Celebrating Earth Day in Style

It’s the day after Earth Day, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to write about how Princess celebrated the day – in style. Sometimes I feel like a mom to a teenager, rather than a preschooler. Princess has been wanting to dress herself lately, which is great. I love that she’s becoming more independent. But, it can also be a daunting task.

There are those moments when I want to pull my hair out because this teen preschooler tries to negotiate everything from what I should make for breakfast to the clothes she wears.

“Can I have pancakes?” she asks.
“No there’s not enough time for pancakes. You’re having oatmeal today,” I respond.
“But, what if I can have oatmeal tomorrow and pancakes today?” she asks.

We’d go back and forth until either she cries, I cave in, or both.

At some point, I’ll have to pick her up eye level to the closet, so that she can physically pick out her outfit for the day. Sometimes I’m so exhausted from working the night before, that I have trouble balancing her on my back.

After I suggest the long-sleeve teal dress, she expresses her disapproval and chooses a bright neon green dress with a bright yellow sewn-in slip.

“Are you sure you want to wear this dress? It’s for summer,” I say to her.

“Yes,” she insists.

It’s still a bit too cool for sleeveless dresses. Knowing how I feel about it, she goes on to say that she’ll wear it with her black tights and black patent leather shoes. She also tells me that she’ll wear her black sweater. Then adds that since it’s Earth Day, the green with yellow is perfect. I guess she’s referring to the trees and the sun, which isn’t such a bad idea when you think about it.

I then pick out a cute, yet simple neon green headband for her to wear. However, little Miss Fashionista declines and reaches for the light pink princess tiara favor from a previous birthday party.

“It’s seems a bit much. Do you really want to wear this,” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers.

I reluctantly say ok, while secretly praying that she doesn’t look hideous.

She places the crown on top of her head and walks into the kitchen to watch her iPad (a.ka. her ‘little TV’) and eats her oatmeal.

I stand back and reflect on how she amazes me each day. Princess has such a beaming personality that shines through. I can’t believe how much she grown. Despite my reluctance of her sporting this get up, I realize it looks pretty cute – crown and all.

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After dropping her off at school, I take a peak at her as she plays with classmates on the playground. She takes off her crown and asks her friends if they want to try it on. One by one, they all place it on their heads. While some parents may express concern that one of these kids could have head lice, I think to myself, “how nice.” My daughter is really something special.

 

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Earth Day: Simple Eco-Friendly DIY Multi-Purpose Cleaner

In celebration of Earth Day, I thought it would be fitting to share a simple eco-friendly ways to clean, along with how Princess is doing her part to give back to Mother Earth. I’ve also teamed up with my fellow Maker Moms on YouTube, who also share ways to go green.

Over the years I’ve grown sensitive to harmful chemicals. Most cleaning products release toxic odors into the air that affect my breathing. Sometimes I wonder if it’s led to my chronic sinus infections.

In any event, all I do is add about 1/3 white distilled vinegar to three cups of water, and voila! You’ve got a simple multi-purpose cleaner.

Not only does it cut grease, it also wipes away dirt and gets rid of odors too. I’ve used this concoction to clean counter tops, floors, and bathtubs to name a few.

Have you got any to share? Hit me up! In the meantime, check out more info on my eco-friendly concoction and Princess in action. This is also a game of tag. Find out who’s go next. Please don’t forget to rate and subscribe.

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A Travel Day to Remember (Part 3)

A Travel Day to Remember (Part 1)
A Travel Day to Remember (Part 2)
Family trip

The hours past by so slowly. It was worse than watching paint dry. Every time I looked at my cell, I felt anxiety.

Hours eventually turned to minutes, and then it was time to board. At first I thought we had a chance of getting on the plane because the crowd seemed sparse. But within a few minutes of boarding, I saw a flood of people come out of the woodwork. A feeling of dismay washed over me.

“There’s no way we’re getting on this flight. Let’s just hope for at least one seat,” I said to my husband.

Sending our daughter would be half the battle and being with Baby O until the 7:30 flight wouldn’t be ideal, but it would be better than being stuck with two kids at the Airport.

“Let’s get closer,” I instructed. One by one, those with tickets went through. Then I saw this big fat guy who was on standby squeeze himself ahead of everyone. “Wtf,” I thought. “That guy was on standby and just boarded the plane,” I whispered over to my hubby. At that moment the fighter in me came out. I knew if I didn’t get aggressive there was no way we were getting on. But, then I thought to myself, getting too aggressive would do more harm than good. I told my hubby to get on the plane. “I don’t want you to miss your flight,” I said. It was so sweet for him to have waited until the last second. However, I’d feel terrible if he missed the opportunity to board.

We said our goodbyes and then Princess started to lose it. It was like a scene out of a movie. Before you know it she started bawling her eyes out. “I wanna go with daddy!” she wailed. There were a bunch of other people on standby waiting to be allowed on the plane. Our chances continued to dwindle. There was another mom with her tot who barely made it, “I’m here. Oh my God, we made it. Here’s my ticket,” she said out of breath. Princess’s cry got even louder. That’s when I started begging, “please let us on!” There was no shame in my game. We had to get on that plane. The thought of not getting to Tampa until 10pm was crazy.

Through all the commotion, the ticket agent shouted, “Wait a minute. I’m gonna go down the list,” he said. After a short pause (which seemed like an eternity) he asked, “Gooden?” “Yes?” I responded. “That’s you?” He asked. He knew it was me from our previous conversation. I guess he didn’t want it to seem too obvious that he was giving us the hook up. Who could blame him? After a while of standing there, it seemed as if almost everyone was rooting for us, I mean Princess. “Thank you,” I said. With one quick swoop, I grabbed our bags and we started running toward the plane.

If you think this is it, think again. There more to come. I had a wet surprise once we landed in Tampa. Stay tuned.

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Must See: Easter Photos 2014

It’s been a pretty busy week. We just got back from vacation, and have a lot of ground to cover. In addition to playing catch up, I’m dealing with a horrible sinus infection. As if I haven’t gone through enough already. I explain more in my vacation recap.

In the meantime, I thought I’d wish you all a Happy Easter. We didn’t get to do as much this year, but we managed to make it to church and take a few pictures. I’m hoping to do a belated Easter celebration complete with an egg hunt next week. I know it may sound crazy. But, sometimes you have to improvise.

Without further adieu, here they are.

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Happy Easter 5

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As you can probably tell it was a windy day. Despite the conditions, the photos turned out okay. I can’t wait until it gets milder, so we can get out and take some more.

How did you spend the holiday?

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A Travel Day to Remember (Part 2)

A Travel Day to Remember (Part 1)

Family trip

We were hell bent on making this flight. The thought of having to wait for another gave me anxiety. From a distance we saw a crowd of people who appeared to be waiting to board the aircraft. “We got this,” I thought to myself.

Once we arrived at the gate, we were informed that no more passengers were allowed to get on the plane. Here’s where I thought that playing the baby card would work in our favor. But the agent took one look at our family and reiterated, “The doors are closed.” We begged and pleaded for her to let us on, but with a very matter of fact demeanor she said, “We close the door five to ten minutes before takeoff.” I looked at my phone and realized that we missed the plane by one minute.

“Can’t you call the plane and ask them to let us on,” I pleaded some more. “No,” she said. “Once the doors are closed, that’s it.” That woman was cold as ice. She obviously didn’t care that we missed our flight. The other people who we standing there, as it turns out, were from an earlier flight that had been canceled due to mechanical problems. So we weren’t the only ones out of luck.

This was the first time I’d ever miss a flight. I kept going over in my head how we could have saved time, but it was useless. We missed it and there was no way we were getting on that plane, and no way my hubby could have made the standby cut either. Now we had to try and get on his original flight, which was set to depart at 2:30pm. Princess had been trooper up until this point. “I’m hungry and thirsty. I want some water and something to eat,” she whined. She had a pretty hearty breakfast, but we had decided to limit her water until after the flight. So, I couldn’t blame her for being thirsty. It just came at a bad time. I took her to the bathroom and searched for water, while my hubby stood on line to try and get us on his flight.

The only option we had was to place the kids and me on standby for the 2:30 flight. If luck would have it, some people would miss their flight allowing the four of us to travel together. However, it was already full and the odds of someone missing the plane was slim because there were tons of people on standby from that earlier canceled flight. If we didn’t make that plane, the kids and I would have to wait until the 7:30pm, which would mean that we’d be stuck at the airport the entire day and wouldn’t arrive I tampa until after 10pm. It would take a miracle for us to travel together. The only other option was to take a flight at 1pm to Boston and wait for a 7:30 flight to Tampa from there. We chose to try our luck and waited to see if we could get on my hubby’s direct flight.

After roaming the airport and listening to Princess whine some more, she finally got her wish. We had lunch, then headed straight to the gate to wait for the 2:30 flight. With only two one diaper left, I was hoping Baby O wouldn’t have a last minute explosion. There’s no telling when we’d be able to board a plane at this point.

We were already pissed off that JetBlue turned us away, and planned to write a note of complaint. But then I figured, why not try and work a little magic to see if the agent could do something to get us on the next flight somehow. I could bat my lashes, or approach with the kids. There are some people who have a sore spot for kids. But after thinking about that lady who shut the door, I knew that playing the kid card would be a waste of time. Batting my eyes wouldn’t work either. I looked at hot mess.

Instead, I politely explained the situation to the guy behind the JetBlue counter. “This is my first time on stand by. Can you explain the process to me?” I asked. I then went on to tell him that even if there was one seat left, I’d want to put my daughter in the flight with her dad and I’d travel on the 7:30 flight with the baby. “But, if there’s anything you can do to get us all on, I’d appreciate it,” I added. He then told me that there was a family of six ahead of us. “I don’t think they’ll want to split up, if there were only a couple seats left,” he said.

In a nutshell, we sorta had a shot of getting on. As it turns out, the family of six was supposed to have been on that early morning canceled flight, and wasn’t able to board the 10:30 flight either. They were actually supposed to be on a cruise and missed the boat too. The agent told me that they were basically out a ton of money with no where to go, and decided to spend a coupe days in Tampa and make the best of their situation. They were in a pretty bad predicament, but so were we. Traveling with small children is completely different from traveling with teens, like this family.

We had about a two hour wait, which seemed like an eternity. Princess was getting more restless and had been working my last nerve. I prayed that there was at least one seat so that she could get on. I couldn’t blame her though. If we had made the flight, we would have already been in Tampa.

She must have needed to go to the bathroom a million times. I actually lost count. After every trip to the restroom, she wanted to race back to where Baby O and her daddy were sitting. Needless to say, I was exhausted.

So what do you think, did we make it on the next plane? Stay tuned to find out.

A Travel Day to Remember (Part 3)

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A Travel Day to Remember (Part 1)

I consider myself a pro when it comes to traveling. But, adding kids to the mix makes me feel like a novice. In preparation for our trip to Tampa, I prepared as if I was studying for an exam. But, all the cramming in the world couldn’t prepare me for this trip. It’s definitely a travel day to remember.

The plan was to wake up at 7:00am and get ready for a 10:30 flight to Tampa, Fl. I was up by 6:45. Our bags were packed and ready to be loaded into the SUV. All we needed to do was jump in the shower and get the kids fed and dressed.

I made some of my delicious oatmeal from scratch. Once we were all good to go, the clock read 8:20. We all made a quick bathroom run, while my hubby quickly placed all the luggage in the car. By the time we hit the road it was just after 8:30. Normally I’d be a little worried leaving so late. But since it was a Sunday, I thought no one would be on the road, except for maybe church folk. The last time I traveled on a weekend I practically flew through security. Besides, with two small kids in tow, less waiting meant less chances for meltdowns.

We got there in about a half hour, but hit a bit of a snag with parking. We wanted to park in the cheaper long term lot, which was miles from the Jet blue terminal. So we opted for the more expensive closer one. By the time we unloaded everything to head to the terminal, it was around 9:20. We soon realized that the more expensive lot didn’t necessarily save us time. We had a little over an hour to go through security and it seemed like we were walking for miles to get to the JetBlue counter.

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Thank goodness we checked in the night before. All we had to do now was check our bags and my hubby wanted to see if he could get on standby for our flight. As I mentioned in my previous post, I was supposed to be traveling with the kids alone, while he took a 2:30pm flight. Once we arrived at the line to drop our bags, it didn’t seem so bad. The only problem was that the line for standby grew in like 10 seconds while he was with us for the luggage drop off. I know you’re probably thinking why didn’t we stand on separate lines? The problem was that we had a lot of stuff, including two big ass suitcases, two carry ons, an umbrella stroller, and Princess’s Doc McStuffins mini suitcase.

In hindsight, I should have just put Baby O back in the carrier and try to maneuver with everything, while the hubs stood in the other line. I think that may have save us a few minutes. But we got back the loss time because the guy who checked the bags expedited the process by putting him on standby. All we needed to do was go through security, and it would be smooth sailing from there – or so I thought.

I almost pissed my pants at how long the line was. I tried to talk my way into getting us moved ahead. The agent advised us to get on the ‘express line.’ “You’ll make it. You won’t have to take off your shoes or put any thing in a tray. You can leave the baby in carrier and all they would need to do is swipe your hand,” she said. An elderly lady took pity on us and insisted we moved ahead of her, which worked out in our favor because I later found out she had metals in her body from having two knee replacement surgeries. By the time we’d gone through she was still waiting to be cleared. Thank goodness we weren’t stuck behind her.

It was 10:12. We had to haul ass to board the plane. From a distance, the lady who had been standing ahead of us on line was trying to get our attention to hurry up. She vigorously waved us along. We began running down the corridor toward the gate praying we’d make our flight.

So, did we make it? Stay tuned to find out if we were able to board the plane.

A Travel Day to Remember (Part 2)
A Travel Day to Remember (Part 3)

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