Because I Have To.

So.  As the title implies, I’m writing this post because I have to.  Why do I have to?  Because I haven’t.  Duh.

I haven’t written anything in some time, and not because my life is void of activity or events, but because I’m terrible at follow through.  There.  I said it.

Also, I have to say (since I like to be honest here) my confidence has been seriously lacking as of late.  There is something to be said about putting yourself out there and hoping people like who you are.

“But you shouldn’t care if people like who you are!  Just be you!  You are special!”  That’s what we’ve been told growing up, isn’t it?

But goodness, it’s so much harder than that.

I don’t know who I am most days, or how to be sure of myself.  I (as I’ve mentioned before) struggle so much with the concept of making adult friends.  And I know I’m not alone.  There are many people who feel this way.  And especially after having kids, all of a sudden you turn into this MOM-BOT that only says things like “Sit down!”  or “Nice hands!”  and you go by names like “Mrs.  So-and-so”  or “So-and-So’s Mom”  and you’re all “Wait!  I used to by my own person!”.

Add to that mix the fact that my humor is, um, a little off brand to the mom world, and things just get even MORE awkward.  I can’t express to you the amount of times I’ve made a joke, just to have people’s eyes glaze over and their jaws slack a little.

I guess the point of this post (besides me once again complaining about how I don’t know how to life) is that I’m in the process of barreling through this weird, awkward second puberty I’ve found myself in.  Thirty is the new twelve.

So if you find yourself feeling similarly, at least know you aren’t alone.

That’s all.

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Itovi, Utovi, We all, umm, tovi 

So I had posted on Facebook some time ago that my Itovi had arrived.  

What the heck is an “Itovi”?

Well I’m going to tell you what it is and what it ISN’T. 

 itovi

There it is, in all it’s tiny glory.  
The Itovi is a personal scanner. Sounds pretty sci-fi, right?  And in so many ways, it kind of is. 

The Itovi uses a technology called “Bioimpedance” to tell us about our own bodies and health. Bioimpedance is the same technology used in most of the fitness trackers people are using these days. Basically, tiny frequencies of electricity are used to bounce around and report back on what is happening in your body. That’s probably the least scientific way to explain this, but Google. Just. Google. 

So after a scan that roughly takes about two and half minutes, you get a read out that looks something like this:

 

So, the read out you see is actually from Pixie’s most recent scan.  Now if you’re like my dad, you’re probably looking at this wondering what any of this means.  As you can see, of the 273 bio points scanned, 72 of them can use improvement. Now this information is based off of so many variables: sleep, stress, diet, exercise, water intake, and so on. 

What this scanner doesn’t do, is diagnose.  I am not a doctor and I’m not going to tell you that you have small pox, or the measles, or whatever else.   

But this scan shows me that based off of this readout, Pixie would have the most beneficial results using Petitgrain. It gives the Young Living description of each suggested oil or supplement and nothing more. So now what? 

Now, I would take this information and research Petitgrain on my own. Knowing what it assists with and what benefits it has leads me to a plan of action as far as how I would use this oil on Pixie. And that’s the gist. 

Do you need extra knowledge of oils to use the scanner?  Not necessarily, but it certainly helps fill in some of the gaps here.  I’ve been more or less running the scan and then providing each person with a full break down or “oil map” letting them know the nitty gritty details. 

Overall, it’s an amazing tool that offers the most customized results possible. Regrets?  None. 

I will say, the results we’ve seen have made tremendous sense when considering our various health concerns. I even eliminated one of the supplements I’ve been taking for a few days (totally intentional, not because I’m lazy. Ha!) and low and behold, there it was in my next scan. Voo doo!  Or, even better, science!  So cool. 

If you’re interested in getting scanned and are local to me here in beautiful New Jersey, let me know!  Or if you’d like to look into getting an Itovi for yourself, or just want more information because I’m a terrible science teacher, visit www.itovi.com

I think it goes without saying, I’ve received no compensation or product for this post (seriously, no one would pay for this). I just wanted to share how excited I was over this new gadget! 

I Plead My Case…

Ok.  Here I am.  I have defeated the nasty cold that was plaguing my life, and now I need to be semi-productive.  

If you saw my Facebook post, you saw I’ve received my long-awaited Itovi scanner.  It.  Is.  Awesome.  I will be writing a post allllllll about that once I’ve had a little more time to use it and get a better feel for it.  

But today, I want to talk about something I’m dreading.  DREADING.

In a couple of weeks, I am turning 30.  

Folks, I am not qualified to turn 30.  I’m not.  And if anyone tries to use the phrase “dirty 30”, I’m punching them right in the face.  NO.  I don’t need to feel old and dirty.  That is mean, rude, and just uncalled for.  Keep that to yourself. 

Now, there was a dark point in my life where I never imagined even making it to 30.  I didn’t even think I’d make it to 20.  Things were dark and sad, and for a while, I gave up.  Until I found out I was pregnant with Slugger.  I really believe that boy saved my life.  

But anyway.  Here I am now.  And I have to say, I thought things would be so different sitting where I am.  I thought I’d have figured things out and have a good idea of who I am.  I haven’t.  I don’t.  

I have no idea how to make friends.  None.  I thought it was hard as a kid, but seriously, as an adult, I feel like you can’t just walk up to someone and say  “Do you want to be my friend now?”  Frowned upon.  I think.  I don’t know because, again, I don’t know how to make friends in adult world.  

I still feel absolutely stupid when talking to an authority figure.  Teachers aren’t people.  I have friends who grew up to be teachers, and yet, I can’t see them as people.  I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing.  Heaven forbid I get asked about why my kid’s homework isn’t done.  I immediately get transported back to the fifth grade and start worrying that someone is going to call my parents.  Except I AM the parent.  And I want to shout at these people “I’m not qualified for this!” 

My house doesn’t look like a picture from Better Homes and Gardens.  It looks more like a progress picture from an episode of Hoarders.  Somewhere in between realizing there is a problem and finishing the clean up.  That’s where we are.  It’s livable, but just barely.  You can sit on my couch, but only after I move several small animals, four barbies, a play vacuum, and some blankets.  The closest I get to fancy is the fact that I have a curio cabinet.  That has things strategically placed in front of it to keep out tiny people.  Classy.  

Then there’s me.  I imagined myself, coming upon 30 and looking the best I ever have.  You know, like Stacy London from What Not to Wear, just younger.  The reality?  I have no idea how to dress this body.  This body that has mutated strangely after having two kids.  The body that I just assumed would slim down in my 20’s (because everyone is hot in their 20’s.  That’s what sitcoms have taught us) but instead just ballooned.  When I put on jeans, it just accentuates my mom pooch.  So I stick to yoga pants, because they seem to hide most things.  I’m still wearing the same sweatshirts from high school, although where they used to be oversized and comfy, now they JUST fit. But as least they fit, right?  

I still have no idea what to do with this stuff on my head people call hair. I’m alway in awe of the perfectly coiffed ladies.  How do they get their hair to do that?  Do they have a hair and make up team at home?  Am I just that incompetent?  Who was supposed to teach me this dark art?  What the hell?  So many questions!  At least I’ve mastered the messy bun.  That’s still a thing, right?

I’m working on a new philosophy that women who always have their nails done also have their life together.  So naturally, if I just keep my nails looking nice, the rest will fall into place.  I’m pretty sure this is fool proof.  I’ll get back to you on this.  

So, I rest my case.  This year, I will not be turning 30.  I have more than proven I am not qualified, nor do I have the life experiences necessary to carry out the act of turning 30.  Except for the kids part.  I guess theres’s that.  But still.  Not qualified.  

And you can’t make me.  

I’m here! I’m here!

I have been missing for a while!  

I haven’t run away screaming (yet), I’ve just put so many, many things on my plate and I’m trying to keep myself focused and organized on all of them.  I know, I’m funny.

I have been loving the new aromatherapy course I’m taking, but I had NO IDEA it was so involved.  Like, learning about things that I didn’t even know were words let alone concepts I should understand.  It’s deep, involved stuff.  The fact that I’m still marching through it only proves to myself that this is something I’m passionate about.  And that’s a good thing.  A time consuming, stressful, good thing.  So I apologize that this course has taken me away from you, but it’s only so I have more knowledge to impart and more ways to help spread oily goodness.  (Mind out of the gutter, you know what I mean.)

I’m completely in the infancy stages of this course and have already learned a crazy amount of things.  Things that can actually be applied to my daily life.  Which is probably a “duh” concept for other people, but the skeptic in me still lingers in a corner telling me how crazy this all is and that there’s no way any of this is legit.  

Insert science here.  So, so much science, you guys.  

After a heaping helping of science, I started to rethink the oils we were using for Slugger.  Lately, he has been struggling again in school.  Part of this struggle is completely psychosomatic in the respect that because we took him off his medicine (about two months ago), Slugger equates this to being able to act inappropriately and blame it on the lack of medicine.  The fault in his logic?  The behavior he’s exhibiting would never have been controlled by the medicine in the first place.  We’ve once again had to have the conversation about why faking symptoms to receive unneeded medicine is a bad thing.  It’s a work in progress. 

The other part of his struggle is attributed to a complete lack of focus.  Rather than the stereotypical ADHD behaivior (i.e. Hyperactivity), Slugger has been almost retreating into his own head rather than working in class.  He literally sits at his desk and stares into space.  For the entire class.   Work isn’t getting done.  At all.

So again, I started to rethink his oil regimen.  I was originally approaching things based off Slugger’s behaivior at home, rather than his work ethic and I think that’s where I tripped myself up.  The behaivior at home is completely different than at school.  At home he’s loud and defiant.  So naturally, I gravitated towards oils that would promote a calming, focused effect.  The problem here is that kid’s with ADHD typically respond better to stimulants.  So no wonder Slugger was zoning out in school.  I was giving him the polar opposite of what he needed.  

After thinking all this through, I immediately made up a roller of the Clarity blend.  This blend is great for supporting cognitive function, but the best part?  The oils in the blend all tend to have an energizing effect.  A STIMULATING effect.  Bingo.  

Two days later, Slugger’s teacher was raving about how he was a totally different kid in class.  He is focused and alert.  He isn’t responding with anger when asked to make corrections.  He is applying his roller of Clarity about 3 times during the school day and it seems to be giving him the boost he needs.   

Thank God.

We just got our bottle of Mindwise in as well, so I have been giving that to Slugger daily to help things along.  I have to say, I’ve been taking it as well, and it is DELICIOUS. I definitely think we need to give it sometime to judge the results. But let’s put it this way, taste is a bonus.  Slugger takes NOTHING in liquid form, but once we got passed the initial taste, he was onboard.  Win.  

So that’s where we are right now.  Onward and upward.  And hopefully more blog posts. 

I’m trying.  

Hair We Go Again…

 
Welcome back to another edition of I need a better camera Hair We Go!  Today we were a little pressed for time, so I thought we would try a tutorial I’ve seen floating around for a while.  Some people call it “faking a long ponytail” or “the double pony tail trick”.  What ever makes you happy.  

Being that Pixie has such curly hair, her hair often looks a lot shorter than it really is.  You wet that head and her hair goes down between her shoulder blades, but once it dries, it’s more like a bob.  Regardless, I’d kill for her curls.  Typically, her ponty tails are tiny, curly and adorable.  I’ve actually had people ask if I curl her hair.  I should have really taken a picture of a typical Pixie pony so I could show you, but I’m a terrible blogger and who has forethought these days?  

So any way, let me show you how it turned out. 

   
 I need to start by pointing out the obvious, that weird part on the side of her head makes me crazy!  If I had more time, I would definitely play around with it and see if I couldn’t get rid of that obvious part that screams “Secret ponytail isn’t so secret!”  I had tried this hairstyle on myself and ran into the same problem.  I definitely think it has a lot to do with my lack of hair skills.  

All in all, this hair style is stupid easy and incredible satisfying.  Pixie’s ponytail has easily doubled in length and looks great (aside from that PART!).  I would absolutely do this with my own hair as well.  I would show you, but taking pictures of the back of my own head was super difficult and no one wants to see the lame attempt I made.  

So success!  

Here’s a simple tutorial from makeup.com so you can try on your own!

http://www.makeup.com/two-ponytail-trick
Let me know what you think! 

Ahhhh, Valentine’s Day…

Valentine’s Day is almost upon us, and I can’t help but realize, like every other area of my life, Valentine’s Day has changed drastically since having children.  

Allow me to demonstrate:

BK (before kids):  

You get super excited when you glimpse at your calendar (filled with lots of fun, grown up-like events) and notice that Valentine’s Day is coming up!  Oh for soothe! (Or something.). You can’t wait to spend the day with your love and relish in how much you enjoy each other’s company.  It’s going to be so much fun!

AK (after kids):

Oh hell.  Valentine’s Day is like, three days away!  You didn’t notice between the school meetings and play dates.  But there it is.  Did you pick up Valentines yet for the class?  How many kids are in the class?  Are they doing that this year?  Is there a class party you have to show up to?  Your kid doesn’t know either.  Awesome.  Did you discuss any plans with your other half?  Are you getting each other anything this year?  Why are there holidays?  Aren’t regular days enough?

BK:

DAYS before, you start the grooming process for the big day.  You’re waxing and shaving various areas.  You need to make sure you have that certain perfume that drives him crazy.  What are you going to wear?  Whatever.  You’ll get an entirely new outfit.  It’s a special occasion after all!  You make an appointment for the salon that morning so your mani, pedi, and hair look amazing.  You smile to yourself while trying out different make up looks in the mirror and wonder if life could be any sweeter.  

AF:

Valentine’s Day.  Like, the actual day of.  Is everyone bathed?  Have they at least bathed recently?  Did you brush your hair and teeth this morning?  Better make sure you do that.  You don’t have to shave. Gweneth Paltrow said so.  

BK:

You’ve picked out the most amazing gift for your other half!  It’s wrapped like in belongs in a window display and you are dying, DYING to give it to them.  They’re going to be so excited.  And you know how great they are at giving gifts too.  What is it this year?  Diamonds?  A new car with a bow on it?  Your own ISLAND!?  Who knows?  You don’t!  AH!  You love love!

AK:

You hand your significant other the generic box of chocolates you remembered to pick up at the last minute.  They might have thanked you, but you can’t hear them over the sounds of children asking to try some of YOUR chocolate, even though they definitely got their own.  You turn your back for a minute, and that giant gaudy heart you received is filled only with wrappers.  Magical.  

BK:

You’re in the car, listening to Boys II Men, and gazing longingly at each other.  Your love surprised you by getting reservation months in advance to some swanky, dark little restaurant that charges illegal organs for a main course.  But it’s ok,  what else do you have to spend money on?  You hold hands across the table, while sharing a dessert and staring into the dark pools of each other’s eyes.  This is so great.  

AK:

You head to whatever chain restaraunt that  isn’t completely swamped with people.  You still have to wait an eternity to get seated.  If you have to tell the kids to stop hitting each other one more time…oh thank God, the table is ready.  You go through the the regular dinner time motions (begging people to eat, negotiating, threatening, listening to conversations entirely based around video games and tv shows you don’t even understand) all while feeling SUPER conscious of the fact that everyone in your immediate vicinity is childless.  And annoyed with you.  In fact, your pretty sure that one couple left before their drinks even came to the table.  Whatever.  Jerks.  

BK:

You finish dinner and race home to the…main event.  

I don’t feel like that needs further explanation.  

AK:

You finally manage to get everyone into the car and wonder if these little heathans will ever sleep tonight after the copious amounts of candy they ate.  Once you get home and make sure everyone is dreaming sweetly, you pass out promptly on the couch.  If you’re lucky, you aren’t snoring.  (You aren’t lucky.)

And I know what some of you are thinking: “Why not get someone to watch the kids?”

And you can do that, but let’s face it, you’re just going to spend the whole time talking about how much you miss them.  

Update:  I’m Lazy

Seriously though.  I can’t seem to get my butt in gear this week.  I’ve had about 2039840293784 things on the agenda and maybe accomplished, oh, 3 of them.  Anyone else?

Anyway, I figured since I didn’t tackle any of the big things I’ve had planned from this blog so far this week, I’d at least stop by with a little update.  

As I mentioned before, we took Slugger off his meds a little over a month ago now.  There have been some changes, and I thought this was as good a place as any to think them out and put them on “paper”.  Plus, you know, I like you guys.  

So the pros:

I have heard more genuine laughter from Slugger the last couple of weeks than I’ve heard in a while.  Like goofy, belly laughs.  

We’ve been able to joke around a little, which is hard sometimes because he is SO literal.  Like, sarcasm.  I embrace it.  He doesn’t understand sarcasm and gets really upset with me some times.  Whoops.  

BIggest pro?  No more meds.  Duh.

The Cons:

There is really only one HUGE con.  Slugger seems to think that because he isn’t on his medication anymore he now has free reign to act like a fool.  And I don’t mean the goofy stated above.  I mean blatant disrespect and disregard for everyone around him.  More so than the usual.  Now, how do I know this isn’t a side effect?  Well, his meds were for his FOCUS.  Not BEHAVIOR.  

So I have a feeling, in his head, he thinks that he can blame any and all indiscretions on the fact that we are no longer medicating him, when in fact, the issues we are having are completely unrelated.  Ahhhh, kids.  They’re great.

But on another note, we finally got our new oil blend in and I’m hoping this at least assists in Slugger’s anger issues.  I will say, I made the mistake of diffusing it during homework time yesterday.  Never. Again.  Talk about letting the flood gates open.  We are going to have to use this one with caution.  So there’s that. 

I’m super excited because we are going to be trying a supplement for Slugger next month.  Even though his go to blend, Brain Power, seems to be working well for him (when he feels like actually doing work!) I figured the added boost of a supplement couldn’t hurt.  I’ll be trying it as well because, ummm, who couldn’t use some assistance with their continuities function, am I right?  More on that though when it comes in.  

Any way, I’m going to go try to be productive.  Then I can actually present something interesting to you folks.  So hang in there.  It’s coming.  I think. Maybe.