter, and it smelled like…. nothing! (We’re a fragrance free family so that’s good.) Now the real test will come in the morning when my two enchiladas get dressed. I’ll keep you posted regarding if any skin breakouts occur. Immediate hives are a big “no, no” in the laundry soap department. 😉
So thus far, it has my star of approval. I have yet to try it on our cloth diapers because we have yet to need to wash them since I just washed them a day ago. But I’ll let you know how that goes too.
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RESULTS After Sensitive Skin Exposure:
No break outs. After having no reaction to the washed clothes, I washed all their bedding today. No reactions post-nap. I’ll update you if anything changes, but I think the verdict is in… detergent = cheap, effective AND proven good for sensitive skin. YAY!!!
My Rachael
I didn’t get a chance to write to you on your birthday. So I wanted to take and make the opportunity now to write to you.
I know you’re three years old and even if I read this to you, you’d probably be on to playing before a paragraph was complete. But some day later, if you want to make the time, you can look back and see and hear and read.
Rachael, I adore you.
You are my little Mommy look-alike, with Daddy’s nose and character. Your patience blows me away sometimes. You have taught me so much in giving someone time to work through something, without pushing them to “get over it” at your own speed. I admire that about you and am really challenged by that in you.
Your nurturing heart is so alive that you just can’t help but care for others. This precious little person in you finds such joy and contentment in serving and caring for others, especially those younger than you. I could not ask for a better “first child” to lead the way by example and grace. But even beyond that, I hope and pray that your compassion never changes as you view others with love, respect and delight.
We have found our clashing in three years old too. You challenge me to learn how to love you, while letting go and letting you feel and sometimes be “in control.” Your autonomy is blooming. You’re trying to find your identity outside of us – while still remaining tapped into the family. It’s like the budding of your teenage years as you try to figure out leadership and followship. Sometimes your autonomy comes off as disrespect, flexing your wills with a selfish motive. But sometimes that autonomy has opened my eyes to the little girl you are becoming and the independent little character that has become alive in you. Even in the moments of fluctuating balance between “your wild side” and your need to be quiet and calm, I want you to know that I am working hard to love you from a confident distance. It’s a new learning curve for me too. I want you to feel my confidence in your ability to try hard, even if the success is variable at this point. I want you to feel my love in me letting you go to make your mistakes and celebrate your successes. You don’t want me to do things for you anymore, unless you’re in a pickle, and I am trying to learn what it means to bless and release. Sometimes it’s more hard than at other times. But loving you the way you understand love is well worth the challenge.
Oh and the delight of your joy – your raw, utter joy. Rachael that joy is so contagious. I just want to soak it up and delight in those moments to their depth with you. Life is so vibrant and exciting for you. Your little body wells up until you explode with uncontrollable delight. Thank you for running to me to share those moments with me. I’m so blessed to be your playmate in those times of excitement to the full. That kind of thrill makes me want to work harder to come up with surprises and ways to make even the ordinary extraordinary. Your energy and light on your face… that is just plain fun.
And then there’s those shy, quiet moments. The timid, reserved Rachael that we have known since birth. Your contentment to take it all in and then choose your time to participate. Sometimes it’s just a bit overwhelming to watch all the business. Sometimes I can see you studying and deciding where you fit into the play group. And while your ambitions tell you to dive right in with confidence, sometimes your calm preferences over-ride. Your ability to sit and be fascinated by books, learning, and wanting to know more. Your desire to accept the challenge of learning a new skill, observing the world around you and figuring out how something works. Sometimes it’s curiosity that fuels your quietness and other times it’s just your desire to study life, and absorb your world. I am thankful for those times of “just sit with me” and “just experience this with me”. I will try to see those more in the chaos of caring for my responsibilities. Those times that are so contrary to your loud independence catch me off guard sometimes and remind me that the difficulties of autonomy come in phases. And even in the toughest looking, most confident looking child is a small person seeking affirmation and quiet love. I love that you are learning the balance of reckless abandonment in a project and reservation. Life calls for both.
Oh Rachael, there is so much depth to your character. There is so much life in your “big girl” world. Your changing and challenging needs followed by your “that’s just our Rachael” consistencies. And even in the most friction-built, power-struggling moments, I see my Rachael in your eyes…
My Rachael whom I delight in. My Rachael whom I love to be with and find such joy in studying, learning and watching. My Rachael who has such passion for life, drive for discovery, and fascination with learning the depth of your own abilities. My Rachael who “needs space” away from and cannot play without her sister in the same moment at the same time. My Rachael who seeks independence, while clinging by Mommy’s side in the same moment. My growing, thriving and delighting Rachael…
For My Abi
It’s something in that startling reality. It hit me last year too. That here amidst the fuss of VBS, my baby has gotten older. I knew it would come. I’ve watched you stepping out, embracing your independence, and conquering your discoveries.
Two had to come. But there is still something bittersweet about that reality.
I wonder at who you will be with how far your little personality has grown in the last year. Your character blooms with each morning. Your stubborn little likes and vibrant joy. That smile that ignites a room and turns us all to mush. Those blond ringlets. Your sweet little baby-fat cheeks. Your dimple. How you look like a little Daddy – with meat on your bones. Oh, little Abi how you melt Mommy’s heart.
And the way you snuggle in close. And have those moments where only Mommy will do. When you first wake up from nap or sleeping through the night and you just want to sit with me – you come running to find me, many times fussing until you find me, just to sit. Just to breathe together with your head on my shoulder. Your little world is all right again. All is in order. Then after five to ten minutes you slowly slip off, announcing your desire to start your morning or afternoon. You just needed me. And how I love needing you in those moments too.
Abi your little brave heart – diving into the dirt, fully-alive… tasting, experiencing to the full. Your all-in bravery wells up within you until you just can’t contain it. It makes you run at full-force into the playroom, following the lead of your sister’s good idea. It makes you leave Mommy’s side all at once and dive into the paint with two hands. What once was anxiety is now completely acceptable and inviting. My little Abi… so full of life.
And your shy, quiet Abi moments, clinging to Mommy’s leg. A noise that was too much, an animal moving unexpectedly at the Zoo. I can hear it a mile away running down the hallway or across the room, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!” You find your safety and reassurance in my arms again. The trust causing your body to calm. The fear releasing as safety and calm creep in. You make me feel like such a hero sometimes, Abi. I don’t deserve that kind of love and trust.
And even those little spit-fire independence tantrums. Things not going according to plan. Love, the passion in your little soul welling forth. Such promise it holds with a little self-control. I remember my own zeal. Justice is a need – even if right now it’s selfishly driven. Keep that spunk, little one, even when it feels more like rebellion and Mommy has to teach you the hard lessons of self-control and “being stubborn about the right things.” Your heart and passion are such a beautiful thing to watch mature.
So tomorrow as we celebrate you, my dear Abi, even if Mommy has a little tear as the birthday slide show scrolls through your baby and young toddler pictures, please know:
Mommy loves you beyond words. Your beautifuls and your discipling moments. You hold a precious little place in my heart, my Abi…. my precious Abi. And it has truly been a privilege to hold your hand, snuggle you close, and let you go as I watch you grow into a little girl.
Baby… you’ll always be Mommy’s baby… no matter how many other ones come into our family. And I hope and pray and look forward to the day when I will get to call you more than Mommy’s baby, but also my sister in Christ, Lord willing. Oh my Abi, how much the Lord has blessed us and me personally when He added you to our little family. And He is blessing me and challenging me and teaching me and growing me through the joy and the delight of you, my Abi Grace.
– I love you.