Thursday, January 31, 2013

Homemade Bath Soaps

7 years ago, when I was a blushing bride to be, I decided I was going to hand make my gifts for my bridesmaids.  I made necklaces, little handbags, and - although odd - soap.  7 years later, I still have left over soap.


Today, I used some of that soap for a little project for G.  See, I've been scouring Pinterest for lots of ideas for crafts for her to do and crafts for me to do for her.  Of the latter, I discovered Bath Crayons (found via Pinterest).  

It is stupid simple to make these things.  

Step 1: melt the soap.

Step 2: add food coloring.

Step 3: put into mold.


As you can see, I used an ice cube tray.  The one in the upper left is a little chunky because I scraped my bowl and the soap already had begun to harden.  Regardless, for bath time tonight, G is going to have something new to play with.

All for leftover glycerin soap, food coloring, an ice cube tray, and about 5 minutes of my time.  Seriously easy.  I'll let you know if she digs it.

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Hulk

G's middle name should be Tantrum. Pistol. Hulk. Tantrumpistolhulk.
 
Take this morning, for example. G's normal routine is to play in her crib and then throw a fit when I try to change her diaper. I'm talking body twisting, back arching, appendages flailing kind of fit. Something about that full squishy diaper that she simply can't let go of. This morning, however, we took things to another level. As I described it to Dave, she went plaid.
 
See, she's been a beast all weekend, so we have backtracked and allowed her binky to be used at all hours of the day instead of just at nap/bedtimes. Binky keeps the beast caged a bit.
 
I decided this morning that Binky must be only used at nap/bedtimes once again. Little did I know that this decision would bring a whole new image of what The Beast is like.
 
G: <points at Binky, signs please.>
Me: No.
G: <cries, points at Binky, signs please>
Me: I'm sorry, sweetie, but that stays in the crib.
G: <cries louder, gestures wildly at Binky, signs please furiously>
Me: No, G. I'm sorry.
G: <begins to go Gremlin on me. It's this sound that she makes that's a cross between a grunt, a growl, and a scream>
Me: G, calm down.
G: <turns green, begins to grow large, ripping her pajamas. Also starts the "phbbbbt" phase, where she alternates between Gremlin and going "phbbbt" with her tongue>
Me: Um, seriously child, it's ok.
G: <tries to slap me several times, continues the "phbbbbbt" and Gremlin growls, and stomps on the ground. This is all very loud, by the way> HULK MAD!
Me: Aw, G, come here...<I reach for her to hug her>
G: HULK DON'T WANT HUGS. HULK WANT BINKY.
Me: Ok, do you want a time out?
G: HULK ONLY WANT BINKY. HULK MUST HAVE BINKY.
Me: Well, Hulk can't have the binky. Hulk is going into timeout.
 
She fought against me while going downstairs, fought me as I popped her in her timeout seat, and proceeded to Hulk out for at least a few more minutes. After G returned to regular tantrum levels, I scooped her up as she hiccupped her way back to being calm.
 
Wow. The power of a pacifier.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Time Management in the New Year

Gracie is now 18 months old.  She walks, babbles, signs, runs, screams, giggles, and is busy busy busy.  

She's changed so much since last year, when she looked like this:
Mommy has grown up alongside G.  Very much so.  I was devastatingly lost as a new mom.  I had no idea what to do with a 1 month old, 3, 6, 9, even a year old.  Most of the time I sat in the middle of the living room floor, bouncing her in her bouncy chair, trying not to cry along with her.  Yes, that first year or so was full of growing up and adapting to my new life with this new life.

Now, life has changed.  Instead of sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room watching T.V. or entertaining her all morning, we spent an hour or so together, eating breakfast, watching some of her shows on BabyFirstTV.  Then I switched it to my morning news.  While it was, of course, met with a small temper tantrum, busting out the Legos and encouraging her to help me out quieted the adorable beast.  Once she started playing with her toys, I started to wander around the first floor, picking up.  A bottle I put noodles and almonds in a year ago to create a makeshift rattle was finally emptied and placed in the dishwasher.  Mail was sorted.  Dishes were cleaned up.  Coffee was consumed.

Once the main floor was mostly acceptable, I took G upstairs to start working on some of the rooms up there.  Her room is a mess, mostly because most of the cleaning I did in 2012 was done during her nap time. One cannot clean up while the child is sleeping.  Oh no.  The added complication is that when she's awake and I try to clean it, she thwarts me at every turn.  You want to put away my clothes, Mommy?  No.  I put them on the floor.  You want to organize my diapers?  No.  I wear them on my head.  You want to put the binkies back in the crib?  NO.  I want to carry them around all at once.  Before, I let that be the excuse for me not even to try.

Instead, this morning, I brought her into her room and started to fold and put away some clothes, sort too small clothes into a box, and get the avalanche of socks under control.  Sure, her room is still a mess right now as she sleeps.  But I did get some stuff accomplished in that room and every little bit counts.

In this new year, I'm trying to stop thinking of Gracie as the sole center of my universe.  I don't need to entertain her all day.  She can finally start participating in the stuff that I want to do.  I don't know why it took me 18 months to realize this, especially when loved ones were gently trying to coach me to do just that.  I suppose I needed that time to mature as a mom.  I'm less stressed, more happy, and enjoy my time with G so much more.

Now I can use the nap times for a bit of me time.  Like blogging.  :)