Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Going Through the Terrible Two's

So I thought I'd share what my typical day looks like these days living with a three and a half year old who is going through the Terrible Two's....only a year late.

7:00am - Get up and head to the kitchen to start making MK's lunch and breakfast and get myself dressed and ready for the day.
7:30-7:45am - Go wake up my teenage three year old who would sleep until noon if I let her. This should be mentally pictured much like what a nervous and shaking victim unwillingly entering a dragon's lair would look like.
8:15am - Finally convince the dragon to roll out of bed and go into the living room for some cartoons and a possible side of breakfast. After, of course, she yells at me to leave her alone because she is still sleepy and breathes fire directly into my face, singeing my eyebrows with her non-teeth-brushed breath.
8:45am - Begin demanding that she eat the breakfast that has been sitting next to her untouched for the last 30 minutes while she sits in a zombie-trance during Dinosaur Train, Super Why, & The Cat in the Hat on PBS.
9:00am - Begrudgingly initiate the daily morning show-down. A wrestling and yelling match normally ensues upon me trying to get MK to put on her school clothes, brush her teeth, and allow me to brush her rat's nest hair. This wrestling match always ends with tears and screaming and often the time-out chair. 
9:20am - Gather school bags, lunch box, and the still-crying and screaming kid to load into the car and head to school. 
(Sounds like a fun day thus far, eh?)
9:30am - Drop MK off at school.
9:45am - Head back home or to Starbucks for at least one - two hours of writing.
10:45am-12:00pm - Anytime in between these hours, depending on if my writing is going well that day or not, I head over to the BFR office for a few hours of work there.
*This would be the part of the day that I used to get in my runs as well.... until I got knocked up, and the fetus inside of me would bounce on my bladder every run, giving me good reason to believe I should start purchasing Adult Depends. Hence the lack of runs happening in my life this past month or so. TMI? Sorry about that...
2:00pm - Leave BFR, home, or Starbucks (depending on where I went for the day) and head back to school pick up MK. Practice breathing exercises on the way, calming and relaxing myself in preparation for the promised battles I was to face within the next hour.
2:30pm - Load MK back into the car to head home or to run errands... IF her mood allows. (More often than not, her mood does NOT allow).
2:45pm - Unload child, school bags, and daily artwork and head into the house and try to convince MK to eat a snack before her mood doesn't allow much else besides screaming and crying.
3:00pm - Put MK in time out for yelling and screaming at me for no good reason. Besides maybe the reason that she is obviously starving but refuses to eat anything... including the breakfast and lunch that is still available for her since she didn't eat them earlier in the day.
3:15pm - If MK has stopped crying in the time-out chair, I remove her and allow her to relax and have some chill-the-F-out time on the couch with Princess & The Frog or some other Disney movie playing. This chill-out time of hers is the most peaceful she is all day (at least in my presence), so I start laundry, doing dishes, cleaning the kitchen, the house... whatever needs to be done. If MK is willing to allow me to sit with her for a few minutes and she's still not too mad at me for trying to force nutrients into her, I'll read her a book or two during this time as well. Either before or after her movie is over. But always a movie... Princess I-Get-What-I-Want always gets a movie! Once must remember that...
4:15-4:45pm - Bryant usually emerges from his cave office in the corner of the house, scavenging for food... which he normally has to figure out on his own due to my lack of culinary skills and energy from the battles I've barely survived throughout the day.
4:45pm - Bryant leaves to work with clients, leaving me to fend for myself against the holy 3 year old terror who is just finishing her movie and chill-the-F-out time and ready to re-enter the world of mama-hatred and demon-possession.
5:30pm - I normally make MK and myself an easy meal. I can sometimes get her to "help" me, which engages her and keeps her from screaming and yelling in my general direction for at least 45 minutes. Sometimes, however, this doesn't work... in that case, picture yet another battle between mother and daughter.
6:15pm - Unsuccessfully try to get MK to eat the meal we just prepared. This leads to more screaming and yelling, which most often leads to time out for the rudeness she has thrown my way. 
6:45-8:15pm - Grasp desperately for whatever activities will keep MK happy and me sane during this time before Bryant gets home.
8:15pm - This is when I relinquish all parenting duties to Bryant as he arrives home from work for the day and I disappear into a dark room or closet somewhere deep within the house to hide decompress and work on breathing exercises, trying to harness my chi. Nervous sweats tend to break out if anybody comes too close or demands any attention during this time.
9:15pm - Climb into bed with a book, refusing to look anybody or anything in the eye for fear of having to interact. Bryant is in charge of putting MK to bed (even though I don't think he fully realizes this yet due to his grumbling and complaints about it... #toughluckdaddy-o), so I don't have to deal with another fight that day.

I don't know if my pregnancy hormones are contributing to the immense amount of impatience I have and the sheer brutal-ness of each day, but geeeeezzzzz.... whatever it is.... I'm OVER this. And I'm exhausted.

Mama needs a damn vacation already.

*images courtesy of Google Images

Monday, January 28, 2013

Want to Join The Revolution?

It'll be a BLASTY!  
No matter where you are located, just shoot me an email and we'll go from there! 





Saturday, January 26, 2013

Step 1: Acceptance - When Your Child Dresses Better Than You




Just some visual proof that my child definitely dresses better than me...

She is as girly as they come, and me? Well, I'm just lazy....

Her = Cute
Me = Ridiculous
Her = Fabulous

Me = Lazy 
Her = Adorable

Me = Hobo 
Her = Charming
Me = Awkward

Her = Delightful
Me = Blah 

Her = Darling


Thursday, January 24, 2013

McKenna-isms

So I was sitting here tonight with MK, listening to her blabber on about who knows what and I decided to share some of my favorite McKenna-isms and quotes.  These are just a few that I can think of off the top of my head. I know there are more, but this will have to do for now. :-)



"You can eat all the gummy bears because you have a BIG mouth just like daddy!" 
"When you see a yellow light, say 'Whoopsie!'"  *said to me after repeating what my mother said to her as she ran a yellow light... and so often does.
"I'm going to drop a GIANT poop ball so you can see it!" *Oh, the joys of potty training...
"Put your hand up to your ear and listen to me drop a giant poop ball!" 
"Don't get dookie on your hands when you wipe my butt." *When they talk like this, you know they should be wiping their OWN butt!
"When I'm a grown up can I wear this huge booby holder thing that looks like a zebra?" *yelled across Target while holding a well-endowed bra.
"Mama, I just called all the princesses and put them on my Facebook so we know their birthday is January."
McKenna: Did you know I really want a butterfly? A purple one with purple on its wings. Did you know my caterpillars have turned into chrysalis and will come out like butterflies? But not purple ones. Painted Lady's. But I really want purple ones.Me: Oh yeah? McKenna: Did you know I know everything?? 

And my all time favorite.... (said to her dad while demanding chocolate milk before taking a nap)....



"I need some chocolate milk. It's a f**king problem!"


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

A New J-O-B for Me

So I just realized that I hadn't shared with you fine people my new jobby-job!

Oh yes, I have a job.

And it rocks my face off.

I am the new Midsouth Regional Rep for Be Free Revolution.

Clearly, I've been blowing you all up with my posts on the whole Africa deal over the past few months since my mission trip with them,  but I am sorry to say, they're not over yet.  Because I'm officially on board with BFR now. ;-)

It's the Biz-naz!
I even have a profile on their website and snazzy new business cards.  (You may recognize some of the profile description if you decide to click through and read it. It may or may not have been stolen from my blog. What can I say? I'm not very creative...)

I know... legit, right?  Real business cards. #IAmOnlySlightlyBeingOverDramaticHere #IReallyAmExcitedToCarryBusinessCardsAgain #ItsTheLittleThings

So anyway, my main job with BFR is to help spread the mission by getting retailers in my region to carry BFR merchandise in their stores, boutiques, and salons. Well, that among other things.... but basically to spread awareness of Be Free and it's amazing, rocking, no-holds-bar, killer mission. #SwearIAmNotBiased

I have a rather large region, which I am thrilled about. It includes the following states: KY, TN, NC, SC, GA, AL, TN, AR, as well as NM (since I'm sort-a, kind-a, but not really from there, even though I lived there for 10 years.)

Soooooo..... #InsertShamelessPlug

If any of you fine people know of any boutiques in those areas that would be great partners with BFR in selling the handmade African creations, let a sista know! :-) I'm also in charge of trunk shows in these areas as well.... so if you or anybody you know would like to host one, I'll cut you a sweet deal on some merchandise for yourself! :-) Booyah!

Anyway, so that's what I've been up to as of late. Between chasing my kid, growing a fetus, and writing my book, I've been reaching out to some amazing retailers about BFR.


**In case you haven't seen it or know what BFR is, check out this rockin' Look Book. It will give you an idea of what we sell and where all the proceeds go.**

Sunday, January 20, 2013

KFun See, KFun Do! A Wreath Making Extravaganza!

Y'all...

I went all Martha Stewart on you today.

I made a wreath.

Whoa.

I know, right?

A wreath?

Who does that?

And since when am I Ms. Suzy Home-maker?

Well, since I saw this post.

I follow Landee's blog and she does some of the coolest things. Confession: I've been blog stalking her for quite some time and drool over some of the absolute disgusting cuteness she creates. But that's it. I just look and drool. I never do it.

Totally lame.

Until now... I decided to give this one a shot.

I went to Hobby Lobby... spent about $20 on a straw wreath and ribbon (with everything on sale! Whoop!)...

and Voila!

My very own Landee-Creation! :-)

Obviously, it's not as fabulous as her original ones, but hey... this was my first go around.

I'll probably end up making more from her site as well... maybe even get all thematic on you guys and make holiday themed ones and stuff... because this really was easy.

And if I can't mess it up.... then nobody can. :-)










Thursday, January 17, 2013

On a Mission: The Maasai Mara & Safari (6 of 6)

Early Thursday morning, we packed up all our belongings and left Wengeshi's to head out on a 6 hour trek to the Maasai Mara.

The Maasai Mara National Reserve is a large game reserve in south-west Kenya, and is contiguous with Serengeti National Park in Tanzania. The Maasai people are it's name-sake and still inhabit the area.

And let me tell you.... this place will blow your mind. When you think of "Africa" this is what you think of.  Tribal people wearing traditional garb, mud huts, lions, giraffes... you know - the whole African she-bang.

Our first stop was at a co-ed Maasai school called, Siana. This school boasts as one of the top schools in the country, with almost all of their students moving from Class Eight to the highest level of secondary school (National Schools) available. A little background, all class eight kids are tested nationally which determines which level of secondary school they can attend... sort of like our ACT/SATS over here... or even the GRE.  But the test scores are the only determining factor in their acceptance - no GPA or anything else counts. So these tests are a big damn deal over there. Many kids end up dropping out of school or having to repeat Class Eight if they don't pass or get high enough test scores.

Anyway, this school was crazy. First of all, every student looked like a model. I swear, despite being dressed in sub-par uniforms, each child towered maybe 6 inches to a foot above me... and they were like 10 to 14 years old or something! Plus, they have that super swanky exotic look to them anyway. I love it, and may have been jealous with my stumpy 5 ft 3 frame. :-)

This school also served as a rescue school for young females and on campus a dormitory housed hundreds of girls who had been rescued from female circumcision.

Yes - you read that right.

Female circumcision. I am literally shuddering right now imaging it. Traditionally, the Maasai people have little regard for a few things... both women and eduction being two of them. First of all, they don't believe women should be educated. Plain and simple. Secondly, they do not believe women should be allowed to enjoy sex. So they circumcise them.

Luckily, there are people in the Maasai who don't uphold these old beliefs and work to help young women become educated. Hence, Siana School.

With Lacey
This was Be Free's first trip to this particular school, and the day was spent much like the other locations - giving Be Well talks and playing with the kids. While the rest of us hung out with the kids, Lacey and Britney worked with the school's head master to figure out a way that Be Free could minister to the children and help in the future. It turns out they are going to begin working with the Maasai women with their beaded creation in order to help raise money for both the school and the women. Super cool. (You'll see pictures of the women below with some of their jewelry).

I have to admit, these children were a bit rough around the edges. This was the first time their school had ever received visitors... at least like us... and everybody was unsure of how to interact with the kids, or at least the older ones. There were a couple older girls who were actually borderline rude to us. It was very bizarre. At one point I ended up with a crew of about 12 kids, both male and female, around me... all just staring at me. We ended up chatting away and they asked tons of questions about where I was from. Oh, but don't be fooled. They knew EVERYTHING there was to know about American government, history, and politics. I was astounded at how knowledgable and smart they were. I would consider myself relatively well versed on the topic of our government, but these kids took the cake.

Oh yeah - and they love Barak Obama.

Whatever....

Anyway, while we were there, the male students performed a few of their award winning traditional songs and dance for us. Okay, when I say that, you are probably like, "yeah, yeah... another song and dance that was cool."

No.

This was UH-MAZ-ING.

Their school competes yearly in a national music festival and they take first place every year. And I got to see exactly why. It blew me away. The boys wore traditional red dresses, carried spears, and even blew a shofar. One tiny little boy was the "leader" where he lead a sort of call-and-response type of song. They even created different harmonies with the different calls and whistles they yelled.  All while jumping up and down, jingling their dresses, and posing with spears. I got chills listening to it and both Lacey and I were literally jumping up and down in our seats as they performed.... so much so that one of the teachers began laughing at us and how giddy we were. Ahh! I'm getting chills thinking about it now!  Amazing.

That night we stayed in a tented camp resort. We ate dinner in the beautiful lodge and then headed to bed. This place was basically like a hotel, but your rooms were literally tents. Don't get me wrong, this wasn't my typical type of camping with sleeping bags, etc. The tents each had a bathroom and three beds. It was kind of eerie though because throughout the night, many of us could hear a herd of wild hyenas laughing and crying in the night.  Creepy.  But still cool.

The next morning, we all woke up at 6am or so and headed out to the Maasai Mara National Reserve for an all day safari.

Enter the Lion King.

Our twelve hour safari was by far one of the coolest things I have ever done. Unfortunately, my camera went ca-put while on it, so I had to settle to use my iPhone camera. We saw almost every kind of animal there was.... even four of The Big Five. (Water Buffalo, Elephant, Lion, Leopard, & Rhino).  Rhino was the only animal we didn't see, which is supposedly the most rare to see right after the Leopard.  And we saw the Leopard twice! Pretty cool!  My favorite part was seeing the cheetahs... or "duma" as they are called there. I just love cheetahs, and they got SO FREAKING CLOSE!! One even plopped down in front of my van and started rolling around in the dirt. I almost jumped out to cuddle with it at that point.

To sum it up - the safari was incredible.  I take that back... the ENTIRE TRIP was incredible. Life changing, to say the least. I came back humbled, refreshed, renewed and completely and utterly jet lagged.

I plan on going back again sometime.... maybe 2014 is my year, after I pop this new kid out or something.

Thank you again to everyone who had a part in getting me there! Your efforts were not in vain and I believe I had a small part in God's work across the globe.

Below are some pics from the safari.  Enjoy!

Cows decided to cross the highway. Typical, right?

Nick drying his clothes on the way to the Maasai Mara after washing them that morning.

Maasai people headed to market.
Meet Jackson! We're Facebook friends, don't worry.

Speaking with the Maasai women.

Maasai women.


Mary Helen, Jordan, Me, & Meredith

Love this pic I snapped on my phone of a lady with her beaded jewelry


Hat Beast







Thuyvio hiding from the flys that got really bad at one point


Our armed tour guide showing up to the hippos

Jackson

Mufasa

Nala


Rafiki the baboon

Britney with her girls, Mercy and Irene


This pic is deceiving... I could have reached out
and touched him from the van. He was so close!

Mud Hut village