Food challenges

What do you think of when you read those words? Food Challenges

Do you think of an eating contest? A diet? Allergies? Picky eating? Sadness?

As a mom of a child with food allergies it is a roller coaster. Sometimes it’s easier and then it can be harder.

Our little angel is starting to notice, understand and get upset that he is eating different food from those around him. When GiGi comes to visit we usually go out to eat which is dangerous to begin with. She and big brother chose to go to Hideaway Pizza, a family favorite! When the food arrived he looked around at his plate and then at all the pizza on the table. He reached for bubba pizza and we all yelled “NO!!!” His little bottom lip folded over and tears started streaming down his face. He is beginning to notice. He says “I try it.” “Peeez!” Looking at me with such a sad and confused look, it made me hug him tight, carry him away from the table, and burst into tears myself.

It’s happening. We have been pushing it and we need to stop taking him places that are unsafe. This sucks because it starting to get harder and more cruel. We have to make a change but it is so hard. Once you see your baby in pain you want to protect them at all cost. Going to restaurants is an easy go to for all people and Mom’s are no different.  So it’s a little more complicated when your child can’t order anything.

Since it’s summertime and we have lots of celebrations, the allergies are at the top of my mind. Bubba and I make special allergy free food and treats so he can participate and feel included. We found out that shaved ice is allergy free!!! (be sure to ask.) Squints and YaYa.


Easy & common things you don’t think twice about until you are a parent of a child with extreme allergies include: cheese sticks, yogurt, Cheerios, pizza, cake, cupcakes, cookies, chicken nuggets, gold fish, and peanut anything etc.

We really do NOT expect anything to change or for anyone to make crazy accommodations for us. This is the world we live in. It’s up to us to protect and teach our kids what is safe for them. But should that include not taking them places out of fear? NO! He just started at a little nursery school and we love it. They  take his allergies very seriously and I feel he is safe, comfortable and happy there.

Anytime he has something in his hand that is not safe we used to scream “NO!!!!” Out of fear and now it scares him to tears. We are trying to be calm and say “no baby that will make you sick,” I reminded him that he can’t have those treats or he will get sick and have to go to the hospital. He says “k.”

Food is a big deal in American culture. Sometimes we affiliate it with family, celebrations and even love. When I think “ok I can do this,” then I slip and think,” but I want pizza, ranch, cheeseburger, or queso or a donut.” All terrible food choices I know, but man they are delicious and cheap.  I love the idea of becoming paleo and vegan but seriously the execution in Oklahoma is hard and expensive! Yes I am complaining. It’s really F-Ing hard when you can’t have wheat, oats, eggs, dairy or nuts. I go to 3-4 different stores to get all the things we need and like. But I’m starting to not mind as much it’s the new normal.

Today I saw new items from one of the safe brands he can have.

Enjoy Life Foods

I was so excited I called my mom and almost burst into tears. Sounds absolutely ridiculous but I have been waiting for this brands pizza crust and brownie mix to come to Oklahoma for 10 months. They are “Allergy-Friendly”

This is huge! It’s the little things in life that matter and being able to let him experience them not only brings him joy but all of us as well. When I showed him and big brother all the new “safe” foods bubba said “oh mama that makes my heart go up!!” As he beams his smile and hugs me tight. He is so protective, aware and helpful when it comes to baby brothers food and safety. For that, I thank God. When baby sees his food boxes he is thrilled, claps, smiles and says “Yay!!” It’s the little things that matter.

Of course we hope and pray he will outgrow some of these allergies. But how will we know?

Food challenges.

Skin testing.

Needless to say I was afraid to take him to get his skin tests. He was scared but he did amazing! I’m so proud of him! He’s mama’s tough, beautiful boy! Please read the next posts for more photos, videos and recipes.

Teaching him that things will hurt him and make him sick is crucial to this process. Empowering him to know he is feeding his body with the best food possible is important for his self esteem. Remember he is only 20 months so our allergy journey has just begun.

XOXO

Just Happy Mommy

 

 

Don’t mess with Mama bear, her babies or America! 🐻💙❤️🇺🇸

I’m a mama bear! Don’t mess with me, my Cubs or my country ! I need to know where my babies are, who they are with, what they are eating and how they are feeling. Helicopter mom? Yes. Have I started to become the mom in the “Luvs” commercial? The one with the mom with her first kid armed with gallons of hand sanitizer and then she hands the second kid over to the man at the oil change place. Yeah I’m not quite there yet. As I sit here, getting an oil change, listening to the sad news reports on TV, I realize I’m far from that “Live, Learn then get Luvs” mom. (Click the blue words below to see links 💙👍🏻)

Luvs Commercial
This place smells like cigarettes, piss, pine sol and I wouldn’t hand my baby over to lovely Mr. John with the neck tattoo. I’m more like the “Eat, sleep, then pray” mom.

Anyway I started this post 215 days ago and I still feel the same way I did when I started writing this. We have to protect our kids and loved ones more than ever. 

The mass shooting in Orlando and the media coverage the last couple of days has reminded me why I am afraid of this world. Remembering all the horror and terror of years past makes me sad. Visiting the 911 Memorial Museum last summer and hearing the voices, screams and seeing it up close and personal is something that will haunt me forever. Plus when you work in television, you see and hear gory, gruesome details on murders and other heinous crimes. It makes you paranoid.  So ya I’m scared for my kids because of the evil world we live in.

As The POTUS said yesterday. The President of the United States,

“This is a sobering reminder that attacks on any American regardless of race, ethinicity, religion, or sexual orientation is an attack on all of us and the fundamental values of equality and dignity that define us as a country. No act of hate or terror will ever change who we are or the values that make us Americans.
Today, marks the most deadly shooting in American history. The shooter was apparently armed with a handgun, and a powerful assault rife. This massacre is therefore a further reminder of how easy it is for someone to get their hands on a weapon that lets them shoot people in a school, or in a house of worship, or a movie theater, or in a nightclub and we have to decide if that’s the kind of country we want to be. And to actively do nothing is a decision as well.”

This was the 14th time President Obama addressed the nation about the worst mass shooting in US history.

USA Today Article

We are not promised tomorrow. 

Just like Tony Award winner Lin-Manuel Miranda said last night “Love is love is love is love!”

Tony Award Winner Speech

His sonnet moved me to tears.

This world is crumbling. I fear for the future. I fear for our kids. We are not safe at school, church, movie theaters, nightclubs, work or sporting events. Do we stop living our lives? No. Do we step up and take more precautions? Yes.

So what can we do as parents to keep our kids safe? Watch them! I swear almost all of our accidents have happened when we have been inches or feet away.

1. Leashes:

The first time I flew alone I put a panda backpack leash on our older son. He is a wild one and I needed that peace of mind, regardless of the looks and judgment of other airport patrons. This mama don’t care. I ordered it on Amazon Animal 2 in 1 Harness Backpack


And I got my mom one too! We haven’t flown with our little son yet due to his airborne food allergies but you bet your ass I will be using it again!

Let me say that I openly hated on parents who used leashes on their kids before I had kids.  Disgust written all over my face as kids were attached to their parents at the a State Fair, like dogs on leashes.

And in the words of The Notorious B.I.G., “if don’t know, now you know!” – Juicy. RIP Big Poppa

Juicy The Notorious B.I.G.

2. Baby Monitors: 

Ok I plan on keeping these up and on until puberty. We live in a small house yet I am attached to these more than my cell phone when the sun goes down. I’m on my third monitor and use the dual cameras. My husband is looking into outdoor home safety cameras. He had me download this ap yesterday which we are super excited about.  Family Life 360 in the AppStore. I’m reluctant with technology and my hubby is a techy guy. Let’s just say I would go back to blackberry if I could even tho life revolves around Apple and Android.

I have a sign like most mama bears, hanging over the door bell either kindly or threateningly requesting not to ring the bell, knock or solicit for fear of waking the baby. Truth be told I think everyone should have one of these because seriously who likes it when the doorbell rings or there is a knock at the door? Not me! I don’t need what you’re selling, preaching or to open my door for a home invader. If you haven’t seen this stand up comedian talk about answering the door click here it’s hilarious!!!

Sebastian What’s wrong with people?!?!

It’s so true when we were kids it was a joyous sound to hear the doorbell. Now it’s like STFU, hit the deck and “did you park in the garage?!” We live in fear. If I’m home alone, forget about it.

3. Microchips:

Which brings me to microchips. We microchipped our dog so if he was lost or stolen we could find him. So when will we start microchipping our kids? Agree or disagree but we already put  leashes on our kids. I know, I know it’s inhumane and goes against free will, but so are these staggering statistics on missing and exploited children in the United States!!!

National Center for Missing & Exploited Children
According to the FBI, in 2015 there were 460,699 NCIC entries for missing children. Similarly, in 2014, the total number of missing children entries into NCIC was 466,949.

So forgive me when I say I want to do anything in my power to keep my babies safe and secure. I have mentioned before that I may be too real with my boys. I teach them stranger danger. I never bring race or looks into it. Just simple facts.

“If someone tries to get you what do you do?!”

“Run, scream your head off and look for help.”

“If you can’t find mommy who do you look for?”

“Police or someone that looks like mommy, daddy or meme.”

“No one touches your penis but you!”

This might sound agressive but so is the abuse and violence that is blind to its innocent victims.

It starts at home. We must band together to raise our kids in the world of today no matter how ugly it may be. I wish I could wear rose colored glasses and continue in the mommy brain ignorance is bliss mode, but no longer. Our children’s safety and lives are worth the time. Is it scary? Yes. Is it necessary? Yeah.

It starts with me, you and all of us to protect this land that we love.

Love knows no bounds.

God bless America.

xoxo

Just Happy Mommy

Parenting is really F$&@?ing hard!

If you think parenting is easy, you are prolly F$&@?ing up.
For the most part, we all hear that parenting is the hardest job in the world, but the most rewarding! In my case, like most parents, I think parenting is really f$&@?ing hard. 

But it’s the best thing we have ever done. 

Sounds like an oxymoron, but doesn’t anything that brings you the greatest joy in life and sunshine in your heart require hard work? The answer should be a resounding yes!

I like to say that pregnancy is the easy part. Even tho it’s very difficult, emotional, nauseating, and exhausting, it’s a cake walk compared to the unwritten, fairytale, nightmare, best seller you are about to write with your family. The ups and downs, twists and turns, loves and loss, triumph and heartache that we both enjoy and hate in our lives. 

Parenting is the most important job in the world. We are continuing the human race. It’s our job to teach them manners, the difference between right and wrong, the golden rule etc., and praying that they have a conscience. Some of these things are inherited, but they don’t know unless you tell them. I think I’m a little too honest and open with my boys. I scare the hell out of them about stranger danger. What to do if they get lost or if someone is creepy. Teaching them early on about body awareness and boundaries. 

We don’t live in the 50’s, 60’s, & 70’s anymore. Hell I’m a child of the 80’s, and we were safer then than we ever will be again. 

Researching other generations is important to learn from the past. 
Do you know where your children are?

My hubby looked up the article above last night. He said “Do you remember hearing ‘It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?'” I had heard of this, but what we found seemed more interesting to me than the PSA itself.

My generation, GenY or Millenials, is always hearing and reading things should be simple like they were in the good ole days. Let kids be kids. Well, maybe not so much…

The PSA was largely targeting the parents of Generation X, described by a 2004 marketing study on HighBeam Research as “one of the least parented, least nurtured generations in U.S. history.”[3][4][5][6]

It goes on to discuss the creation of a latchkey kid Latchkey Kid and the pros and cons to that lifestyle.

If we don’t parent our kids, who will? Having rules, regulations, and laws are essential to our safety as a society. But are we raising a generation of self righteous, entitled assholes?!


Simple everyday things like taking them on play dates, birthday parties, the park, grocery shopping and even to get gas has become a headache, a treat and torture all in one. That’s life today nothing is easy and we are all busy.

When I hear older generations say, “My kids were easy” and “Just let them play”, My husband and I look at each other puzzled and think “Um, maybe you f$&@?ed up.” If parenting is easy, I’m pretty sure you aren’t doing it right. 

“Nothing worth doing right is easy.” – Mike Matheny

“Nothing in the world is worth having, or worth doing, unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.”
-Theodore Roosevelt

We are setting our children up for failure if we are not good parents, role models, and teachers. 

Saying “No!” is harder than saying “Yes”. 

“There are winners and losers in games.” 

“Life isn’t fair.” 

“Bad things happen.” 

“Being polite is important.” 

“Be the friend you want to have.” 

“Communication is key.” 

“Open your mind, but guard your heart.”

 “Listening is an art.” 

“Patience will get you far in life.” 

This and all that other stuff you thought was bullshit, it’s what your parents should have told you. 

It’s all true. I’m still learning these on the daily! 
We have to learn to parent our children’s generation. Unfortunately, we don’t have the freedoms, trust, or maybe ignorance, of the past generations. But we can help create a new crop of adults that can continue the basic fundamentals of what it means to be a good person. The journey of our lives as kids into adults, and then into parents, requires all the virtues and promotes personal greatness in our kids.  
We have summer chore charts and we started asking the boys at bedtime, “what made you smile today? What made you sad today? What did you learn today?” 
It’s not going that well but I think Reflecting is important for everyone no matter what the age. Doing the right thing is hard and I am learning more from my 2 little, angel, nugget monsters than I ever thought possible.

Embracing the present, learning from the past, and looking to the future are how we learn to navigate this life, and love it everyday we are given. 
Xoxo
Just happy mommy  

Hot Mess to Hotness in 30 minutes 

Hot mess to hotness in 30 min 
You know when you have a big event, and the night before you think, “I got this”, and then in the morning you don’t?! Well that’s my life most of the time. I can plan my outfit, jewelry, makeup, shoes, hair, and all that but something usually happens where I’m more of a hot mess than hotness. 

A few examples. My wedding night. I’m not going to get drunk and stay up late with all my amazing friends. Bahahaha ya right. Good morning father I’m sorry most of our wedding party smells like red bull vodka. But I still managed to look fabulous. I think being 25 and 125 lbs had something to do with it. 

Also, knowing I was going to be on TV this week, I’m all like “I’m going to workout, do a cleanse, drink lots of water, do a face mask, body wraps, sauna, etc.” Then the night before, eat my weight in Mexican food and wash it down with some queso. Oh yeah. That was my choice last night. Work hard, then get bloated before getting camera ready. 

PS I do NOT think cleanses are safe for moms. At least not this mom. I need coffee and chips ‘n salsa er’ryday. And if there is any type of baked good in this house, consider it gone down my gullet. I had cookies during my cleanse. Like, I eat Cheez-Its when I wrap. 

It works
Also I’m pretty positive kids know when you have something going on. They know when you have been out on date the night before and they get up at 6am on a Sunday and then they sleep in till 8am on Monday. Sunday nights go like this:
 “I need water!” “I need to go peepee!” “I need a snack!” “I had a bad dream!” “Can I have the iPad or watch minions??” 
“No! I will take all your hot wheels away.” Hello!!! We have a TV interview in the morning and mama needs her beauty sleep. 

It’s just like the book “Go the F to sleep!”

Go the F*** to sleep book

After a night of musical beds we accidentally sleep in and Of course it’s raining and I think I have a pinched nerve in my back. I feel like the princess and the pea. 

Ok for real. I get to my parents’ house dressed like this. 


In a bath wrap and rain boots. Aka Mommy is a hot mess! I got 30 minutes to get camera ready. And go…

We get to the TV station, and let me tell you what! Being back on the other side is waaaaay better. I used to have to set up the interviews and coordinate with people. It was pretty hilarious to see it played out as the interviewee. 

Thankfully the producer is a doll, and our photog is the bomb.com. Funny thing is, we are being interviewed about parenting. Bahahaha says the mommy blogger who says that I love Jesus but I cuss a little. And the mom who has accidentally locked her kid in the car, not once, but twice. Thank you Pop-a-Lock and Tulsa Fire Department. 

Here’s a tip. Don’t let your kids play with your keys as a distraction to get them in their car seats. Anyway, sorry for the side bar. 

It’s pretty funny. We tried to answer the questions, and I felt more like just Douche Mommy than my bad ass self. Can’t wait to see the finished product. KJRH NBC Channel 2 Friday night at 10pm or at KJRH website

It’s the real life ugly stuff we don’t post, but I’m certain we all have these moments all the time. Now instead of stressing out too bad, I think, “OK for real. Blog post!” I need a Mouseketool to get me thru the rest of the week, and it’s called sleep. It’s only Tuesday, and I’m already ready for a massage and our date night Friday night. 

Why do I feel like I can do a zillion things? The calendar and to do lists never end, but this week is CRAY!!! The last days of school, TV interview, lunch, teacher appreciation gifts, MIL in town, out to dinner, SAM’s club, baths and thunder game, go to the doctor, deliver lunch to friends, no nap for baby, swim lessons, dinner, blog post, clean house, dentist, park, B-roll footage at our house. Going to work, haircuts, swim lessons. Friday. Finally date night!!! Saturday workout, birthday party, block party. 

So as you can see, I’m a hot mess. But I try to do it all looking a hotness. Cheers to the super mamas out there. Love you all! 
Xoxo

Just Happy Mommy 

Remember to Love the not yet Mom’s 

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

I have been trying to think of a cute, heartfelt, and poignant post for this most important holiday. I think Mother’s Day is one of the best reasons to celebrate. We all love our mom, mama, mommy, madre. The woman that gave you life and would give her life to save yours. And I am so thankful I have 2 adorable, loving little boys. They are my reason for living and bring so much joy to me and our family.

I was woken up with smiling faces, hugs, kisses, hazelnut coffee, and a sweet card in bed. I mean does it get any better than that?!?! Yes. Yes, it does. The last week of my life has been the greatest gift and wish come true. We just got home from a family vacation to Destin, Florida. If you are contemplating a trip. Go. Don’t think. Just go.

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What if you aren’t a mommy?  Maybe you can’t become a mommy. What if you might never have the chance to have a child of your own? There are so many women struggling to have a baby.

I know there are so many ways to become a mother. Whether it is through the amazing gift of procreation, modern medical assistance with IVF, adoption, foster parenting or other ways.

But what if you woke up alone in a hospital bed? What if you were greeted by nurses, beeps, pills and questions? What if your body did not allow you to live a real life, let alone have the ability to grow and carry a child or even literally carry a child.

Some women with infertility issues, chronic illnesses, and debilitating diseases may never get the chance to be someone’s mother.

Could you imagine?

Simple freedoms. Things that we all expect to have until our health is compromised.

It’s almost like Alzheimer’s in reverse. Your mind is like let’s go and your body is like umm no what? Huh? slowing down.

While I complain that my baby has allergies or that we had to quit the country club and move from private to public school I have to stop myself and say STFU!

I bring these things up because, even though this is a day to rejoice and be thankful for mothers and all that they do for us, this is a day of pain and sadness for others. Death, loss, hopelessness, and fear.

The trivial things Mom’s complain about. The funny and disgusting things we talk about. The heart burn, morning sickness, laundry, dishes, wiping butts, and kissing booboos. Or wanting to pick up the phone and call your mom 19 times a day and remembering she’s not there.

There are women who are wishing they had those things to occupy their time. They want to have a baby, a butt to wipe, and little hand to hold, or have a mommy to hug.

Instead they are usually bombarded with questions. “When are you gonna have a baby?” “The clock is ticking.” “Are you trying?” “Are you gonna freeze your eggs?”

No shit. They know their clocks and they are consumed with conception, levels, medication and even staying alive. Whether it is infertility, cancer, rare and incurable diseases, there are women who are literally dying to be a mom.

Unfortunately this hits home to me as I have seen many friends and family members struggle. It has been at the front of my mind that the person closest to me for all of my life might not even have the chance to be a mommy. What if you are not able to take care of yourself but your mind sees and wants those normal things we all take for granted.

I want my sister to have a better quality of life. She has been in and out of hospitals for almost 8 years, and the last couple months have become worse, more serious, and concerning. She is embarrassed and doesn’t want pity. She is so strong it’s astonishing. Getting labs and blood work every week, doctor appointments, residents, hospital visits, infectious disease doctors, questions without answers, and the list goes on and on. Not being able to live alone let alone and keep a job or do daily tasks without feeling like hell everyday. If you can’t take care or yourself, how can you take care of a baby??

I could not imagine switching places with her and watching your sister and friends get married, have careers, and start families while you start a new IV treatment and look forward to a shower. That is torture. Yes, she endures all of this and still has faith and hope. But it’s wavering. So I decided to pamper her on Mother’s Day. I gave her a pedicure, blowout and makeup. Even with no where to be but in a hospital bed it made her feel special and loved.

 

My parents are at an impasse. They have done everything they can and still do not know how to help their baby.

You have a baby and love these tiny humans more than anything. I don’t know what might be worse than not being able to help your child’s suffering for so long and not being able to give them a good, happy, healthy life.

Mothers are the glue of this world. But we also crack and sometimes break. The love of our children helps keep us together. My mom is one of those people. She is the glue that keeps our whole family together. So selfless, compassionate, caring, and loving. I love my mom more than I love myself, and she has taught me so much. I can only hope to be the mother she is to me to my babies.

So not only tell your mom how much you love her. Tell the other women in your life how much you love and admire them. Do not pity or dismiss others challenges. Instead I challenge you to think of the women longing to hear Happy Mother’s Day.

Someone you know. Someone that is hurting. Reach out to them with a comforting text, phone call, or visit. I know in this day and age we are scared to pick up the phone and show true care and emotion. But, trust me, you have no idea what it might mean to someone that is struggling.

Some women chose not to have children for whatever reason. But could you imagine not having the physical ability to choose?

Happy Mother’s Day to my fellow mommies, the not yet Mom’s and to my beautiful Sissy. May God heal you and grant you a beautiful life you deserve. Remember

Just Happy Mommy

Xoxo

Breakdown. Breakthrough. Repeat

I LOVE the movie Jerry Maguire. I know every word, every look, every song! One of my favorite scenes is when he writes his memo in the middle of the night. He’s in the zone writing passionately and so proud of his “Breakdown or Breakthrough?!”  

  
I feel like everyday/week/month/years I go through a series of breakdowns and breakthroughs. Albeit some are small and no big deal, while others tear at my heart and weigh on my mind. 

My life is never boring. I always feel like I need to explain why I share this stuff. It’s Simple; to connect and let people know they are not alone in this crazy mommy world. 

I will not backtrack but just a little glimpse into a typical week. Last Thursday my car literally breaks down at work. It overheated with 2 barefoot, no napped, little boys inside. While we were waiting on daddy to come to the rescue they were running around Posh (the super cute boutique where I work)

POSH Tulsa Link
   
   
Then I Breakdown crying because my sissy is going back into the hospital. Her poor body and spirit are struggling and breaks my heart to see her in pain and sad with no real treatment plan. But my boys give her the best medicine there is! 

  
 
That same evening we have an awesome Breakthrough at swim lessons, baby brother is jumping in with no fear. Over and over. He was so happy and holding his breath and showing off his adorable toothy grin! 

Then I changed what I thought was a wet diaper to have a steaming cow patty turd fall on my foot. I took a picture but I will spare you the graphic content. I can’t make this shit up! Sorry can’t resist a good pun 😂😆💩🙈

Breakthrough I survived a super packed Saturday, 3 events: baby sprinkle, bloggers brunch & grand reopening at Posh. Then I took the boys to visit my grandma and play outside.  

    

   
  
That evening we had dinner with our best friends with 5 kids under 5. As I lay my head down, little bro starts crying and breathing fast and coughing. Albuterol treatment begins… Ahhhh those innocent hands  

 Breakthrough Sunday, I finally got to sleep in, well after getting up in the night. But still my body slept thru the screaming, fighting, and cartoons. Dad goes for a run. I go for a run. Dad leaves to go to the office. I load the boys up in the rain to go to Target. We had a great time. We 3 musketeers love Target. Who would have known that a sparkle bouncy ball in the $1 section is the most prized possession of all?! Winning!

  
Drop off the baby and groceries. (I think I got some food. haha) 
On to the next. A birthday party for a school mate at the bounce house place. I think “Sweet! They will wear him out and feed him. He will be ready for bath and bed when we get home.” Oh slow your roll there, Little Mama. Not so fast. I thought I would survive a 2 hour party. No, no, no. Total meltdown as we are leaving, complete with laying on the sidewalk screaming and crying over playing light sabers with their new bubble wands and some devil skittles arcade game. Brattastic voyage home.  This is how we wrap birthday presents when we are out of scotch tape 🙈😁

 Here is where the breakdowns and breakthroughs collide. We live in a small house. 1,500 sq ft is small for 4 humans and all of their crap that has accumulated over 10 plus years together and enough clothing to cover an entire small country. America the land of excess. 

  Anyway, when one of the boys gets up crying in the middle of the night, it usually wakes the other one up. Case in point: this morning. My littlest one woke up from the thunderstorms and just wanted me to hold him. Then he sucked down 3 apple sauce pouches at 3:13am. This is pretty normal. Unfortunately, because of his allergies, he is limited to what he can eat so I’m always going to fed him whenever he is hungry. He is below 10% when it comes to his weight. So it’s kinda like I’m still getting up for an overnight feeding except I’m not nursing. 

  
But when the big brother hears us and gets up and wants to cuddle on the couch, this is where it gets tricky. They want me all the time. I love it. But when they want to start fighting and playing on top of me at 4am, I’m thinking “OK, guess I need to start the coffee.” A smoothie and veggie sticks later I think little man might go down without a fight. Big bro has chowed down 2 mini bagels and cream cheese and is on episode 3 of paw patrol.

 As I see the sky turn from black to navy I know there are 2 ways this can go. Either we go to bed and try to get an hour or 2 before school or we are up for the day screwing up naps and mixing up days and nights. 

My husband says this is my fault because I cater to their every whim. OK. Yes, I do. So I find myself either sleeping in my sons twin bed with him or on the couch.  

  My mind is racing or I’m blogging this to you and thinking “I should have gone for a run or to the gym.” Hahaha Nah I’ve got a good 12-16 hour day ahead of me. All in good time, my pretty, all in good time. 
You know how most moms, myself included, really loathe unsolicited advice. Like “Bitch, you don’t know my life or my kids. Thanks. I appreciate it. I will put them to bed earlier and make sure they get an organic meal and wear matching pjs.” Ok bye 

I’ve run myself into the ground with worry over my family. Some people know what that is like, and others will never understand until they live it. 

I think my breakdowns are my breakthroughs. 

Little by little I see that those times and doors are closing in on me. I need to cherish being able to hold both my boys on the couch. Be thankful I get to sing them both to sleep each night. The days of requesting rocking chairs, scratching backs and cuddles are numbered. I will be craving this before I know it.

It’s also comforting to know that this is nothing new or different. It’s mom life. We all have these mornings, and it’s nice to know we aren’t alone. I read an article the other night that was talking about parenting in past generations. It was really great but I found myself angry at the end. Comparisons suck. Earlier generations didn’t have access to all of this technology and they didn’t live in fear everyday. I wish I could let my boys play outside. Hell, in the front yard, without me. But it’s not gonna happen. I wish I wasn’t glued to my phone and feeling the need to connect with strangers over my own family. 

The world has gone through a breakdown. A breakdown of connections. I just hope we can breakthrough and find each other once again. 
Xoxo
Just happy mommy 

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

I use this saying all the time and almost everyone knows what it means but I decided to look it up anyway. 

Definition
A common experience of living in apartment-style housing in New York City, and other large cities, during the manufacturing boom of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Apartments were built, similar in design, with the bedrooms located directly above and underneath one another. Thus, it was normal to hear a neighbor removing their shoes in the apartment above. As one shoe made a sound hitting the floor, the expectation for the other shoe to make a similar sound was created.

Verb
wait for the other shoe to drop
(idiomatic) To defer action or decision until another matter is finished or resolved.

(idiomatic) To await a seemingly inevitable event, especially one that is not desirable 

It’s kinda like when you got your shit together and have a moment of “yep it’s going too good”. The anticipation of what happens is waiting for the next shoe to drop. 
I am superstitious. I get it from my Papa. I know there is no such thing, but still my mind will say, “Dammit! I jinxed myself.” 
I have lots of examples of this so, please let me indulge you. 

The last few days I have had my super mom cape on and kicking ass at mom life! 

Friday the boys and I had a friend over to try out some new lip gloss. It’s called lip sense and I thought ok what the hell. I love me a good lipgloss! It was so cool and we had a blast. The boys loved her and I love my new everyday color called first love. It doesn’t come off, it’s all natural and I am so excited I got it today! Find her on Facebook Kiss Proof Kisses and tell her you saw it on Just happy mommy  😘💄💋

This is with NO makeup. My before, then after lip color, then with gloss and still perfect even after swim lessons! 

  
Then Saturday we had my cousins wedding which was lovely and great to see my cousins. 

Then Sunday we relaxed and went shopping at trader joes OMG obsessed and so happy they have one in Tulsa now. I waited a month but it was still a zoo! My mom and I ran over to Nordstrom rack and old navy to get some cute beach gear for our trip in 24 days! Bow chic a bow wow! Holler ED vaycay 2016!  

 Yesterday Our AC was broken so a sweet friend helped me out (shout out to said friend,) and a repair man was there in less than an hour! Boom! Then I had to take my son to school, then take the baby to my moms, then off to the dentist to get 4 fillings. OUCH! Back to pick up the baby, then pickup at school then off to SAMs to get a few things, go thru the car wash oh ya and clean, vacuum and mop my house all before 6:30pm when friends were arriving for my first wrap party! Finally got in bed by 10pm. Booya! 

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So today feeling pretty proud of all I had accomplished, I had a pep in my step. We made it out the door to school and then to visit my BFF, drop off some yummy food and stare at her beautiful week old baby girl. Of course we had some coffee talk. (In the mike Myers voice). It was a perfect morning!

  
 Then little man and I went to my parents’ to go for a walk. My mom is my soulmate. We are there for one another and know each other better than ourselves. I told her, after bitching about something, “But you know what? We are healthy. We haven’t had to use an epipen in a while.” And as soon as I said it, I thought “MFer! I should not have said that for fear of jinxing my streak of good luck with no allergy attacks!” After our walk, little man had some red bumps on his face and he was rubbing his eyes. I immediately thought there it is. The other shoe dropped. He’s going to have a reaction. (Also just to note: this is where he had his first anaphylactic reaction so I’m on high alert.) We washed his swollen face off and I got him some Benadryl and decided to get him home and give him steroids. I called my husband, who was home for lunch, and he had the medicine ready as soon as I screeched in the doorway. 

I left my parent’s house just praying to God to keep my baby safe. I kept reaching my hand back into his car seat so he would grab my fingers with his little hand. I would shake them and then he would squeeze my finger back. We did this the entire ride home. For anyone in a health or dangerous situation car rides are hell and seem like every brake light is another breath taken for granted.

  We are home now, and he is sleeping. I have the monitor on full blast. I walk in to watch him breathing every few minutes. I overreacted this time. The last couple times I have been so calm and just gave him Benadryl and a bath. But today I thought “OK, bitch nuts, it’s on.  We have been too lucky, and Since I got cocky with saying no epipens, it was on.” I am so thankful that he is OK and just very congested. 
I am almost certain it is something outside. This time of year, in Oklahoma especially, allergies are at the all time high. When I was at the TV station, I remember that Tulsa is one of the worst cities in the US for asthma and allergies. I love living in green country but, I hate seeing my baby struggle to breath and my big boy getting shiners under his eyes from the high pollen count. 

Anyway, we think we got our shit together, and then we don’t. Sometimes the shoe drops, and sometimes it doesn’t. But the knowing things are too good to be true and the anticipation of knowing something will go wrong in the future is what causes me anxiety. I for one have to force myself to live for today. I cannot control what happens. God is in control, and I have to trust in Him to take care of me, my babies, and my loved ones. Good things happen and bad things happen. Life isn’t fair and it’s all about perspective and being thankful. 
Seeing my friend’s new baby girl this morning and having a few minutes to talk, just us girls, just us moms, is a gift I cherish. 
I always check FB and Instagram when the boys are napping or having quiet time, and a sweet friend of mine posted this on my timeline.
Why being a mom is just enough 
Tears streamed down my face as I read this. It was just what I needed. Me taking care of my boys and giving them the time, love and attention they need and deserve is enough. They make my world go round. 

 We survived swim lessons and both boys loved it except for this one comment. I was running after little brother while big bro had his lesson. He was ready to jump in! A mom watching me run back and forth says “this is when you lose the baby weight.” 

Ummmm I’m sorry what?!?! I thought “Wtf lady?! ”  I wanted to say “Oh I’ve already lost my baby weight and guess what I’m going to Wendy’s after this bitch!” I Obvi didn’t say that but you bet your sweet ass I got a spicy chicken sandwich! Insert Wendy’s ad here 

  So Im hanging up my proverbial super mom cape tonight. Wednesday is our no plans, no pants, PJ day, and I intend to enjoy it fully and completely with my little humans.

Xoxo

Just happy mommy 

Spring has sprung! 🌱🐰🐣🌷💐🌻

Spring has sprung here in Oklahoma. We have been enjoying nearly perfect weather the last few weeks. We had our first BIG spring thunderstorm the other night and it was pretty and wild. And while I am usually a HUGE lover of summer and fall but I must say these cool spring mornings and mild, longer days are especially lovely. The boys and I have been spending more time outside and enjoying the weather.

My 4 year old wanted to start a garden. I have a black thumb. I cannot keep a plant alive. Keeping 2 children and husband alive? Yes. Any other living organism from tree, bush, grass, flower or herb, NOT A CHANCE. Still, I decided to indulge him. I lucked out and found these little pods in the dollar section at Target! Now I just need to pray that he did not inherit my deadly phalange.

     

 So far so good! Seeing the little green sprouts made us both so happy and excited! 

It is spring break this week in OK! And this time of year is school enrollment and decisions! My mind has literally been spinning the last few years. It is a question and constant discussion at any mommy function, playdate or activity. Where is your child going to school? I have been planning and figuring things out, stressing out, worrying, panic attacks, questioning and praying about my families future. Thankfully, we are finally making some BIG decisions and it feels good to have things lined up for next year. I have an upcoming post about the Great School debate! All I can say is stay true to your convictions and go where your child will be happy and thrive. 

 

With the warmer temperatures comes waredrobe changes and challenges. Seriously I am never ready to wear sleeveless or shorts let alone in March. So here it comes the pale cellulite and the added winter hibernation flove Flab/love. Like many women I follow several fashion bloggers on instagram and pinterest for ideas on cute fashion and online deals. The thing is I need to shape up this ship before putting on stripes, cuttoffs and sandals. This mama ain’t beach ready, sheeeeeit I’m not even ready for swimming lessons. We will be going on a family vacation in May so we have a deadline and a goal to reach! I did get my hair did yesterday after 3 months. And as my sister so elequently quoted Romy and Michelle’s high school reunion “you look so good with blonde hair and black roots it’s not even funny.”  Thank goodness for blonde dry shampoo 💁🏼💁🏼

   
So once again the lovely spring storms return to Oklahoma and we need this rain.  I welcome this rain with open arms and look at it as a clean slate! 

We started decorating for Easter today and the boys loved it! My older son has my personality and the baby is just like his daddy. Basically I’m obsessed with celebrating holidays, decorating, cooking and he just shows up haha kinda like our wedding day 😂🤔 

   
I am so thankful my mom kept some of our childhood items over the last few decades. And this year I finally got out my Nana’s table linens to decorate my Easter table. Here are some of the books we started reading tonight at bedtime. Notice the prices $0.83 & $0.63 and my Nana’s handwriting in the book. God I miss her so much!     

   

   
  Easter always reminds me of my grandmothers. We dye eggs and decorate homemade sugar cookies with our cousins. It is a tradition we are still keeping alive for my boys! My Nana was famous for her deviled eggs and she taught me her secrets. So now Im the official deviled egg maker!

We were always so excited to hunt eggs at their houses after church and show off our matching outfits my mom made for us.  

 Wow I’m getting really nostalgic. But seriously what wonderful childhood memories! I’m so grateful to have such strong, smart and beautiful women to influence me in my life and made me who I am today. 

Of course I had a line up play dates and fun things to do With the boys this spring break but my poor boo bear has a nasty virus. So we have been getting creative around here. Embrace the chaos! 

Everyone knows their house goes to pot when a kiddo is sick. Getting up at all hours, playing musical beds and being practically home bound as not to share our fever and cough with others. 

Sooooo we got crafty today! Enjoyed the breeze through the windows, turned on some Grease jams, painted and made cotton ball Easter bunnies with the boys hand and foot prints. It’s worth the mess! 

   
Finally I decided I was going to try something I have been wanting to make for awhile now…

Vegan Mac n’ Cheese

    

  Since my little nugget can’t indulge in the amazingness that is Mac n Cheese I figured I would give it a shot. I slightly altered the recipe but it turned out pretty good! 

Veggies Don’t Bite Vegan Cheese Sauce 
It’s made with potatoes, carrots and lots of spices. I used gluten free pasta and coconut milk to thin it out and I didn’t use any other nuts. We are meat eaters so I added some shredded turkey and we loved it! Brother and dad not so much. The only downside is that when I make something uber healthy I think I can have like 3 helpings in one sitting. Oops.

Having my little bunnies at home this week makes me thankful for springtime and excited for the next beautiful mess we create! I can’t believe Easter is next weekend! 

🌱🕊🐰🐣🐝💐🌷🌻

XOXO
Just Happy Mommy

 

60 day beach body challenge the just happy mommy way😂😝🧀🍩🌮🍪🍕🍦🍻🍟🍿🍾👍🏻

Like always I am keeping it real! So I am going to do something I have been wanting to do since I had my second little boy; a body challenge with before and after pictures and a reveal after 60 days. There is no real diet, cleanse, pills, or gimics. I am doing a collabo if you will, of what I know works for me and trying out a few new things I am curious about as well. I DO NOT WEIGH MYSELF! And if any of my dietician/medical friends are reading this I am sure they will cringe LOL.

I know health and wellness are the keys to life but if that means I can’t eat cookies or have a beer then I’m out. I love smoothies and salads but I also have to have cheezits and cheese almost daily. Trust me I have come a long ways from my TV days of drinking magnums of wine with my coworkers.

Anyway, we are going to the beach in less than 60 days so I am wanting to lose a few pounds. I am going to try a little harder to eat less and workout more. Notice I did NOT say eat better. If there is one thing I know about myself it is that denying me food and drink is a sure fire way to get me to be a hangry biatch and aint nobody got time for that. But I am making time everyday to excercise even if it is to walk to the neighborhood park with the boys.

Bare with me I am pretty scattered and not sure where to start. Instead of giving you a grocery list, some pretty colored containers, telling you how many calories you need, how much tea to drink and what kind of toilet paper to use. I am just going to say everything in moderation. If you are better with a balls to the wall approach and need to follow a diet, cleanse or whatever then do that. I just know I like seeing what other people do and maybe I am weird for sharing this but whatever here it is I really hope you all can laugh along with me because after reading this back I think it’s pretty dang funny. 

I started Sunday February 28 and walked/jogged around my neighborhood

Monday we went for a walk outside

Tuesday we played outside with our neighbors

Wednesday took a day off because 3 days in a row is a lot for me 😝

Thursday walked on the treadmill and did elliptical

Friday Yoga class

Saturday Barre class

Sunday walk to the park

Monday Blast & Furious class

Today Yoga flow

Last night I tried my first “It Works” Body Wrap! I wrapped my stomach hips and tricep flaps. I am so excited to finish the application. One box comes with 4 wraps and you can cut them and place them anywhere from the neck down to help tighten, tone & firm your skin. I saw some results with my first time but I have 3 more to go and you can only wrap every 72 hours. I am drinking lots of water and using the defining gel that came with my kit twice a day and massaging that into my problem areas to get faster results. Stay tuned for my reveal.

http://justhappymommy.myitworks.com/

  
The food part I am sure is controversial because somedays I am healthy and others I am NOT. So here is my food diary for a week. (I always have at least 2 cups of coffee & water in the morning! Also I am trying to workout on an empty stomach.)

I already started backwards with a cheat day on my first day. We had Jimmy Johns after mass and then Arby’s roast beef ya ya ya I know “we have the meats!” When I decide not to cook I let my husband decide where to go because on the weekends I am tired of making decisions. Also I cant remember everything hello I am chasing after 2 kids. And I do the mom thing that you aren’t supposed to do and finish their food. Finally I gave up chips and salsa my #1 fave for lent. 

Thursday: Breakfast burrito, steak & feta salad and like 4 baby snickers from work 

Friday: Spinach chicken salad with strawberries, pecans, tomatoes and blue cheese, 1.5 massive M&M/ chocolate chip cookies from our fave local bagel shop, 

http://oldschoolbagelcafe.com/site/

1 tosada & 2 beef tacos, Dr. Pepper

Saturday: Scrambled eggs with turkey bacon and 2 english muffins with REAL butter, queso, Stella beers and fireball shots. See what I mean healthy then NOT!

Sunday: No doubt fireball and mommying do NOT mix! But we get up anyway put on some coffee, watch Star Wars and eat McDonald’s egg mcmuffin, then 1/2 digornos pizza, and chef salad with ranch and 2 magic cookies for dinner.

Monday Zoe’s orzo salad with pita bread, popcorn & cheezits

Breakfast burrito and green apple and 2 chick-FIL-a sandwiches with chick-fil-a sauce boom! 

So when I say I mix it up I really mean it. I do NOT do the same workouts over and over. I know running gets you in the best shape but I will pretty much do anything but run. Also I make healthy choices and I make junk choices. So judge away. You only live once right?!?!

Now the really crazy part I am going to show myself in a bikini before and after. I am really mortified and scared but I am also strangely motivated by fear. I have learned so much from facing my fears. One of which was starting this blog. So here it goes. 

XOXO
Just Happy Mommy

 

Maintenance: You did not wake up like this!

OK ladies lets talk maintenance. The whole “I woke up like this” is a crock of shit. If you are able to get 10 hours of sleep, drink 75-100 ounces of water a day, exercise, exfoliate, eat perfect, fix your hair, put on makeup, be wrinkle free, bright eyed, pouty lipped with an apple bottom, thigh gap, top knot, mani pedi all while wearing a perfectly pinterested outfit well then my hands are up giving you a high five and a hallelujah! Amen!

The rest of us humans try, but few attain the perfection we see in our favorite celebrities. I love to learn from other beautiful women. I have always like to see what the new fashion trends are, learn new makeup tricks, and keep myself somewhat put together. This last week has knocked me down a peg or twenty, and I have taken a wrong turn down ugly lane. Rocking a swollen face, dehydrated, 3rd eye zit, dark puffy eyes, and a triple chin to boot.

Beauty. I have been thinking about this topic for awhile now. I usually do some type of research on the topic I am writing about just to make sure I have some idea of what I am talking about. This time I did not get far. When I googled beauty routine, I was overwhelmed by the ridiculous amounts of results. “80 Beauty Tips & Tricks Every Woman Needs to Know” was when I stopped

http://dailymakeover.com/beauty-tips/

The article has great tips but 80! Sheeeeit I barely get a shower these days, let alone shave my legs. And to worry about a skin care regimen?

Here’s the thing. Women are not supposed to age, wrinkle, grey, sag, or whine. Yet when men go grey they become a silver fox, gain some moobs, and they are dad bod hot. UM NO! I refuse! I have aged more in 4 years of being a mom than I did drinking and smoking every single weekend while eating Mexican food and never washing my makeup off in my 20’s. Now after breastfeeding 2 babies, gaining 60 lbs twice, and never really sleeping again, I look my age and need to get my maintenance on! I AM NOT COMPLAINING! MOM LIFE & PREGNANCY TAKES ITS TOLL.

I can hear the peanut gallery now. Why don’t you stop blogging and go workout?! Why don’t you put your kids down earlier? You should go to church. How many cocktails are we talking about? Try Botox, Pilates, these 8 face creams etc.

It costs a lot of money to look good. Good genes are priceless and you bet your sweet ass I have some great genes. I don’t know about you, but I think I look better than I really do. Until recently when I looked in the mirror I thought “I know I could always look better, but my clothes fit. Considering my mom lifestyle, it was decent.” The first pic is ZERO makeup with my oldest son  🙂 The second was a month ago after getting my hair done with my gorgeous sissy!

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OH HOW WRONG I WAS! A couple of weeks ago, I had a reaction to my eyelash extensions. My sister is amazing and pays for this lavish unnecessary extravagance, and I have had them on for several months and never had a problem. Anyway I was interviewed for a TV story and we had professional photos taken of my family in our home. After seeing my fat, swollen, round face triple chin on TV and again in this local magazine I was mortified. WTF had I done. Thinking hey “I look good” turned into “HOLY HELL I look like that?!” Instead of feeling excited and empowered my confidence plumeted.

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Kristy DeBOER On Balancing Work & Life copy

Now I think back to those damn eyelash extensions. Sure enough, when I got them done again, this happened! Last Saturday I woke up like this.

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GROSS! Crusty, red, itchy, burning, and swollen shut. Looks like I have pink eye huh? Nope not pink eye because it went away after using Rhoto eye drops, warm compresses, and taking Benadryl.  The price we pay to look like a beat basic bitch.

I have been getting my hair highlighted and colored since I was in high school. As a blonde its a deal made with the hair devil. I used to get my nails done but that was a budget cut since baby #2. I have NEVER bought expensive makeup. I recently started using a nightly face cream that gave me a HUGE third eye sized zit on my forehead. Then there is the physical and mental maintenance, which I think is the most important, but also for me the most neglected. Exercising is KEY.  It makes me happy, a better mom, wife, and person. But when I do not get much sleep, I forgo my workouts for sleep and bravo in order to continue functioning. Ok, my biggest hurdle FOOD/DRINK. I love to eat healthy, and I hate anxiety. But I still eat Taco Bueno and enjoy a cocktail. I drink A LOT of caffeine. Coffee and Dr. Pepper are my #1’s. I am really trying to drink more water. If you have read my blog at all, you know my stance on mental health.

The terrible 3: Depression, Anxiety & social media  – Just Happy Mommy

The terrible 3: Depression, Anxiety & social media 

Finally fashion. Looking cute is considered maintenance to me. Especially since I work part time at my friends totes adorbs boutique, which is pretty much the only place I shop other than Target or online. Check out Posh online

http://poshtulsa.com/collections/all

When you look cute, you feel pretty. And when you feel pretty it shows. You can have it all goin’ on, but if you DO NOT FEEL GOOD it shows. I love the expression “you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter”.  I guess what I have been trying to word vomit out the last 1,000 words is we should age gracefully. Keep a young attitude towards life, and explore different options. Just like my mom says, “what is good for some women does not work for us.” As for me, balance is the key. I want to stay true to me, and I think this article from the local magazine Daily Table explains my outlook on food perfectly. Not only is eating a celebration, but so is life so go take a bite!

XOXO
Just Happy Mommy

Kristy DeBoer On Balancing Work & Life

Reasor’s new magazine Daily Table Interviewed Kristy DeBoer On Balancing Work & Life.