DIY: Back to School Intro Photo

As a former teacher and a daughter of a kindergarten teacher, I know all too well how hectic those meet-the-teacher encounters can be. There’s one teacher, twenty-something students, two (or more) parents per student, and maybe even a few grandparents thrown in for good measure.

Give the teacher a helping hand by putting a face to a name! I created this cute little get to know me graphic in about five minutes using a recent photo and PicMonkey, a FREE photo editor. Be sure to include your child’s favorite things, food allergies or health alerts, and any other pertinent information.

My son isn’t quite ready for kindergarten, but he really enjoys his two-day-a-week Mother’s Day Out program. I emailed his intro photo to his teachers prior to meet-the-teacher night so they would be able to recognize him the first time he walks into their classroom. Even if your student is already back in school, I’m sure the teacher would appreciate a get to know me photo within the first month. I remember how crazy those early days can be!

Quick & Easy: Creamy Avocado Ranch Dip

Grab your favorite chips, a veggie platter, or (if you’re like my two-year-old) just a spoon! You’ll have this dip thrown together in no time.

1 tablespoon of dry ranch seasoning
2 avocados
3 ounces of cream cheese

Mash everything together in a bowl. That’s it! If you’re feeling fancy and don’t mind extra dishes to clean, throw it all in the food processor. I just use a fork, because it’s more socially acceptable to lick a fork than it is to lick a food processor. (And less chance of injury to my tongue, which I need to enjoy the dip.)

You really can’t go wrong with the measurements — add more avocados, more cream cheese, more ranch…or less, depending on your palate. It’s a nice alternative to guacamole, will wow a crowd, and won’t last long. Maybe you should just go ahead and double the recipe!

Why My Babies See a Chiropractor

When I tell people that my children (ages two years and three months) see a chiropractor on a weekly basis, I get a lot of strange looks and questions. The two most often-asked questions are “Why?” and “Won’t that hurt the baby?” Most people are familiar with accident and injury chiropractors who crack, pop, and align the spine with a firm hand, but they’ve never heard of a wellness chiropractor.

Wellness chiropractors operate from the mentality that our bodies have an innate ability to heal themselves. Your heart beats, your lungs breathe, and your nervous system runs the show — every body system relies on the central nervous system. That system cannot work properly if our bodies aren’t in alignment; wellness chiropractors use gentle manipulations to allow the body to function at an optimal level. Regular adjustments serve as preventative healthcare. Asher, my older son, was about twelve months old at his first chiropractic visit; Keane, my younger son, was six days old. The only reason Asher was so “old” at his first visit is because I didn’t know much about chiro-care for kids at that point.

When Asher began crawling, he would purposely and forcefully bang his head on the ground. This unnerving banging happened on a regular basis, and after several months the frontal plate of his skull shifted from the repeated impact. He still looked normal to everyone else, but my husband and I could see the slight difference. His pediatrician wrote it off as being normal for some babies, but in my gut I knew it wasn’t normal. As he neared one year old, he began exhibiting sensory-seeking behavior (in addition to the head-banging) consistent with sensory processing disorder, ADD, and/or ADHD (many of their symptoms overlap, and at such a young age it was too early to know for sure).

Several of my crunchy friends suggested taking him to see a chiropractor — I put it off for a few months because, like most people, I thought the adjustments would be hard on his little body. I finally gave in after these friends assured me it was all very gentle…watching him hit his head on the tile floor left me in tears on more than one occasion, and I was desperate for him to stop.

His first adjustment with Dr. Terry Garcia left me amazed! She was so gentle and sweet — I used more “force” getting him into and out of his car seat than she did with the adjustment. Even more amazing was that he quit banging his head with regular adjustments, and it didn’t take months to see results, it took weeks. I was hooked. Her knowledge of health and wellness astounded me (still does), and she made the suggestion to give up gluten to see if his other symptoms would improve. Since he was still nursing, I needed to cut it out of my diet as well. Seeing Asher’s overall improvement made me a believer: I, too, began to see her for weekly adjustments. As she suspected, the other symptoms improved and cleared up after gluten left our bodies. My general health shifted for the better as a result. When Keane was born, she came to our house to adjust him in his first week of life, and he has seen her every week since.

Chiropractic care has cleared up ear infections without the need for antibiotics, helped with sinus congestion, headaches, muscle aches, digestive issues, and promotes better sleep. Since seeing our chiropractor on a weekly basis, I haven’t been sick. At all. The minute my son gets congested or isn’t acting like his normal, happy self, we head to the chiropractor’s office. Both of my boys absolutely love our chiropractor, and Asher talks about going to see “Dotor Tehwey” all of the time.

If you’ve been considering a wellness chiropractor, please make an appointment. At worst, you go once and move on with your life. At best, you’ll find drastically improved health, fertility, vitality, and peace of mind!

EASY Gluten-Free Granola Bars

Snacking on quality granola bars can get expensive — especially when they’re the healthy kind. To borrow a line from Forrest Gump, “I could eat about a million and a half of these.” My two year old hijacked a piece of my delicious Kind Bar, then cried when I proceeded to finish my snack. There’s no way I can fund two of these addictions, so I grabbed the browning bananas out of the fruit bowl, a box of oatmeal, and the bag of chia seeds from the pantry.

I like Bakery on Main’s Maple Multigrain Muffin oatmeal because it’s gluten-free, non-GMO, and tasty! For those who can eat gluten without any problems, any brand of oatmeal will suffice. If you’re using PLAIN oatmeal, then you’ll want to add about half a cup of honey for sweetness. I used maple flavored, and it was plenty sweet. You can easily mix your favorite add-ins to this basic recipe (chocolate chips, coconut flakes, flax, hemp, a scoop of your favorite nut butter…), but we were coming off of a weekend chocolate chip cookie high, so I kept it basic.

To obtain a granola bar consistency, the trick is to spread the mixture fairly THIN in your baking pan (no more than half an inch thick), so stay away from small baking dishes for this recipe. One of my first attempts in a small baking dish led to a thicker outcome…but it tasted like oatmeal banana bread, so I didn’t consider it a failure! (In fact, I’ll purposely recreate that “mistake” in the fall so I can enjoy healthy banana bread.)

Amazing Avocado Deviled Eggs

Some things are too delicious to keep to myself. These excellent eggs are one of those things. Granted, if you were with me in my house right now, I might be tempted to lie and say this recipe didn’t turn out well…then try to hide them in the fridge so I could inhale them the minute you left. (Note to self: pray about self control.)

What you need:
– 8 hard boiled eggs (I put my eggs in a muffin tin, bake at 325 for 30 minutes, they’re perfect!)
– 1 medium ripe avocado (or two small ones)
– 1 tbsp prepared mustard (more if you prefer)

– 1 heaping tbsp mayonaise
– sea salt & ground pepper to taste (I like to sprinkle pink Himilayan sea salt over the finished product, instead of paprika.)

With a fork, mash the avocado and egg yolks together in a bowl. Add additional ingredients and stir well. Use a spoon (and your fingers, so you can lick them) to put the mixture in the hard boiled eggs. Garnish with sea salt or paprika. 

Great for a snack, a potluck, or whenever you’re feeling a little Seussical! Remember that avocados turn brown when exposed to air, so keep your deviled eggs in a closed container. If you make them a day in advance for a dinner party, you’ll probably have brown deviled eggs by the next evening. Although, I’ve never had mine last that long!

The Simple Sweet Sound of Silence

My mind, my mouth, and mobile devices were rarely silent, until very recently. After reading Southern In-Law’s latest Sisters in Christ blogvotional, my heart is stirred for silence.

There are times throughout Scripture when believers were instructed not to be silent. Esther’s silence would have meant the destruction of her family. In Luke 19, Jesus said the stones would cry out in praise if his disciples kept quiet. Christians are called to loudly stand up for injustices and praise His name, yet in other instances closed lips are the key to godly wisdom.

Psalm 4:4 (NIV) speaks of silence. “Tremble and do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your heart and be silent.” The New Living Translation puts it this way: “Don’t sin by letting anger control you. Think about it overnight and remain silent.” I have my father to thank for my quick wit and gift of sarcasm; it’s in my DNA. For the most part, these characteristics serve me well and I truly love to make people laugh. However, sarcasm, quick wit, and anger are a recipe for disaster. I have an unfortunate ability to wound with my words. My husband, Mark, knows this all too well.

Rather than fighting back with a sharp tongue and wounding my husband’s spirit, I need to meditate in silence. When my words aren’t exactly dripping with honey, they need to stay in my mouth. If I’m not prepared to encourage or edify, I need to keep quiet. Or unload the dishwasher. Or take a walk. Or bake a cake. Then I could fill my mouth with delicious gluten-free cake instead of venomous words.

Psalm 12:3 (NIV) reminds me that silence squashes selfishness. “May the Lord silence all flattering lips and every boastful tongue…” The Contemporary English Version is a bit more graphic, “Won’t you chop off all flattering tongues that brag so loudly?” Turns out that my tongue needed a bit of chopping. Social media became an avenue for me to brag and engage in unproductive flattery. It’s difficult to hold our tongues about how wonderful our children are; we need to be proud of them and brag on them! But for me, the issue isn’t just about taking pride in my children, it’s about the condition of my heart. What am I really saying with every see-how-awesome-my-kid-is status update?

Sometimes it takes great restraint to close my mouth in the midst of anger and hurt feelings. It’s so much easier to tell my husband exactly how I think he has wronged me, how his words and actions make me feel, and what I want him to do about it. In these instances, the hard thing is the right thing. My anger is mine, no one else’s. When I begin to feel frustrated or overwhelmed, I need to quietly reflect until I’m able to have a peaceful, productive conversation.
When I feel the stinging loneliness of motherhood, I don’t need to post a litany of mommy-accomplishments or veiled attempts to fish for compliments. I can meditate on scripture, pick up the phone and call my mother, have an impromptu dance party with Asher, or write a blog. The words of my mouth and meditations of my heart are often far from where they should be, but resting in silence allows me to regroup and recover instead of doing damage control.

How I Tricked my Toddler into Listening

Life with a toddler brings laughter, silliness, adorable memories…and frustration. Listening is difficult even on the good days — their independent spirits are blooming, and stubbornness is in full force. If sharing my latest Hail Mary parenting pass helps at least one frazzled toddler-parent, then the struggle has been worth it!

In my extensive, highly scientific research in the field of toddlers, I have come to the following conclusion: They be cray-cray. Adorable, but certifiably crazy.

If adults acted like toddlers…

Any adult who actually did those things on a regular basis would be under psychiatric evaluation in no time. (Full disclosure: I may have witnessed my adult brother do a few of these things.) Toddlerhood is a beautiful blend of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. They’re happy and energetic one minute, then sad (and still energetic) the next. They must hear voices, because Mommy and Daddy sure didn’t say anything about eating suckers for breakfast. Or waking up at 6:30am. Every morning.

After one particularly rough morning (during my week without Facebook), I reached the end of my rope. Asher doesn’t respond to counting, or conversations, or threats, or spankings, or time-outs. I knew he needed some sort of visual aid to help him out when he went rogue. In my desperation, I turned to a paper plate. In less than five minutes, Mr. Listening Ears was born. He has my ears.

I explained to Asher that when he made good choices, listened, and obeyed, that Mr. Listening Ears would be happy. But when he made bad choices and didn’t listen to Mommy and Daddy, Mr. Listening Ears would be sad. When I introduced our new friend, I had Asher touch Mr. Listening Ear’s orange paper ears, and we talked about using our listening ears. Then he touched his own ears to solidify the concept.

He hangs out up high on the refrigerator — away from toddler hands and constantly visible. When Asher starts to exhibit a wee bit of craziness, I remind him that Mr. Listening Ears is currently happy, and we wouldn’t want to make him sad by making bad choices. Sometimes it thwarts a tantrum, sometimes it doesn’t.

On the occasion that the smile turns to a frown, Asher goes nuts. He definitely does not like seeing the sad face. He’ll fuss and cry, saying, “Mommy, make Mistew Wistening Eaws happy!” To which I reply, “Only Asher can make him happy with good choices.” Sometimes he continues on to full-on-meltdown-mode, and other times he course-corrects to earn back the happy face. We’ve had more successes than failures with this new method, which is promising.

So, my toddler won’t necessarily listen to me, but he will listen to a paper plate. I’m calling it a win.

DIY: FREE Home Management Binder!

Marvel at this thing of beauty. Take it in. Let your inner binder-making nerd revel in its glory.

Now go make your own!

After hearing several mommy-friends sing the praises of a certain popular life planner, I began researching a do-it-yourself version. I’m all for custom covers and cutesy calendars, but I knew my husband wouldn’t be as thrilled as I was about a $50+ planner. My sweet eight-week-old was kind enough to lead me into a bout of mastitis, which resulted in a weekend of bed-rest at my parents’ house. While I nursed ’round the clock and they entertained my toddler, I scavenged the interwebs for free printables to make my own planner. Some call these home management binders…I simply call it, My Precious.

Here are the links to my favorite free printables:

Prayer calendars:×11.pdf?inf_contact_key=f8053c3d92eff68e12feb9ef4115a5d8ddc3c78bd3ad29df594ad147c61ebcb5

Daily/Weekly/Calendar Stuff:

Activities for kids



LOTS of calendars & meal planners

Dates to remember

30 Day Challenge

Weekly schedule (love this one!)

LOTS of calendars & planners


Clean 15/Dirty Dozen —

Grocery list —

Please note: I did not create ANY of these wonderful printables, I just compiled the list.

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My Life as a Castaway

Some days, life as a stay-at-home-mom feels a lot like being marooned on the deserted island that is my house. Aside from two small, wild native-dwellers, my only companion is a much more technologically savvy version of Wilson: Facebook.

As much as I’d like to embrace the cliché that SAHMs sit around all day, eating bonbons while watching soap operas, I cannot. It’s much less glamorous. My toddler ensures that I’m only allowed to bathe two or three times a week, and the baby likes to remind me why bathing is overrated by puking down my shirt and eating my hair. On the rare occasion that I open the door for a UPS or FedEx driver, they’re usually greeted with a wild look in my eyes and scary hair. On good days my teeth are brushed.

It ain’t pretty, folks. My desperation for adult human contact often leads me to scroll through Facebook throughout the day — while nursing the baby (which is how a good chunk of my day is spent), attempting rare solo bathroom trips, during naptimes, and when the natives get restless enough to put me on edge. I’m part of a few mommy groups, and we tend to check in with each other throughout the day to ask questions (Does this look infected? What’s for dinner tonight? Should I call poison control?), and talk one another off of emotional ledges when our kids go rogue. While these interactions can be good and helpful, boundaries are necessary. I had blurred the lines and let my boundaries become so lax that they were almost non-existent. A few weeks ago, Mark jokingly made the comment, “I bet you couldn’t go a week without Facebook.” His words stuck in the back of my mind.

Last Sunday afternoon, while mindlessly scrolling along, I came across this Matt Chandler quote: “Find the things that stir your affections for Christ and saturate your life in them, find the things that rob you of that affection and walk away from them.” Those words immediately hit home. I had become dependent on these daily interactions with friends and acquaintances, and had been neglecting things that should be priorities. I allowed my mind to be filled with other voices all day long. While these voices were friendly and encouraging, they weren’t the one voice that mattered most. When the kids did something funny or frustrating, I wasn’t just telling my husband about it, I was telling fifty other women through my Facebook groups. Some things simply need to be cherished in my heart, not splashed about the internet for the grins and giggles of the masses. After reading that quote, I handed my phone to Mark and instructed him to change my Facebook password.

Cool, calm, and collected on the outside, my guts began to inwardly panic.

The first day was a little rough, but by the second day Asher and I were reading chapters out of Winnie the Pooh, and “cooking” together. During nursing sessions with Keane, I figured out how to hold a book and a baby and a boob so I could read to Asher while Keane ate. Productive multitasking, sans iPhone and Facebook. By the third day, my brain began swirling with blog ideas. Blogging has always been a favorite outlet of mine, but as of late my brain has been so fried that it’s been the last thing on my mind. Without the constant daily input from my online mommy friends (and without my input to other mommies), my mind became filled with thoughts and my heart became filled with prayer.
My own organic ideas flitted through my brain.
Light bulb moments flashed when I least expected them.
I felt my creativity return and my mind felt more engaged throughout the day. Rather than staying abreast of the happenings and activities of my fellow mommy friends, I was wholly present with my little family. One day when Asher was particularly difficult, I turned to my husband and my parents for support and prayer. In the past, I would lament online. By no means is Facebook the devil, but I needed to get it under control before it began to control me. Now, I pass my phone over to my husband once a week and ask him to log me in. I check out my friends’ cute baby photos, check in with some of my favorite mommies, and then I log out for the rest of the week. It’s good and necessary to be alone with my thoughts…quite freeing, actually!

Blender Brownies: Guilt & Gluten Free!

So easy, so yummy…dare I say healthy(ish)?! I used all organic ingredients, so I can feel even less guilty about letting my toddler indulge.

The recipe is gluten-free and soy-free. Below are egg-free and dairy-free options.

Bye-bye eggs: Mix 1 teaspoon of chia seeds with 3 teaspoons of water, let it sit for 15 minutes before adding it to the blender.
Bye-bye dairy: Use dairy-free chocolate chips, or skip them altogether. (Then it would be a nut-butter brownie, still delicious!)

If you’re not a huge fan of bananas, no worries, the taste is very subtle. This brownie is super moist and absolutely yummy — good luck not eating the whole plate!