8.18.2014

mr and mrs goods

 Wedding planning was not my thing. Too many decisions, too many details, too many dollars. I was 22 when I got married, and didn't have a very strong sense of personal style when it came to decor. Still don't. I always seem to have a better idea of what I don't like than what I do.

My sister Molly, though, has a great eye for design and style - which is why her personal style blog is so successful! She handpicked every detail and vendor for her wedding with discretion and care. The result was so unique and beautiful -and after planning a wedding myself, I have learned to appreciate these little elements that take months to curate.

All of the physical details aside, nothing is more beautiful than two people entering into the institution of marriage based first on their love for God, and second on their love for one another. It has been an incredible year, welcoming 2 of my sisters into the married club.

Enjoy these snapshots of Molly and Tim's gorgeous wedding day.





Everything was simple, yet elegant - a balance I strive for, but can't seem to master. To fit that theme, Molly and Tim served breakfast for dinner, with donuts for dessert. I want to go back in time to eat that meal again and again.


the bride enjoying a moment of peace before the whirlwind of crazy

makeup and hair products were everywhere - and I was in heaven! I think my parents' kitchen is still coated in a layer of hairspray and loose powder.

the finished product - vintage glam

the bridesmaids enjoying our gifts from Molly - these adorable robes! Plus, also, MIMOSA - TREAT YOSELF
trying to keep a certain flower girl occupied before her shining moment down the red carpet

our little family
As a side note, I would just like to point out that I did my own hair and makeup for the wedding. After getting my hair done for 2 other weddings, and just not being satisfied with the results, I decided that all those years reading hair care manuals from the 90s when I was a tween qualified me to do a fancy updo for a formal event. Obviously it's nothing fancy...just a lot of teasing and a lot of bobby pins.


most fun bridal party ever. I mean, 5/8ths of us are sisters, but still. The other three girls kind of made any wedding events hilarious and unforgettable. And they brought up the class average in looks.

Molly's adorable and talented photographer capturing the bride and maids-of-honor - check out some of her gorgeous photographs on Molly's blog today!

You can't tell, but Pippa had just awoken from a nap, and wasn't thrilled about this situation


fun on the party trolley!

what happens when you try to get your 1 year old to party all night long

8.15.2014

pippa at 14 months


I'm not one for monthly updates. I enjoy reading them when others do them, but can't seem to get organized enough to do them for Pippa. I don't really have her on a schedule, I have long since lost track of what foods she's tried, and I feel like her likes and dislikes change by the day.

However, I do find there are times in her development that I want to just pause and stuff it all into a time capsule so I can remember every single thing about what she was like.

We are currently in one of those phases.

Everything she does is surprising and usually delightful. I genuinely enjoy hanging out with her, as there's a bit of a give and take at this age that you don't get with an infant. (That's not to say I didn't enjoy her first year of life - it's just a different dynamic now!)


Here are some of the things I want to remember:

- the way she says "Hi. Hi. Hi. HI. HI!" until someone acknowledges her. In London, we would go on museum or church tours, and she would walk up to complete strangers, tap them on the leg, and aggressively greet them until they responded.

- for the very first time this past Monday, she saw I was getting ready to leave the house, toddled up to me, and said, "Bye!" then made kissy sounds.

- her favorite stuffed animal, Pete. She can't quite say her p's yet, so she calls him "Deet."

- the way she urgently does the baby sign for "más" (more) when she wants food. She gets a look of panic on her face, and pounds her hands together until I ask her if she's hungry. The relief in her eyes that I've understood her request is adorable.

- how she chased Pablo around the house for 10 minutes after not seeing him for 2 weeks. "Doggy! Doggy! Doggy!" she said over and over, as he tried to escape the aggressive petting. Mind you, this was at 2:30 a.m.

- that she can now say:
hi and hola
bye and adios
night-night (lays her head down and goes "shhhh.")
doggy and daddy (often we can't tell the difference in these two)
mama (finally!)
bonjour
bang-bang
agua
baby (sounds like day-dee)
hot! (whenever it's something she knows she's not supposed to have)
all done!
apple (sounds like ah-poh)
arbol (Spanish for tree...same pronunciation as apple. We have to use context clues)
auntie (this is a word used for the collective aunties, Abby or Annie, 2 specific aunties. Often shouted when the aunties were walking ahead of her stroller in London. "Auntie! Auntie! Hi. Hi! HI!")
amen (said with MUCH flourish and with folded hands "aaaaaaaaa - men")
nariz
ojo
gentle (sounds like on-toe...said while stroking my face after hitting me and laughing)
Pete (Deet)
nana
granddad/grandma/grandpa (pronunciation is SUPER sketchy on these 3)
Pablo (sounds like Ba-boh...really close to apple and arbol)

- the way she tries to sing itzy-bitzy spider- only intelligible by doing the actions that go along with it

- that she LOVES learning letters and the alphabet. Whenever someone wears a shirt with words on it she goes "a, o, i, e" - apparently she prefers vowels. I think (overeager mom alert) that she recognizes the letter o. 

- that when we were getting our manicures at Gloss in Milwaukee for Molly's wedding, she saw the letters for "Gloss" on the window and ran around the entire salon shouting at the top of her voice, "O! O! O! O!"

- how hard she tries to entertain anyone and everyone. She MUST be the center of attention, and she goes through her highlight reel of tricks to make people laugh.

- how she fake laughs when she hears other people laughing

- her toothy grin, her square fat feet, her wild curly hair

- and finally, just her general joy for life. I've never met a happier kid, and I love rediscovering life's simple pleasures through her eyes.

I've heard all the complaints, struggles, and exhaustion of motherhood. I was prepared for the tough stuff, the cost, and the sleepless nights. And those things are very real. Parenthood is not for the faint of heart. (#thestruggleisreal)

But I'm not sure I was prepared for how fun this was going to be. No one prepared me for that.

What a pleasant surprise that has turned out to be!

Now excuse me while I go read Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb 24 more times.

7.29.2014

au revoir


Well, folks, I truly had grand intentions to have all my posts scheduled before our European vacation. 
Needless to say, that didn't happen.
Probably for the best. An internet break is good for the soul.

Anyway, I hope to be replicating the photograph above's "café au lait + pastries at a sidewalk café" situation many times in the next 10 days. Which means I probably won't be spending much time here on this space. 

So until my return, 

ta ta for now and au revoir

(follow our European adventures on Instagram!)

7.23.2014

3 target language games




Whether you are raising your child bilingual, tutoring students in a second language, or teaching a foreign language in a school setting, one of the most effective ways to keep your students in the target language is to make it fun.

Music, videos, and books in the target language are great ways to use authentic resources while keeping language learning fun. But sometimes, kids just need a good old fashioned game to distract them from the fact that they're acquiring vocabulary and using new grammatical structures.

In some situations, you just want to inspire your students to engage in target language conversation while lowering their affective filters.

These games are easy to adapt to whatever type of vocabulary or structure you're targeting. They don't require a ton of preparation, and can be done with just a few, or many students. Happy playing!

great minds think alike
(found at The Creative Language Class)


Working in groups of three or four, each person takes a turn selecting a question in the target language. If your students are novices, include pictures with the questions, or make the structure of the question repetitive. Use lots of cognates. This students (secretly) writes their answer on a white board, note card, or piece of paper. Everyone else in the group writes on their white board or note card what they think that student wrote. Whoever matches their answer with that student gets a point!

memory

This is a twist on that classic childhood favorite. Create your "cards" as slides on PowerPoint, then print them out as multiple slides to a page. Either print them on card stock, or cut them out and glue them to sturdier paper. Each new vocabulary word should match a picture. Avoid translating the word into the students' first language as the matching card.

2 truths and a lie

This is a wonderful game for novices working on structures such as "I am," "I like," and "I have." Each student writes three things about themselves in the target language - 2 are facts, and 1 is a lie. The rest of the group must guess which item is a lie.

7.21.2014

a little bit loco


We all like to appear as though we've got our lives together. (Thanks, Instagram).

But by this point in my life, I'm fully convinced that none of us really knows what we're doing. We're all just on this weird journey together, and we're all a little bit crazy. Some of us are just better than others at hiding the crazy.

I am all for sharing my positive moments and highlight reels on social media. It's fun to look back at all the good memories. 

But every once and awhile it's nice to see that others are human, they're not as pulled together as they might look, and they have some straight up weird behaviors.

Let me just pull back the curtain for a moment and give you a peek into my crazy. Maybe it will make you feel a little better about your life.

1. I put WAY too much creamer in my coffee. It's like our whole culture is making this gigantic shift where we're all like, "Whole foods, natural is better, less ingredients, NATURE!" And I'm totally on board with it. I even try to make my own bread sometimes. But my one weakness when it comes to chemicals and processed food, the last frontier, is flavored coffee creamer. I. Just. Love it.


2. I just don't care about cars. At all. Like what even is a "hip" car? Are we still using cars to show status? I don't get it.

3. I only dust when company is coming over. Sorry, Mom.

4. I have to trick myself into eating vegetables. They just taste like nature, ok?
green smoothies are my main strategy for sneaking in some veggies
5. I need to go into the library with a game plan. I need a list, and I sometimes worry that I'm reading too much non-fiction, and not enough fiction. Why? Who can say?

6. Monthly budgets are my Everest. I have tried for 4 years to "balance my checkbook" and record every purchase. I'm convinced it can't be done. And why should I? We don't really even spend money besides groceries and toiletries, for which we use the cash system.

7. Ice cream every night in summer.

8. I don't really believe in germs that much. I mean, I know they exist, it's just that I don't care.

9. There is never not dog hair in my home or on my outfit.

Well, now that it sounds like my life is a mess, I hope you feel a bit better about yours ;)

7.17.2014

recluse status


I used to get in trouble for reading.

I have 5 sisters, and I'm an introvert, so that was bound to happen. "They" hadn't yet invented iPhones when I was growing up, so books became my escape. When we were supposed to be having family time, my nose was buried in a book, probably in my room. And, I mean, I can't blame 12-year-old me for opting to stay in the car and read instead of going into Menards. Especially because once I remember I was running my hand along a shelf at Menards when I was little, and my hand smelled funny the rest of the day. So that kind of turned me off to the whole "tools + boring house stuff" kind of stores. And also, I think I would still rather stay in the car and read than go into Menards or Home Depot or JoAnne Fabrics. 

But I digress. 

As an introvert, I feel like I start each day with a stack of dollar bills. Each email that necessitates a response, each phone call, each social interaction, playing with my baby, chatting with my husband, and basically any time I'm around other people, I give away one of those dollar bills. I often end the day with no dollar bills left.

But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy spending the dollar bills. 
I just don't have any left. 
And the only way to rebuild my supply of dollar bills is to be alone. 

My husband, an extrovert, cannot understand this impulse. He cannot understand why I get upset when I have to go to an unplanned social event, because I need to mentally prepare myself for small talk. The poor guy receives the brunt of my ape-like communication skills at the end of a long day, when I literally feel like I cannot carry on a real-life conversation with real words. And though he may not understand what it's like to experience these things, he respects it, and is amazing at giving me alone time whenever he can.

So when I came across this quote, I nodded my head vigorously, because I was too "talked out" to make an exclamation of agreement:


Oh boy. If I could sit in a hammock in the sunshine with no obligations and no one talking to me, that would be the epitome of extravagance. 
#treatyoself

In all seriousness, though, when I feel like there are too many demands on my time, and I have had too many social interactions without time to myself to pray, read the Bible, read for fun, or just sit and think, I start to become rude, anxious, and scatterbrained. 

I admire Daniel, of Lion's Den fame, for his unwavering commitment to escape from the hustle and bustle of his important job in order to be with his God three times each day. 

So maybe I need to become more of a recluse:

rec·luse

  [n. rek-loos, ri-kloosadj. ri-kloosrek-loos]  Show IPA
noun
1.
a person who lives in seclusion or apart from society, often for religious meditation.



I always feel so refreshed when I take the time to separate myself from society, whether it's for my faith and prayer life or my sanity. It simply needs to be a priority rather than an afterthought.

Getting up a half hour earlier than the rest of the household is one way for me to incorporate prayer, devotion, and introvert coffee time into my day. 

Do you have any tried and true methods to sneak in some alone time?

7.15.2014

storing baby clothes

Am I the only one who found baby clothes super confusing at first?

For example, why are some brands 0-3 or 3-6 months, and others just state 3 months?

And does that mean they should wear it up to 3 months? Or that they should start wearing it at 3 months?

Why do some brands barely fit at the beginning of their intended time frame, while others drown the child far past their expiration month?

I couldn't figure out what the baby was supposed to sleep in. A onesie? Full length pajamas? Just a diaper under a swaddle?

Partially due to this confusion, I really struggled with my clothing storage systems this past year. Other challenges included living in a small apartment with limited storage space, moving to a new apartment, receiving tons of hand-me-downs from family and friends (thanks!), and not wanting to get rid of anything just in case.

Our first apartment was a one bedroom. That meant no nursery, no closet for baby clothes, and nowhere to store baby clothes that no longer fit. Basically, it forced us to get rid of a lot of our own clothes in order to make room for a few drawers of baby clothes.

We were so thankful to move into a two bedroom (although we could have made the one-bedroom work), but I have been exceptionally poor at managing the additional room and closet. I kept everything. I let chaos reign. We let our things expand to fit the extra space. Rookie mistake.

Not to mention we have not allowed ourselves to spend any additional money outside of essentials this past year, in order to pay for our upcoming trip to London! That meant no purchasing organizational buckets, cubes, baskets, or shelves.

This was the unfortunate and embarrassing result:


Thankfully we have finally paid for the trip, and I felt we could spend some extra cash on a shoe shelf and storage bins. With a bit of inspiration from A Bowl Full of Lemons, and armed with coupons on my Target Cartwheel app, we made the obligatory Target run to get our lives Pippa's closet in order.

I ruthlessly culled the masses and masses of clothes we had acquired as gifts and hand-me-downs. I kept only my favorites, threw away the onesies destroyed by spit-up and other various baby messes, and made a donation pile for the still functional clothes we simply have no space for.

Here is the finished result:


Thanks to the generosity of others, and not counting medical bills and formula, we have scarcely spent a dime on this baby - yet somehow you would think we had 10 kids running around from the amount of baby things we have!

And so we continue our purging and simplifying blitzkrieg through the apartment. Next stop, the kitchen!

Any good advice on storing baby/kid clothes in a small space?