I just found a focus and revamped my new/old blog: Vintage Me. I would love it if you came by and let me know what you think about it.
I have a new blog that will most likely replace this one. You can find me at Vintage Me. The blog design isn’t right yet, and I’m not ready to debut it, but my one or two readers here can get a sneak peak in its beta form. Love you, readers!
Hi friends. I hope you missed me as much as I missed you. I’m coming back this year. Maybe on a different domain, but back. It’s been quite the journey this year with more to come next year. I’m ready to start documenting it.
Merry Christmas. Enjoy your family and may your fondest wishes come true.
Our financial situation is causing me to get creative for Christmas. I’m actually enjoying the challenge. John and I picked up a couple of things on Black Friday, but otherwise, we’re going to be making most of our Christmas gifts.
I am pretty excited about a project I’m working on for Rhys: felt food. I’m inspired by this Japanese site (click on the links and prepare to be amazed by the vast array of felt foods), though I assure you that mine won’t be nearly as fancy or diverse.
I’m also taking some inspiration from this awesome crafster, and this amazing crafter. Okay, now that you’ve seen all the links, you want some felt food for yourself, don’t you? I admit, the thought of playing with all that food is very exciting. I just hope I can pull off a few pieces by Christmas. And that Rhys likes them.
I’ll try and take some pictures of my finished products and showcase them next month. Plus, I have other homemade gifts in the works that are pretty fun as well. I haven’t done any crafting in a while, so this just makes me happy.
So it’s been a while since I posed here, and basically, I’m doing it now because I need to vent and fewer people I know read this blog. If you don’t feel like reading my mental word vomit, then move right along. Nothing to see here.
I think that in the littlest bird household, we’ve reached the end of our rope. It’s so hard to stay positive when hard things are happening to you, but we’ve managed to stay pretty upbeat given the circumstances. I don’t want to rehash all the things leading up to this post, so just imagine sickness, disease, car accident, multiple family members in the hospital, and the loss of the meager income we relied on. Those are some of the main things, though it doesn’t really scratch the surface.
Yesterday we recieved a miracle. Quite a big one, and I was overwhelmed with gratitude and humility. But then I looked at our bank account today. I’m tired of wondering whether we will survive beyond the next month. I’m tired of spending all my time either worrying or trying to boost my small income while taking care of a one-year-old and failing to keep our house from becoming the aftermath of a tornado. I’m tired of my husband being treated poorly by the people who should appreciate him.
Is any of this going to end? I don’t even know. I try to have faith that “things will work out” and that there’s something to be learned from this. You know what I’ve learned? That NOTHING can be counted on. You might have a good job and a big bank account right now (I don’t know that person, but theoretically), but tomorrow it could be gone. Your family members could be gone tomorrow. All you have is people and time right now.That’s an important thing to learn, I suppose.
But I still hate wondering if we’re going to be homeless next month. I’ve had about enough stress for one year. There don’t seem to be any jobs on the horizon to rescue us, either. I just don’t know what we’re going to do.
If you know me, you don’t need to ask how I’m doing. Because I’ll tell you right now: not good. And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.
I feel very blessed right now and realized that I usually think about the things in my life that bother me. It’s time to focus on what I’m thankful for. So here are the things I feel thankful for today:
- An amazing husband. I can’t take him for granted because I know what it’s like to wonder if the right guy will ever come along. (He did.)
- A loving son. Rhys is so happy and loving. He makes everything in my life better.
- Our own washer and dryer. Seriously. Using the laundry facilities in the dorms at UT Austin has helped me realize how spoiled we are.
- Family! Some of my family is going to be driving for many hours tomorrow to come and see us. We are so excited.
- The fact that God is taking care of us financially. We had some setbacks recently, but I know we’re in good hands.
- Living for a month in downtown Austin. I love taking Rhys for walks on campus and being so close to everything.
And that’s it for today. I’m going to try and pay more attention to the many wonderful things in my life and will report back.🙂
So lately I’ve been trying to train my boy to fall asleep on his own. He is almost 9 months old, and until now, I’ve bounced him to sleep (on an exercise ball) while singing songs. It worked in the past, but now he cries and tries to get away from me. I needed to try something new.
But training him to fall asleep definitely has its obstacles:
- I’m not comfortable letting him cry alone in his crib. I know some people do it, but it’s not cool for me. My son knows I am here for him, and when he cries, there is always a reason.
- When I put him into his crib awake (or even partially awake), he laughs and starts playing. What does he play with? The crib bars, the sheets, his hands, his clothing. In other words, anything.
- He doesn’t use a pacifier, which is generally good, but using one would probably help him soothe himself to sleep.
- He doesn’t use a “lovey” (a special sleeping toy). He really hasn’t taken to anything. And even if he did, he’d just play with it.
So this task is definitely not easy. How am I doing it? I’m very loosely following The No-Cry Sleep Solution, which is a great book for anyone who wants their baby to sleep more without forcing them to cry it out.
Last night was day one. I changed him and fed him for the night. He was nearly asleep but woke right up when I put him in his crib. So I took him out and sang a couple of songs. His current favorites are “This Old Man” and “There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly.” Oh, and he also enjoys “Rainbow Connection” and “What I’ve Been Looking For.”
I put him back into his crib, patted his back as he thrashed around and even started crawling. I had to keep telling him to lie down and go to sleep. He didn’t, of course. So I picked him up again and rocked him for a minute, then back into the crib for more pats on the back, which led to more thrashing.
I could tell he was tired and trying to go to sleep, but it took probably 1/2 hour of me patting him and taking him in and out of the crib. I left him in there as long as he wasn’t crying or trying to stand up. Thankfully, he didn’t cry. But he did try to stand a few times, which is when I would take him out and start the cycle over again. Eventually, he found a comfortable position and went to sleep. Oi.
Let’s hope he gets the drift soon. I feel confident that he will.