Category: live easy

  • It’s okay to NOT be an expert

    It’s okay to NOT be an expert

    When I was little I always wanted to be the best at everything: the best third baseman, the smartest in the school, and of course, the biggest class clown. I wasn’t satisfied that I got to dip my toe into all areas — I needed to beat everyone else in those areas too.

    As I grew older, I began to understand just how unsustainable that way of life truly was — there were better third basemen, even in my small hometown. There were smarter kids, even in my tiny school. And of course, there were much funnier class clowns. At first, I found this disheartening. But with maturity, I came to see this as a gift that lightened my load. You see, I no longer had to be an expert on everything.


    That realization was incredibly freeing to me. I could focus my efforts on being good at the things I truly wanted to be good at and could merely throw my support behind those who were, quite frankly, better than me in other areas.

    I think a lot of people in our country could benefit from relearning this fundamental childhood lesson.

    I cannot count the number of times I’ve heard someone start a sentence with, “Now, I’m not an expert but I think…”  Or worst yet, “I may not know everything but if you ask me, those experts don’t either.”

    You see, for some reason, a large swatch of our population is under the impression that knowledge either isn’t useful or isn’t useful if it isn’t their own. I find both of these ideas ignorant at best and dangerous at worst.

    Knowledge should be celebrated. Now, I’m not talking about #alternativefacts knowledge. I’m talking about the type of knowledge that it takes years of painful study and careful observation to gain. And lest you think I’m only referring to “book smarts” I will clarify and specifically state that I appreciate all the forms that knowledge may take.

    For example, a really good mechanic is going to have more knowledge about cars than I ever will. Now, this doesn’t mean that I should just bury my head in the sand when it comes to cars. I shouldn’t. But if an expert tells me its the radiator I would foolish to insist that it’s really my transmission acting up based on a couple of Google searches. Likewise, a mechanic would be foolhardy to go toe to toe with me regarding the constitutionality of a new law armed only with the knowledge they obtained in a 90-clip from their local Fox affiliate.

    Now, two mechanics can have a valid disagreement about what’s wrong with my car and two lawyers can have a valid disagreement over the constitutionality of a law. And that’s okay. But in those scenarios, it is the job of any non-expert listening in to ensure they are at least armed with enough knowledge to discern to who they should give their trust. For example, the certified mechanic with six years of experience and an excellent rating on Angie’s List can likely be trusted a little more than your neighbor’s uncle Joe who “has fixed a whole bunch of cars” and works out of his own garage. You don’t have to personally be an expert in cars to know that maybe Joe shouldn’t be your top source of information on the topic.

    It seems to me though, that there are also people who simply abhor any knowledge that is not their own. I suppose I just do not understand that frame of mind. Realizing that I did not have to know everything or be the best at everything was so freeing for me. It takes so much time to become an expert — it is literally impossible for anyone, even the smartest among us, to know and be it all. So, I do not see the harm in allowing others to be the experts in areas that you do not or cannot excel in.

    Even worse, it breaks me heart to know there are parents who belittle knowledge simply because it comes from their child. Honest moment here, but I’m going to be really disappointed if my daughter isn’t smarter than me. Like seriously. I want nothing more than for her to come home one day and talk circles around me about a topic I have little or no knowledge on. How amazing it is that I can help bring a human into this world that can do things for it that I simply cannot? Having a child be an expert in an area you know nothing about should be seen as a proud accomplishment for any parent — not something to roll eyes about and use as an opportunity to talk about how youth just do not respect their elders like they used to.

    A recent poll shows that growing numbers of Americans think that colleges are bad for our country. That’s really hard for me to wrap my head around. As someone with a JD, married to someone with a PhD, I feel polls like that suggest that my family is not valuable to this country. But we are. In fact, we are just as valuable to this country as a plumbers, garbage-men (and women), crosswalk workers, retail workers, or stay at home moms. Everyone is different and everyone is capable of being an expert at something — but none of us can do it all! We can however, work together because we all bring value to the table. And when we do that, we lift the nation towards prosperity.

    But we cannot lift as a cohesive unit when we cannot acknowledge the gifts others have. Book smarts matter. Street smarts matter. The kind of wisdom that only comes with age matters. The type of innovation and fearlessness that only exists in youth matters too. It takes all kinds of smarts and all kinds of people to craft a successful society. So encourage your children to pursue their passions. And when they do — when their knowledge outstrips your own — enjoy it. Smile and give yourself a pat on the back for raising your very own expert.

  • My life as a yo-yo

    My life as a yo-yo

    There is not enough time in the day for everything I want to be and for all the things I want to do.

    Most nights, I go to bed exhausted but some days feel more accomplished than others.
    There are times when I feel like I am really killing it all.

    I’m rocking it at the office.
    I’m thriving as a mom.
    I’m grooving as a wife.
    I’m kicking ass as an advocate.
    I’m taking names as an informed consumer.
    I’m keeping it real as a good friend.
    I’m slaying it as a fit & strong woman.

    But then there are days when I feel very defeated — almost like I cannot manage to get my act together in one of these areas of my life, much less all of them. This struggle of mine, the yo-yo struggle, is not new. I’m sure women have been doing it since the dawn of time. We probably slayed saber-tooth tigers while breastfeeding and picking lice out of caveman hair.

    There are moments when I feel like what I am doing means something; on these days, I am encouraged by what happens as a result of my actions. That might mean hearing my daughter pronounce a word I’ve been working on with her for weeks or perhaps seeing a terrible piece of legislation fail in committee in the Arkansas capitol. Other days, it means noticing an issue at work that seasoned attorneys have overlooked or perhaps, just buying a new pair of running shoes and holding myself accountable to finding time to run (Y’all, I run now — that’s an entire post in and of itself).

    Then there are days where, despite all my efforts, things go awry. My daughter pees in the floor and refuses to get in the tub while dogs play in her puddle. A terrible bill finds itself closer to becoming law and the lawmaker supporting it shakes my hand, looks me in the eye, and tells me condescendingly that he appreciates my efforts. I miss glaring typos in a contract and look like an idiot without access to spellcheck or a functioning brain. I forget to text a friend back and feel like a jerk. I miss a chance to go running and decide to eat my disappointment the next day with a cupcake at work.

    Essentially, my life is like a yo-yo. Some days, I’m up. Way, way up! Diana Prince up. But some days I am down. What keeps me pushing through when I’m down is knowing that I’ll be back on top of the world eventually. And what keeps me humble when I’m up is knowing that I’m one typo or toddler meltdown away from feeling like a bumbling fool.

    I suspect this feeling of mine is not particularly new or newsworthy. Millions of people — not just women — probably feel like this often. But I wanted to write at least some small account of it so that one day — if I ever manage to get off the yo-yo track — I can look back and remember how it felt to live life in a constant state of flux. It isn’t glamorous. It isn’t terrible. But it is a yo-yo and most days, I am just trying to avoid tying myself in knots.

  • 2017: A Year of Effort

    2017: A Year of Effort

    We are now elbow deep into the New Year and I have mixed emotions. On one hand, 2017 will (hopefully) be a year of progress for my family. We are planning to pay off more debt, get some projects done around the house, and of course, continue watching our #LittleLadyHolland grow up while making us simultaneously laugh and pull our hair out.

    But I feel like 2017 will also be a year of anti-progress. After all, we only have less than two weeks left under the Obama Administration and President-Elect Trump will be sworn in soon. Day to day, life might not change much for me because I am a married, heterosexual female firmly rooted in the middle class. But that’s a privilege that doesn’t apply to everyone and I fear for what 2017 has in store for millions of American families and frankly, families all around the globe. I could go on forever and write dozens of blog posts explaining exactly what terrifies me about the incoming administration and the items on Congress’ purported agenda, but I’ll spare you for now. Suffice it to say that I’m not looking forward to much of it.

    Right before the New Year — with both my family and the overall country in mind — I sat down to consider what I wanted to focus on in the coming year. Of course the usual things like “workout more” and “eat better” were on the list but I also noticed “intentional date nights” and “frequent calls to Senator and Representatives” along with “focus at work” and “make time for friends.” I stared at this list for hours and wondered how I could possibly do them all in the New Year. Suddenly, it hit me — Effort.

    I needed more Effort in my life.

    Don’t get me wrong. I work hard. I wake up and get a kiddo ready for dayschool before going into the office around 7:45 am. I typically work through my lunch break and get home anywhere between 5:00 and 5:30 pm. Then, I help Adam feed Hols and we both spend time with her, and get her tucked into bed before either one of us can finally take a breath around 7:30 pm. That kind of a day isn’t exactly ripe with free time.

    That said, when I step back and am honest with myself — I know I can do more. If I made a bit more of an effort, I know I could find time to:

    • Call my Senator/Representatives;
    • Attend local/community activities supporting causes that are important to my family; 
    • Enjoy monthly date nights with Adam;
    • Laugh through play dates with fellow local moms and friends; 
    • Practice yoga; 
    • Eat more intentionally by preparing meals ahead of time for lunch;
    • Workout more frequently;
    • Work on my planned novel;
    • Read books again;
    • Start (re)learning conversational Spanish;
    • Stay on top of my family budget so we can pay off debt;
    • And more…

    So with all of that in mind, 2017 is going to be a year of Effort for me.
    I plan to put a little more Effort forth each and every day towards a goal of mine.
    I do not expect to live a storybook life. I don’t think I’ll be speaking Spanish by year end or that I will have time to do everything all at once.
    I know that change does not happen overnight but my Effort will build upon itself and I know that with time, I will look back on 2017 and be proud of the fact that I really put in the Effort.

  • 40 by 40

    40 by 40

    My 30th birthday recently came and went. Unlike a lot of people, I was really looking forward to turning thirty. Honestly. I had zero anxiety about getting older or about entering my thirties. On the contrary, I am quite looking forward to the next decade. Over the next ten years, I get to grow as a wife and mother. I am also in a job that I adore and I cannot wait to see what my career looks like by the time 40 rolls around.
    For my birthday this year, my co-workers put together some “words of wisdom” for me to use over the next decade. One co-worker in particular suggested I make a 40 by 40 list and try really hard to finish it. After I started working on the list, Adam further suggested that I break the list down by how complicated or costly a particular task was in order to have the best chance of successfully completing everything. In other words, if I saved all the most expensive and difficult things for the last few years, I wouldn’t probably be able to do them all. So, after much thought, I have finished my list AND have divided it into Four Levels. Level 1 being the least costly and least complicated tasks and Level 4 being the most. If I strive to complete 4 tasks a year — one from each Level —  then I will be on track to realistically complete all 40 by the time I’m 40.
    In the spirit of staying on track, I thought I’d post my list — just to memorialize it for everyone to see (and to keep me accountable). Here’s to the next decade y’all. This should be fun!
    Level 1:
    3. Attend service at a house of worship of a religion I am not familiar with (Update)
    8.  Perfect a homemade biscuit recipe
    Level 2:
    11. Go 48 hours without technology
    14. Write/Send letters to 3 mentors who have impacted my life (1 of 3 done)
    16. Ride a horse again
    17.  Take a dance lesson
    18.  Renew wedding vows
    Level 3:
    22.  Walk the red carpet at an event
    24.  Be featured in a local publication
    25. Give a loved one a very extravagant gift
    Level 4 :
    31. Pay off all student debt
    32. Skydive
    33. Celebrate New Year’s Eve in a big city
    34. Visit three countries in Europe 
    35. Tour wineries on the West Coast
    36. Become proficient (er, conversational) in another language
    37. Stay the night in a castle
    38. Go scuba diving
    39. Participate in a local theatre event — even a small non-speaking role
    40. Do an unassisted pull-up 

  • Monday Morning Thoughts

    Monday Morning Thoughts

    It’s Monday and my mind is unfocused. In a last ditch attempt to get some work done, I thought I would use the blog as a mind-dump. Here goes:
    1) Why do people like printed legging so much? Seriously. I don’t get it. Especially when the print is something holiday related like Christmas trees or pumpkins. Printed leggings are cute when you are under 10 but after that I think it seems a bit over the top. Along that line of thought — what is up with dolman tops? I mean, I love them when your arms are down but when you raise your arms it looks like you are a chicken. A chicken! Who wants to look like a chicken? It is no secret that I struggle with fashion and clothing choices, but I just can’t wrap my head around these two things.
    2) I am beginning to understand why parents live vicariously through their children. I am watching the Olympics — knowing that I’ll be 30 in 2 months time so my shot at a medal is gone. BUT… #LittleLadyHolland could do it, right? Right? I can’t decide whether she should be a gymnast or a soccer star. Maybe I’ll let her choose when she is older. #nopressureparenting
    3) I’m really, really kicking myself lately for not being financially savvy when Adam and I first got married. We both have always had good jobs making good money. But, instead of really budgeting our money and doing smart things with it — like paying off debt — we just spent it. I don’t even really know what we spent it on. We don’t live extravagant lives. We haven’t had a vacation since our honeymoon. Neither of us have any labels hanging in our closets. And yet, I can promise you we have somehow wasted SO much money over the last three years. It really makes me sick if I start thinking about it too much. Now, we are using YNAB.com and I am feeling very confident that we are going to be able to “snowball” a lot of our debt and make great changes. But still, three years of earnings down the drain does NOT feel good man.
    4) My daughter is now 10 months old! Eeek! How did that happen? She is walking. Talking. She has learned to say “No” so the attitude is strong already. Just like her mama…
    5) How is voting for Trump still a thing? No seriously. How? I have never been one to be super dramatic about my chosen candidate’s potential lost. I’ve always rolled my eyes when people would say, “If ___________ wins then I am just going to move to Canada!” In the past, no single candidate (Romney, McCain, Bush) have ever made me think moving to another country would be preferable to living under their presidency. But Trump makes me reconsider my stance on such blanket statements. The trouble is though, I don’t even know WHERE we could move because I have legit fear that a Trump presidency would be SO disastrous that we wouldn’t be safe anywhere in the world. I sometimes wonder if this is how World War III happens. The thought of giving that maniac control of the nuclear codes seriously keeps me up a night. 
    6) I have lost all of my pregnancy weight and then some and I am so happy about it. I’m working out using the MommaStrong.com program and I’ve been eating a homemade salad each day for lunch and avoiding breakroom treats. It honestly hasn’t been too hard. I feel like I will lose even more once I stop breastfeeding. That day might come sooner rather than later if Miss Holland doesn’t learn how to quit chomping down on me with her six little teeth. Ouch! Any tips out there to stop the biting?
    7) I have never once used SnapChat but I did check out Instagram Stories the other day and I don’t completely hate it. But I see there isn’t really a place to “like” or comment on something so I assume you just have to message people directly for feedback. I guess I can get behind that but it is weird having a form of social media with little to no feedback. Is that the way SnapChat works as well?
    Ok — my mind is feeling a bit of clarity.Now off to grab some more caffeine before I really tackle the shit out of this Monday. Cheers!

  • The Evolution of a Blog

    The Evolution of a Blog

    On August 1st, 2013, with this (somewhat embarrassing) post, Adam and I launched this blog.  It is hard to believe that was almost three years ago. So much has changed in our lives since then. We’ve gotten married (#AVeryFlorkenWedding), we bought a house (#FlorkenFirstHome), and we have brought the most perfect little girl into the world (#LittleLadyHolland). We have also apparently overused personalized hashtags, but I digress.

    The blog itself has changed quite a bit. There used to be a new post five days a week. FIVE DAYS A WEEK! I remember feeling guilty if I took a day off and just had four for the week. Since Holland’s birth, I have posted a grand total of sixteen times. That’s it. And you know what? There has been no guilt.

    This blog used to be full of link-ups, sponsorships, sponsored posts, blogger features, and other paid or promotional content. I won’t lie — at one point I drank the Kool-Aid and thought that I too could become internet famous and rake in loads of extra cash every month just by showing up in this space and dazzling the world with my unique personality. That “reality” isn’t a total lie. At the height of our blogging, we probably made an extra $200-$500 every month off blog income. It was nice. It also was not sustainable. The blog felt like a full-time gig, and I had a full-time gig being a lawyer. When I clocked out, I just wanted to enjoy time with my husband. The blog interfered with that desire.

    In November of 2014, I started to back off the strict “blogging schedule” I had imposed upon myself. I did however, still accept “sponsors” and still found myself constantly checking to see how many comments our posts received. Learning not to watch my page views and check my stats was a slow process. It honestly wasn’t until I got pregnant with Holland, and found myself constantly sick, that I truly decided to give up the pipe dream of running the blog like a business.

    This blog is not a business.

    But it is a part of our lives. 

    That last statement is even more true now that Holland is here. I have a constant craving to document our lives. Each day she gets older and I become even more aware that time passes almost too quickly to properly capture. But I want to capture it… I want to remember what life was like for our little family of three.

    I also want to do more than just document our lives. Watching Holland grow has impressed upon me a real sense of duty. A duty to help shape the world that she will grow up in. A duty to speak up when I see wrong. A duty to praise when I see right. That sense of duty is helping evolve this blog once again.

    There was once a time where I steered clear of any political commentary or other controversial topic on this blog. I would think, “I cannot offend. I do not want to lose readers! I need their page views! I want them to like me!” That time has passed.

    It’s true — I do still want my readers to like me, but what is even more important to me is that my readers know the real me. The real me does not hesitate to talk to friends about controversial issues. The real me is passionate about politics. The real me does not want to sit idly by and not contribute to meaningful conversation in our world.

    There will still be posts here about parenting, home renovation and decorating, and other light-hearted topics. I’ll document mundane trips to the farmer’s market and share Holland’s milestones. Heck, I might even still throw in a fashion post on occasion. However, there will also be posts here about politics and issues that I believe are shaping the world that my precious daughter will grow up to inherit. That means posts about climate change, gun control, and equality. It means posts about topics with no “easy answers” and posts that will likely offend some readers.

    I know that many long-time readers may be very disheartened by this evolved blog focus. There was once a time where blogs were my escape from those “heavy” topics so I understand the sentiment. It is however, more important for me to be a voice for bettering the world my daughter will grow up in than to rake in page views or decrease my bounce rate.

    If you decide to stick around, I’m thrilled to have you — even if we do not always agree on those controversial topics. If you decide to unfollow, I will not take it personally. I do promise to be honest and as entertaining as I can in this space and more importantly, to ensure that this blog accurately reflects our little family of three and all the things we hold dear and believe.

    Change is not always comfortable, but it is often necessary. So let’s do this.

  • Playing Around with UncommonGoods

    Playing Around with UncommonGoods

    Playtime is among my favorite time.

    When we first had Holland, I was very unsure of how to “play” with her. I mean, it is a little hard to “play” with someone who can barely even track you with her eyes. Now is a different story. Holland is 7.5 months old and playtime is pretty much anytime she isn’t asleep. But from very early on, I was concerned with the type of play and the kind of playthings Holland would have.

    I don’t mind Holland having “girlie” toys but I wanted to expose her to a wide variety of toys. I didn’t mind her having a toy or two that made noises and had lights, but I also wanted her to have to think for herself and not always rely the toy to do all the work. In short, I wanted playtime for Holland to be educational and full of surprises. I wanted her to have to exercise that little mind of hers and I wanted her to grow up believing that she could do anything and be anything that she wanted. If she wants to dress up like a fairy princess one day… so be it. But I wanted to give her options and let her know that she could also build skyscrapers or be a scientist like her Dad.

    Once that decision was made, I had a new hurdle to cross: Finding appropriate toys! I don’t know if you have tried lately, but toy stores are SO crazy. Everything is blue or pink. Everything is divided into dress up or construction. And everything.. and I mean nearly everything makes noise! That’s not to say that I haven’t found some great options at local stores (I have) but I also learned very early on that the internet would be our friend when it came to finding toys for Holland.

    One place in particular that I have loved shopping from is UncommonGoods. I will confess, Adam and I shopped at UncommonGoods long before Holland showed up. Adam would occasionally treat himself to a handy gadget of some kind for the kitchen or I would snag a perfect house warming present for a friend. I was initially drawn to their company because they make a conscious effort to partner with small businesses and manufacturers. They also focus on sustainability and are environmentally responsible. I always try to #BuySmart so these were selling points for me.

    So it was probably fairly natural for me to turn to them for Holland too! She loves playing with blocks and hand puppets but most recently we bought her the “Little Patient” doll (at Adam’s request) and she just loves it. I love it too because let’s face it, it is pretty funny to watch a baby tear the guts (and other organs) out of Erwin (that’s the doll’s name by the way) as she squeals with delight! Who knows? Maybe she will grow up to be a doctor. (Or a psycho. She really enjoyed chewing on doll’s heart!)

    Adam and I don’t necessarily want to be the crazy strict parents that don’t let our kid have fun. We don’t. But we honestly do believe that all play is not created equal. I personally love to see Holland really digging in and enjoying a toy that makes her mind tick. I think those are the moments that really help shape her personality and instill in her a love for learning.

    And really, there are two things I really want this kid to love in life: 1) Learning; and 2) Harry Potter. If I can accomplish that, I think I will have succeeded as a parent.

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    Oh yeah, and don’t forget that Father’s Day is coming up. UncommonGoods has lots of goodies that Dad is guaranteed to love! Happy Shopping.

  • Life Lately: An Update

    Life Lately: An Update

    If anyone ever tells you that you’ll be able to add a baby to your family and still blog regularly, tell them to shut up. Just kidding — there are a LOT of bloggers who do so successfully but I am just not one of them. Perhaps it is my lack of dedication or maybe it’s because after Holland goes to bed the temptation to indulge in a glass (or two) of wine is strong. Come to think of it, it’s probably a combo of those two. Either way, I haven’t blogged regularly so I feel like this space is entitled to a bit of an update. I think the easiest way to accomplish this is just to dump some information and see how it lands. Here goes:
    1. I got a NEW JOB! 
    If you follow us on Instagram (and you should) you will know that I started a new job. I no longer have Fridays off (which stinks) but I’m making more money, working MUCH closer to home, and will no longer be required to work late or travel at night. I went from private practice to working in-house. It has been a big adjustment but so far, so good. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I thrive in this new role and that I start making some new work friends. For right now, it just feels “right” so I am hopeful that this was the right move for me. Only time will tell. 

    2. Adam got a NEW JOB!
    Yup. You read that right! Adam got a new job too. He is back in the lab and is much happier these days. Both of us starting new jobs within a month of each other is a little crazy but amazing. At the beginning of the year, we were both struggling at work. I said many prayers and one night just asked the universe to put us both in new positions by December… Well, the universe responded and we were both in new positions by May. Even better — neither of us went looking for these jobs. We were both recruited for these jobs so that makes us both feel so special and makes both positions seem very serendipitous. 

    3. Holland turned 6 months, then 7
    One day I blinked and my daughter was 6 month olds. Then 7. When she was 6 months, we did a beautiful photoshoot to capture the moment and I’m so glad we did. I’ve shared a few pictures on Instagram (again, why aren’t you following us?) and the picture for this post is from that shoot too. I also made sure to take a few (more personal) breastfeeding photos that have quickly become my absolute favorite. I don’t really think I can share them online but let me just tell you — breastfeeding Holland has, hands down, been one of the most rewarding things I’ve done in my entire life so I am so happy I was able to capture some of those moments on film (er, digital film?). 
    4. Master Bedroom Redo
    Adam and I finally decided to redo our master bedroom. Trust me — it was LONG overdue. As a part of the process, we upgraded to a king sized bed with a memory foam mattress. Let me just state for the record — if heaven doesn’t let me sleep in a king size bed I want no part of it! In all seriousness though, I love not having to touch Adam at night. Being married is nice and all, but sometimes I long for those single gal days when I could sleep spread-eagle and not give a crap about tossing and turning. Turns out, you can replicate those conditions as an old married woman if you upgrade to a king and invest in memory foam. Now that the bed itself has been upgraded, we plan to paint the room and decorate later in June (I might even showcase some of those nursing pictures yo!). I cannot wait to see how it turns out. Chances are, I will share some pictures on Instagram. Yet another reason you should be following us there. Just saying. 
    5. Our Roof Broke
    A few weeks ago, Adam and I woke up to find water on the floor in our living room. Turns out, our roof failed and our attic had been leaking for sometime. As a result, we had to get a whole new roof. The roof looks great. We still have to work on getting the ceiling inside the house fixed and getting the damage done to the attic repaired. For better or for worse, the roof replacement has inspired me to get started working again on #FlorkenFirstHome. We honestly got a little burned out on home projects and boycotted them for quite awhile. But now, I have the bug again so Holland will probably learn to love Home Depot pretty soon. 
    That’s all the updating I can think of right now. There are a lot of things I’ve love to discuss here from a wide array of topics if I can manage to find the time. I mean, I could talk about anything from Trump to cloth diapers! Things could get crazy in these necks of the woods. Stay tuned!

  • Holland’s Nursery: Gender Neutral and Devine

    Holland’s Nursery: Gender Neutral and Devine

    Over the weekend, Holland turned 7 months. As I was rocking her to sleep for a nap, it hit me that for 7 months now I’ve been meaning to share her beautiful nursery… But I haven’t. #bloggerfail

    Since we didn’t know whether our “Sprout” was going to be a boy or a girl we obviously kept things gender neutral. Even if we DID know though, I think I would have gone with something like this anyways. I loved the idea of a very calming space. The room is primarily tan, cream, and white. We did a LOT of work in this room, including adding in the wainscoting and building a closet-organization system (Thanks Dad!). All the work was worth it because we absolutely LOVE the way it turned out. Tell me what you think:

    Prints via TheDailyWatercolor 
    Tree Stump Base for Mobile via AmberThomasMakes
    “H” Letter via PlaneAndSaw 

    Prints via TheDailyWatercolor   
    We also wanted the nursery to be practical. I splurged for a very plush rocking chair and I have never once regretted that decision. In fact, that rocker has quickly become my favorite part of Holland’s room. We also wanted all of our cloth diapering needs to be very handy. You see that we repurposed (and repainted) planters to hang over her dresser (which used to be blue.. yes BLUE! I refinished it) to hold her cloth (and the disposables that she currently sleeps in at night). Beside the dresser, we have our dry pail for dirty cloth diapers (if you want to know more about our cloth diapering routine let me know and I’ll share) and beside the crib we have our regular dirty clothes hamper. This AH-DORABLE animal hamper was the hostess gift at my shower and I love it so much. It too, was a total splurge, and I am so thankful it was gifted to us because it works so well in the space.

    The Baby “Florken” banner was used as decoration at our baby shower and once I saw it, I knew I wanted to incorporate it into our nursery. I found that hanging it over the dresser/changing station was the perfect touch. 

    I personally think that the “stars” in this nursery are the beautiful watercolor prints from The Daily Watercolor, the giant, handmade, wooden “H” from PlaneAndSaw (which you see monthly if you follow us on Instagram) and the beautiful mobile I made using a wooden stump sign created by AmberThomasMakes and some straw animal figurines. These touches seem one of a kind and really sets our nursery apart from a lot of others I’ve seen. 

    Holland’s nursery has easily become my favorite room in the entire house. If you have any questions about where we found certain products, feel free to ask in the comments and I’ll try to answer (if I remember). Our goal was a very relaxing and neutral space that would, hopefully, help our little love animals as much as we do. I think we did an excellent job and I love watching our little Holland grow up in this space. 

  • The High Dive: A Pregnancy Metaphor

    The High Dive: A Pregnancy Metaphor

    When I was younger, I would sometimes go to the public pool in my hometown. A grand pool it was not, but it did have a rather terrifying high dive and deep end. I’m sure that if I saw the pool today the high dive would not seem so high and the deep end would not appear so deep — but at the time, both were scary.  Along with all the other kids my age, I would occasionally test my bravery out by choosing to climb the tall ladder to the platform and then linger at its edge with my toes curled over. Once you climbed the ladder, there was no turning back. Too many eyes were upon you. Too much was on the line. You had to jump… the only question was how long it would take you to build up the courage. 
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    I’m past my due date and much like little ten year old me, I find myself standing at the edge of the high dive with all eyes upon me. Everyone asks, “Now when were you due again?” and “What? No baby yet?!” Everyone has advice. “Have you tried castor oil?” “I hear that you can get that baby out doing the same thing that put it there!” 
    I am teetering on the edge. There is no turning back even if I wanted to. The only way out is down…Overlooking the water, I’m not sure I can manage the deep end below. It will involve treading water at a pace I’ve never accomplished before… But you know, it’s got to beat just standing here at the end of high dive with all eyes upon me. 
    When I was a kid, when I jumped was entirely up to me. Sometimes I stood there, full of anticipation and fear for what seemed like an eternity. Other times, I would just barely finish the climb only to sprint to the end and jump before the fear could creep in. Either way though, I made the decision when to leap. 
    Now, the decision to jump isn’t mine. It belongs to this little being inside of me. I don’t know what rhyme or reason it has for delaying my descent into the deep waters below, but I know that I’m tired of waiting. The anticipation is killing me. The comments and stares are killing me. Thoughts of how cold and cruel the waters below might end up being are killing me. I know there is a very real possibility that I won’t be able to handle this particular deep end and that I’ll need a life preserver to pull me to safety. At this point though, that’s a risk I’m willing to face because I cannot just stand here on the edge with all eyes upon me any longer. It is maddening. 
    But stand here I will because the jump is not my call. I hope I’m allowed to jump before I go mad entirely. And I hope that when I do jump, I don’t drown. In the meantime though, I have made a vow to never, ever stare and gawk at the overdue woman on the platform waiting to jump. I now know that she’s creeping towards the edge and those deep, scary waters just as fast as she can… so I’ll let her have a bit of breathing room before the water below overtakes her.
    So for now, I’ll just stand here and breathe. 
    Breathe in… breathe out… 
    Breathe in… breathe out…