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I’m not sure if I’ve admitted it here before or not… But I am a hoarder.

Not the scary kind on TLC, but the “buttttt, I might need this for some awesome project someday; it has potential” kind. Thus far, it hasn’t taken over my house, or anything crazy like that.. but I do have tons of fabric and random things for “someday”.

One of my projects finally came to a close the other day, and really, this project was just decided on about 2 weeks ago. In the light of the kids getting new rooms, and the spare room going buh-bye (including the queen sized bed in there)… I decided I’d make myself a headboard for my bed. It had a headboard… but it was like, a shelf headboard? and we’d ALWAYS smack our heads off it when sitting up on the computer or whatever, and then if the pillow moved, bonk. SO annoying.

I found some tutorials on pinterest for DIY tufted headboards using pegboard and I was like oooh.. must do that. But then when we threw out the spare room bed… I was like wait.. that headboard (particle board, with ugly flowers and random moulding) has a great shape to it… kinda like what i’d choose if we drew it out and cut it ourselves…. So, I pulled it back out of the burn pile.

Hideous Headboard BEFORE

I came acrossed another tutorial where they used an existing headboard and just drilled holes through where they wanted them to make the tufts… and I set off.

Finally made it up to Joann’s and got 2 yards of a grey corduroy fabric for $13.50. I wanted velvet, but they only had red, BRIGHT blue, and green… not really what I wanted. I briefly considered the uber expensive black they had… but I had pictured it grey so, the corduroy won.

I also got spray adhesive and button kits…   and at home I had batting, and 2 foam mattress toppers that were also being junked, which I used for the foam padding.

Then the next day I set on my mission of making something old and ugly, into something freaking AWESOME.

After poking my finger with the upholstery needle (ow!) a few times, fighting with the stapler (ow!), and some annoyance in drawing the grid on the back for where I wanted the tufts….

Close up of the tufts!

But, the Monster’s floor needs finished first.







My update post got too long the other day.. So I’ll continue on the noteworthy things that’ve happened the past month.

June 30, Little Miss got bit by one of our distant cousins’ cat. It wasn’t a serious bite, but apparently cat bites can be pretty infectious because of all the bacteria, so the process was started: Doctor visit, notify DOH, etc. Her arm healed, no big deal… right?


The 10 days go by and I don’t hear anything back from the owner of the cat or the DOH, which they’d said I would hear if something was up with the cat (supposed to be in “confinement” at the owners house, if ANY changes to the health of the cat, they had to report it). Since I didn’t hear anything I ASSumed that all was good, and went about our life forgetting about the stupid cat bite.

The only noteworthy thing in this period was that I found out the cat had not gotten any vaccines in the past 2 years that they owned it, and they were unsure if the previous owner had or not… This was AFTER the owner told me it was up-to-date.

Then, day 13 my mom calls me and says that the owner of the cat (cousin) posted on facebook her (only) cat had passed away. WTF. Being that it was day 13, it wasn’t perfectly in the time period that is concerning… But, when did the cat die? How did the cat die? Was it exhibiting any signs of sickness PRIOR to dying, within that 10 day period? Could I pay to have it tested anyway being that I am a neurotic worry wort and if that cat had rabies it could possibly have infected my daughter and then she could DIE?!

I rationally tried to get ahold of the owner (16) and her mother, but no success. They had changed numbers/not paid their bills/something. Joy. It was a Saturday. <<Freak out period ensues.>>

By Sunday night, I had contacted tried to contact every person on that side of my family that could possibly have contact info for my cousins… or would know anything about the status of the cat. No one was answering my calls or returning them. <<Freaking out continues.>>

Monday, I finally got confirmation that the cat was dead. It was “put to sleep”, supposedly at a vet. So, I asked which vet? and people were dodging us again. Monday night (after I got my mom, who lives out of state) involved so she was calling everyone AND my grama was calling everyone, and I was calling everyone, we finally hear from the owners grandmother that… THEY SHOT THE CAT on Friday (Day 12) because it “was suffering horribly; it couldn’t breathe”. WTF. <<Freaks out even more hardcore because that IS one of the ways they die of rabies and that mother effing cat should have been TESTED. Obviously it was sick before day 12, it didn’t just wake up that morning and was so sick it couldn’t breathe!!>>

So, I continue researching, everything is pointing towards getting the rabies vaccine. I call the ER, they wanted more info (which I didn’t have), or to talk to our doctor and get their opinion. Called our drs office, spoke with the (new) doctor that was on call, who also felt that she should get the vaccine. It was like 9pm, she was just about ready for bed, the Dr said the morning wouldn’t hurt as it’s already been 16 days.

In the am, I call the DOH at 8am to update them on all I know, they didn’t answer. We head to the ER, she gets the rabies vax. While we’re there we get a call back from DOH who tells us to procede as if the cat DID have rabies since it can not be tested and it could have been exhibiting symptoms prior to its death, especially since they lied and said on Day 10 it was completely healthy.

I find out that the hospital is going to charge me the ER copay EVERY time we return for follow up shots, I’m pissed and frustrated ($600 total), but that’s the only place to get the vaccine so… we’ll deal.

THEN, I was on the CDC website looking up possible side effects of the vaccine (just to know what to watch for JIC), and come across the shot schedule. It was WAY different than what was on my discharge/follow up instruction paper. Nurse had wrote “Day 7, 21, 48?” she was unsure of day 48, but “you’ll be back in on days 7 and 21 so we can tell you then”. The actual POSTexposure schedule is Day 0 (first day of shots), 3, 7, 14. Big difference, seeing as if we’d listened to the nurse she’d have missed her day 3 dose!

I’m still dealing with that error because they just wanted to sweep it under the rug since I DID catch it and it wasn’t an issue. Um, hell no. It IS an issue, because if the PARENT had to catch a HUGE mistake that could have been my 2 year olds life… There is a freaking problem and if I HADN’T been overly neurotic and a know-it-all college student (well, grad) that HAS to know everything all the time, then she’d have missed the dose and that COULD have been a life or death mistake. BIG EFFING DEAL if you ask me.

Anyway, Little Miss is doing fine, she didn’t cry at all for the day 3 dose, and on the day 7 dose she only cried a tiny bit. We go back on Tuesday for the Day 14 dose and hopefully we can start to put this behind us (at least, emotionally, financially it’ll be a hindrance a while longer).

So, needless to say, my faith in hospitals has dwindled, AND my family got a wee bit smaller after the idiots put their DEAD cat over my daughter and thus put my daughter (and I) through this whole mess.


Send a few “oms” my way please yogis.


Just realized I “saved draft” on this and not “publish” from a couple weeks ago…. Oops.

I miss posting frequently, but the past few times I’ve went to post, I feel like my posts are lacking. So, I should probably write about what I know best now that the yoga challenge is over and yoga is back to just a weekly occurrence: my kids.

I know there are a million “mommy blogs” out there, and this is just going to be another, but whatev, I think we’re interesting. And besides, I can keep track of what these little devils are up to and then someday when they bring dates home I’ll be able to pull it out and embarrass them.

Some background on my parenting style, apparently I fall into the “attachment parenting” label. I didn’t know about such a type of parenting until after I had Cordelia and came across the term. But, it is definitely me. I’m also pretty much a hippie. I use cloth diapers, breast feed forever, wear my baby (well, and big kid), practice “baby led weaning” when introducing solids, and all that snazzy stuffs.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I had the diaper addiction that most cloth diapering mama’s get. They are just so freaking cute, we had a million and I STILL am tempted with some of the pretties. But, lets be honest, diapers are gross, cloth or disposable, I don’t care. Poop is gross, pee is gross. It needs to happen in the potty. Sooner rather than later. I was spoiled because the Monster pretty much potty learned at 18 months and for the most part was in the clear ever since. Of course he had accidents after that, but it wasn’t a constant thing.

Little Miss is two and she’s just starting to talk. She’s a shy little thing, and absolutely adorable, but she had absolutely no interest in the potty. She would only use it to stand on to get to something out of her reach (and she’d tote her little potty wherever she needed it to be so that she could use it as a step stool this way), she’d open it up and pour water in it, or she’d shove random toys in it and giggle when brother couldn’t find it…. But in her eyes, the potty was NOT for pee or poop.

I slowly started to get her used to the big potty, having her sit on it during diaper changes, showing her when I’d plop the poo in from her messy diapers… but still, she didn’t care.

Some OSM friends of mine tried the 3-day-potty-training method, check it out at and it worked for them, so I thought what the heck, we can do it.

I purchased a million pairs of panties, enlisted the boyfriend and grama to help out with the Monster, and spent the weekend without taking my eyes of the little munchkin so that we could continuously run to the bathroom, and hopefully get the concept like the 3day mama claimed.

Little Miss did surprisingly well, though, she didn’t really tell ME when she had to go, rather she usually held it until I’d be like “if you want to go outside, you have to go on the potty”, or prompt her before whatever else she could do AFTER she peed… But, never-the-less, she was peeing on the potty!

Little Miss on the potty!

Every time I’d make a HUGE deal about it and so she’d get all excited to! It was pretty cute.

I’m happy to report that this was two weekends ago (so a week and a half ago), and we’ve only had 2 accidents in the past 4 days! She has even went unprompted a bunch of times!

Potty training in 3 days?! Totally possible. I love the mom who made the ebook, and I’m soooo glad I gave up a weekend to give it a go. I highly suggest the method for anyone else with potty training on the horizon. I also highly suggest some breathing techniques, because the 3 days spent doing this, will definitely test your patience and perseverance. But if you can do this, you can do anything!


Posted on: July 24, 2012

I’ve been MIA (again) from the blogging world. I apologize. Again. I’m really bad at the not-daily commitment thing… I need the consistence of “I MUST post EVERY day or the world will end” sort of feeling or I put it off… and off… and off again, until it’s been like three weeks since a post. Ridiculous, I know. But, it is what it is.

Though I’ve been slacking on my actual physical “yoga”, I think I’ve been doing well with the yoga mindset, and pranayam. I’ve also been super busy, I put my DIY hat on, and have been laying hardwood laminate flooring in our house, upcycling thrift store finds to cooler stuff, and all that jazz. It’s been fun.

The Monster swifter’ing the new playroom floor!

The kids are getting their own rooms (they are excited but unsure about this new change… Little Miss usually ends up sleeping with either me, or the monster, so it’s going to take some adjustment to have a room all to herself, that’s for sure. But, this mama needs her bed back to herself full time, Little Miss got strike 3 the other night when she peed MY bed for the third time. Absolutely, positively, NOT happening anymore. Ick.

Not to mention, last night I tried being nice since I know this huge change is coming and when the Monster woke up at 3:45am and came in my room asking to sleep with me, I said okay. Wrong move. He jabbered, tossed and turned, jabbered some more… Then Little Miss came in too and she couldn’t get comfortable (I think it was because of the heat) so she kept tossing and turning too.. Finally at around 5:15 I kicked them out and back into the playroom (where their mach bedroom is set up until we get the floors all finished)… Little Miss went straight to sleep, but her brother cried, carried on, and kept coming to knock on my door every 10 minutes. >.<

So today, working 10 hours should be a blast after about 4 hours of sleep.

Guess I’ll practice some “yoga”… and if I get a few moments to myself, kapalabhati may come in handy.



As I’ve said before, I started yoga back in November. Prior to that I had only sorta done a few half ass-ed-along-with-the-tv “practices” and I totally had no idea what yoga was REALLY like.

Since November I’ve become accustomed to the practice and no matter what we do, it’s always what I need. I love the people, I love the space, I love the motion, the breathing, the prana, and I love my yogamama.

Last week, Kath was on vacation and the wonderful Brenna stepped in for the drop in class. I always love Brenna’s classes too, but without Kath there, it felt as if something was missing. Brenna, like every yoga teacher has a slightly different style. So far, she is the only other yoga instructor that I’ve experienced. Her Yin classes are amazing, and her flow classes are fun, and I enjoy them tremendously.

There is just something about your first though… I’m used to Kath, I can sort of anticipate where she is going next in the practice, and I think I let myself go, even more than I do when I’m on my own even. I am so glad I met her, and I feel so privileged to be able to practice under her watchful eye every week. She’s quickly become one of the constant’s in my life, and though I’ve only known her for a short time, she has been with me through every step of my yoga journey this far, and I feel like I owe her so much for being there with me <3.

I love my yogamama, how about you?!

…I just realized I don’t even have a picture with her. Now I’m annoyed, my post is incomplete! lol

I know that I’ve expressed my love for navasana before, but once again today we did it in class and I was reminded of the benefits that I reap from the pose. I shake like my body is being electrocuted… But I hold out, and when I finally release and lay back to enjoy the flow of prana coursing through my body, I can’t help but to smile.

I can always feel it for a long time after too, something about the aliveness that it makes me feel… It stays with me and I feel energized and ready to face the world…or my kids. lol

Every time that I leave yoga (and post) I am always thinking how much I love the practice. It’s a shame I don’t make more time for it, April really was amazing, when I made time for it every single day. If I could ever get my lazy butt up earlier in the mornings, I would really love to do a morning practice, even if it’s only a few sun salutes. But… I won’t hold my breath, my sleep deprivation doesn’t really afford me to get up even earlier in the morning. I’m lucky if I’m awake 15 minutes before I HAVE (and I mean, absolutely HAVE) to get out of the door to get to work on time.

But, as with all things it’s all about priorities. In April, it was a challenge, so I made it a priority to get to yoga every day. Now, the kids and work are back at the top, and yoga sort of got pushed to the wayside with everything else that is going on. I have to fix it. I’m such a better person when I practice regularly. Not to mention, I just FEEL better, and I eat better, and probably LOOK better. ha.

This week promises to be an especially stressful one, first with my daughter getting bit by a cat on Saturday, then burning her hand last night, and issues at work that are going to be unfolding in the next couple of weeks… Also 2 people I know were in a horrible accident yesterday afternoon and are in the hospital. The stress is unreal and I have to remember to put me on that list of priorities, and that means, I need to make time for yoga.

The Little Miss, given that she’s had a rough weekend.

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