Kylie
Fifty Shades Sucking My Life Away…
I’ll be honest and say that it’s been several years since I read a book. Between having two kids, who are 19 months apart, working full time, recently starting a business AND just being a human being with other life happenings…I haven’t had time to read. I’ll be the first to admit that I really love to read. And when I latch onto something good, I’m hooked…
Like nearly every other warmblooded woman over 30, the book Fifty Shades of Grey has become a household hit in a matter of a few months. I learned today that it was originally released as an e-book and was kinda supposed to mirror Twilight, without vampires. Interestingly enough, I hated Twilight, but can’t seem to stop thinking about Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey. Seriously. It’s become an addiction.
As I said, I haven’t read much in the last few years. My husband bought me the entire Sookie Stackhouse series for our third anniversary and I promised I’d read it. I read the first two books and haven’t picked up the other four (I think there are six altogether). I’m a HUGE True Blood fan, but I just couldn’t find the time to read the books. I had better things to do…like surf the internet, play on Facebook and have babies. Continue reading
Spring Storm Preparation…
Living in Indiana during storm season is something I’ve always loved. During my high school years, my family lived in a large ranch style home (with a full basement) out in the middle of the country and oftentimes when a storm was brewing, we’d sit outside and watch the rain come across the cornfield. Cornfield. That wasn’t stereotypical for Indiana, was it? 
For real, though. I love storms. The rain. The lightening. The thunder. The big blobs of orange and red on Chuck Lofton’s radar. Since I’m afraid of everything else (heights, roller coasters, lakes, oceans, ghost sounds in the baby monitor, etc.), storms were one thing I kinda looked forward to…
Until now. Back then, I had the comfort and safety of:
1. My mom, who always created a lovely, comfortable nest in the bathtub for my brother and sister. Candles surrounding us. Radio on the bathroom sink. Dad sitting in the living room pretending like we were all crazy and a tornado really wasn’t going to strike us.
2. The basement, where I could sleep through an F4 tornado and not even know it. My bedroom was there. No windows. No outside walls. Straight up PEACEFUL sleeping while Dorothy and Toto blew away outside. Continue reading
Greener Grass?
A few weeks ago, I had to make a huge decision. This decision is something that I’m sure all moms (and some dads) have to make at some point in their life, moreso now than every before, especially since gas prices are a million dollars, daycare is a billion dollars and work days seem to last a kazillion years…and in this case, TIME is so important. My family had to weigh our options in deciding whether financially it was worth it for both my husband and I to work outside of the home.
It’s hard to put into words how hard this decision was for me. I’ve now been out of college for almost 10 years and for those 10 years, I bounced from job to job to job just trying to find my niche. I had an idea on what I wanted to do outside of college, but when it came to actually DOING it, I hated it – and then I felt like I was back at square one. I’m embarrassed to even say that I don’t even know how many jobs I’ve held in the last 10 years, but I will say that since 2005, it’s been pretty stable and I’ve worked for two GREAT publicly traded companies and one non-profit (which still seems like a lot in seven years). I finally felt like I was on the road to figuring out what it was I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Continue reading
Protecting Your Kids from Predators
Having been a mother for all of 25 months now, I’m learning something new every day. Honestly, I’m learning things as rapidly as my 2-year old is. Did you know a 2-year old can say their ABC’s from start to finish at this age? I didn’t. Did you know they know the difference between a “big” butt and a “baby” butt at this age? I didn’t – until recently when he told me that “mommy has a big butt.” Nice, buddy.
So, now knowing that their ability to learn really great things at this age is possible, I’ve started trying to have conversations with him about really important things. I suppose these impressionable years are here for a reason, right?
My sister and I were talking about the kids (my niece is 10 weeks older than my 2-year old) last week and how we make sure they’re safe and protected. While we’re both working mothers and have our kids in an in-home daycare setting, how do we make sure they’re being cared for properly and nothing bad is happening to them when we’re not around. I feel like I’m reading/hearing something in the news every day about an adult abusing a child…or the kid on the school bus bullying a child…or the basketball team member abusing/hazing their classmate. It’s sickening to me that these are things that I have to worry about as I raise children…and I keep telling myself that as it’s certainly gotten worse in the <almost> 15 years since I graduated from high school, it’s going to get WAY worse before my kids are of school-age. I’m just not sure how to process that. Where do I start in making sure my boys are safe? Continue reading
The Power of the Internet…
In two weeks (TWO WEEKS!), I am whisking myself off to Chicago for a child-free weekend with a group of girls I’ve never met. This gathering is like three years too late, but I’m super excited to finally be meeting some of my best and closest friends. Yes, I said it – these girls, who I’ve never met, are my best friends.
At this time, three years ago, I found out I was pregnant for the second time. The first time didn’t pan out so well for us and we lost the pregnancy somewhere between 7-8 weeks. This time was SURE to be different. I mean, I really didn’t know many people who’d had ONE miscarriage, let alone TWO. In my world of rainbows and roses, there was no way this would happen twice.
I joined an online website, Babycenter.com, and I started posting in my birth group “November 2009 Birth Club.” There were thousands of girls in this group who were pregnant and we were ALL due in the same month. It’s kind of mind blowing to see post after post and picture after picture of these ladies from all over the world, sharing their hopes, dreams, pee sticks and cravings. In this group, I was one person – and I never imagined my being one in thousands would create such comradery…such friendship. Continue reading
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