Days are long. Years are short. Days are long. Years are short. Kai, getting it at the playground!Pre bedtime snuggle with my girl band!
Our days are bat shit crazy busy with kids stuff so I keep our afternoons/evenings very low key with a hard emphasis on the bedtime routine. Yes, Blaize and Pepper are 5 years old but they need their sleep. And so do I!
They are not the kind of kids that can stay up til 10pm and be “cool” the next day. I still plan my life around playing and chasing the fun with my kids during the day while honoring our “family sleep schedule.”
More music, more singing, more adventures and sleep, lots of beautiful sleep.
Happy sleeping my friends!
In the beginning of my pregnancy with baby Kai, I wondered about stretch marks. Okay AND everything else. Most of my friends had an idea or two about stretch marks. A lot of my friends with kids under five walked away without stretch marks. Randomly, my friends with kids older than five seemed to have stretch marks. Coincidence, maybe. But definitely interesting.8 months pregnant with Kai, black line and all.
After doing my own research, I think it’s a crap shoot. Research suggests that stretch marks are primarily genetic. If that’s true then I’m screwed because it runs in my family. However, the rate at which your belly grows along with nutrition, general health and skin tone can play a factor.
So, I started “lubing” my belly with cocoa butter and shea butter because I heard these are the best natural lubricants. There really are a million products that claim to prevent stretch marks. And they are not cheap. I doubt there is one product which actually prevents stretch marks. Which is why I chose to use natural oils. They claim to moisturize and help prevent stretch marks while soothing your stretching skin. One product I like is called Wild Carrot Herbals from New Seasons and Whole Foods. It has olive oil, cocoa butter, shea butter, vitamin E and even St. John’s wort along with a few other special ingredients. Like anything else in life, there’s no guarantee but I figured lubing up couldn’t hurt. At the very least it minimizes the itching from my growing belly and body. And it feels good to pamper my skin.
The funny part is that the die hard marinators I knew were two prominent Portland yoga teachers. They both openly shared their pregnancy/stretch mark experience with me. One Portland yoga instructor said she gained 60 pounds with her son and “lubed up” five times a day. And, no stretch marks. Wow, that sounds amazing. The second instructor in Portland said that she used oil called Mother’s Special Blend found at Whole Foods. She would lube up from head to toe and cruise around naked for 20 minutes or so two to three times a day. She said she didn’t get any stretch marks either. Lubing up 2-5 times a day and letting it soak in sounded like a big time commitment to me.
So, I’ve been doing what’s realistic for me. I’m lubing up once a day and try to do the head to toe lube job because it feels so good. I can’t say I do it everyday but definitely get the belly on a daily basis. It feels like I’m giving my skin a drink of water. I like to sing “Marin-nnnnaaation” when I lube up and scoot around naked.
Bottom line is that all things being equal, I’d rather not get stretch marks but know it’s the smallest trade-off for the miracle of life. To date, I’m packing 30 pounds and still stripe free. However, I know those victory stripes can show up any ole time so we shall see.
I would love to hear your tips or stories about lubing up?
Please leave a comment below. Thanks for sharing!
Published March 30, 2010
March 24th, 2018 Update-I still love to lube up and “marinate” after my shower and cruise around naked. Old habits die hard. Haha!
I have to talk about it because it’s happening all the time and really weird. And people that do instagram don’t know what I’m talking about until I show them. Why, oh why? Haha! I like the instagram, feels like how facebook was 10 years ago. Pictures without all the political bs. Surprisingly, you can write a lot under your instagram pictures. #justsayin
And when I publish my book, Instagram will be a great place to spread the love.Taking a break from the instagram weird and working out in the hotel gym. Always me in the gym and one bald pilot. Haha!
Instagram has a texting or DM component (direct message) for all my non-instagram people. However, there’s a second tier of direct messages under Direct and titled REQUESTS. These messages under REQUESTS requests are creepy. I have a revolving list of 20-30 different randoms wanting to “chat.” I don’t follow these jokers so they can’t direct message me-they can only “request” the DM. Some guys are basic with opening lines of “Hi and Hey.” Then it goes downhill from there really fast. Pictures are offered. No, I’ve never accepted one-a message or a picture.
Who knows if they are real people or robots? For all I know they’re catfishing on Instagram. I can block them especially when they get cranky and send angry direct message requests from the second tier. But really, who has time to block the freaks. Ignore them and they’ll go away is how I play it. They can delete their direct message request and a new round of freaks appears in the second tier of messaging. WTF?
Tell me, do you have a line of creepers on Instagram trying to “request” direct messages with you?
“Instagram, why you so weird?”
“Days are long, years are short.” I’ve heard this saying a lot lately and I get it. The days are long as a mom to 3 little kiddos. Our days start early and we go hard all day! The Fridays when I wear my mom hat all day and fly that night are the really long days. I’m not complaining but it takes some serious STAMINA. Not to mention the 3 hour time change (backwards) to the mix. My watch confirms why I’m so sleepy on these special mom Fridays-standing for 19 hours and walking 25,000 steps. Wow! Fresh as a daisy before boarding. Still have 9-10 hours left of socializing in me. 🙂Post flight debrief-lipstick, hat but no eye contact. I’ve got nothing left. Haha!
I’m a minimalist at heart so being a mom to three little people has it’s organizing challenges.Blaize and Pepper in all their glory. Post dinner scooter party with my toms wedges and all. Haha!
Yes, I want to save the stuff you want to save. But, we collect SO MUCH STUFF every.single.day. The daily pictures, math problems and cursive practice sheets from home alone are wild. We live in the Pearl so don’t have a garage or attic to store all the extra “stuff.” That makes it challenging to hold onto.
Years ago, a friend told me about “clipping” people. And how important it was to get rid of the blood suckers. You know, the takers. The ones that constantly take and forget to give back. These days, I’m clipping the stuff.
As, I did my quarterly closet clean out for Blaize and Pepper, I found bags of stuff to donate. Of course they still have the rotating single socks (at least 40 single socks without matchers) and the clothes. Single socks happen in every house but are rampant in two parent homes.
But a highlight for me during the closet clean out is getting a clothing item out of the rotation! It’s either too small, too stained or too tired. That feels good. Maybe next time, I’ll throw those 40 single socks away and start fresh?
I hope this post tickled your clipping urge. Less is more if you ask me.
Longboard surfing with my mom!
It’s amazing how much fun you can have in 24hours when you focus on “the fun.” I think short term travel vs. long term travel are two different animals. I’ve done both and like both. However, as a mom I don’t want to be away from my bebes for too long. So, I squeeze in the fun whenever I can. So much fun to be had on a layover!
I love my layovers, especially my Maui layovers. I was so lucky this past weekend with this little guy. He came right up to me, popped his head out of the water and it was love at first sight. ChillingFriendly, little guy saying hiHard eye contact. Haha!And, he’s off.
Wow this was the best turtle encounter I’ve ever had in Maui.
Maui, I love you!
Post Red Eye Flight
I rallied to celebrate the luck of the Irish. Sheppards pie-check, guinness-check, my favorite Irish bar-check and a second location to a fancy place in the VIP section with my high tops and white v-neck-OY! check, check. Ended the night with a burger and fries right before bed. It was a good, long day. Thanks for the cozy hoodie Squires!
This is the song we sing to each other!
Hey Girl by Lady Gaga. It’s a family favorite. We use pens as microphones and we get into it! We sing it loud and proud. Yes, they like to swing while holding my hand… There’s a timer and then I switch sides to hold hands with Blaize. This.Is.Love
Hey Girl, hey girl if you lose your way, just know that I got you! Blaize, Pepper and I sing this to each other as Kai silently watches with big eyes. Haha
Hey Girl, we can make it easy if we lift each other. We don’t need to give up on one other. Singing with my girls is so awesome!
It’s beautiful and so sweet.