Well, this week was a tad bit more stressful now that SJ is in summer school and we are back in the apartment. The good news is I have some unexpected adventurous oportunities coming up that are sure to make the rest of the summer a BREEZE! Speaking of breeze, the weather has been spectacular for mid June. We’ve had a lot of rain, but it’s been a cool summer so far, which is prefect for this mountain dreaming, winter preferring, layered-clothes-loving family.

Here is what we did to stay busy…

1. Bounce House
The church J has been leading worship at had a big dedication Sunday for their new building. There was a grand reception, which included with massive bounce house. Church activities are a great way to break up the summer monotony.

2. Fruit Creation
You know how much I love fruit creations! Z has been craving fruit pizza and since Mario is his favorite character we went for it.

We went back the next day to have a chance to splash around in the “spray ground”. I foresee a lot more of this boredom buster in our future.

5. McDonald’s

I’m not a McDonald’s fan personally, but it’s close to our apartment and it allows for exercise on rainy days. For that reason we go there a lot, but usually I buy an 89 cent burger as our ticket to the play land (we don’t even always eat it). This week as an extra special summer treat I actually ordered 2 happy meals for the four of us to split. How’s that for a splurge?

Next up father’s day festivities and dental appointments. Onward.

AHHHHH! I have tried to publish this blog post since Monday and here it is Friday (basically) and still have yet to share my first week of summer with world. How devastating. This time I am determined.

Summer has been busy. Hopefully it will stay that way and go by fast. My plans are to share some of our “boredom buster” activities on a weekly basis. I have a few reasons for doing this. One is my ongoing attempt at bottling up these priceless moments. Two, I have googled and Pinterested (or whatever you call it) ways to fill our endless summer days only to find that there are ENDLESS suggestions. I am not really worried that the internet needs yet another mommy blogger hitting up this topic, but hey, you never know. One of my ideas might spark something for someone else, although many of these activities are very specific to our location/schedule. Also, I might be the one looking back through them this time next year when I am trying to figure out how I managed all summer long.

Anyway, let’s get this started with last week’s boredom busters. This one’s definitely going to be more packed than most because SJ was not in summer school so we had a little getaway at my parents.

1. Ohio’s Presidents at Union Terminal

We were given a membership to the Cicinnati Museum Center, and they have 100 days of summer fun where you can count on special activities everyday. The highlight of our trip last week was when Z participated in a special session they had all about the Ohio presidents. Z LOVES American history and we are currently working on learning the 50 state capitals. Z think it’s fun and we make a game out of it. I am not trying to rob him of the joy of vegging out over the next 3 months, but if the kid wants to learn I am certainly not going to stand in the way either. I have seen so much anti-summer enrichment essays online that I worry someone will stone me for doing anything educational during his time off. That’s a side note.

2. Chalk

Z’s teacher sent home an end of the year gift of sidewalk chalk along with a note that said “Hope your summer is CHALK full of fun.” So we definitely let the fun begin with this favorite boredom buster.

3. Trees

Z had 5 stitches when he was three years old after falling (not very far) out of tree. He still has a serious scar on his chin, yet I still let them climb. There are so many benefits to healthy risk taking. I can give links to studies, but do I really need to do that? Experts agree it is a dying art form that needs to be revived. I read an article that said “Last year, almost three times as many children were admitted to the hospital after falling out of bed as those who had fallen from a tree.” Z has been taken to the ER for falling out of tree and falling out of bed. In the same year. Glad I could contribute to both sides of the spectrum (not really). 

4. Smores

While visiting my parents we also had time with some other family members including my niece, shown in the tire swing photo above.

One night we had a cook out with a bon fire and smores. We sang camp songs and even SJ, or should I say especially SJ, wanted to contribute with song ideas and sign along. This is a huge milestone!

5. Visiting Old Friends

What better time to catch up with old friends than during the summer. We got to meet with SJ’s original therapists from Louisville and they were able to see just how far she has come. We had a wonderful time. I am so so so grateful for these ladies.

6. Delta Field Trip

It was bring your kids to work day at Delta and grandchildren are included, so Z and SJ got to talk to a pilot

 and get a backstage pass to learn about how everything works at the airport. This included the fire rescue and K-9 police division.

 We saw a black lab sniff out a suit case and they got to get inside a massive firetruck, blow the horn, and watch all the water spray out.

I enjoyed it as much as they did!

As you can see there was not much room for boredom. The kids slept well that week.

Over the past 2 and a half years we have moved from Texas to my parents home in Kentucky, then in with my brother who is an hour away from them, and then another hour away to our apartment in Ohio, which is where we live now. That’s  a lot of moving and I can’t say that I particularly loved every bit of it. However, we just signed a one year renewal on our lease which means we are here for a record breaking amount of time (since leaving Texas).

This latest commitment was a bittersweet decision. Decision is the wrong word. That makes it sounds like we had a lot of options, which isn’t true. We pretty much need to be here until we are at a different place financially. Regardless of that, there are some things that I love about being here, some of which I’ve blogged about in my series Lots of Hope in a Little Home. I enjoy having a small amount of space to be responsible for. We are close to the kid’s schools which are both excellent. There is also a lot of natural beauty nearby and we appreciate every last drop of that. As strange as it may sound exposure to life below poverty level has given me insight that I would have never experienced otherwise and it’s been enlightening.***

However, as far as the bitter end of the deal I have plenty that I could gripe about. My numero uno, hands down, biggest complaint is the volume control. My kids are allowed (or should I say “a loud”) to be kids and the sound isn’t a constant issue, so I don’t want to make it out to be worse than it is. But I shutter at the thought of the woman THREE stories down complaining about how loud we are. Even if she hadn’t said anything to management, knowing that other tenants can hear us has always been in the back of my mind since we moved in. Sometimes this doesn’t even have to do with the kids. Sometimes it’s just playing my music or singing at the top of my lungs that I feel self conscious about, or the fact that I get to hear other people too (it goes both ways you know).

My other issue is that there is no playground. Not only is there no play area on the property, but there isn’t even a park down the street. There are tons of AMAZING parks, forests, trails etc. People come from far and wide to partake of the outdoor recreation that abounds in this area, but these hotspots are all about 10 minutes away or more. Which isn’t terrible, but it’s not like I can easily step out for some quick fresh air and exercise before bedtime.

Besides the sound levels and absence of a yard, I wouldn’t mind having a washer and dryer in my house. I spent my first 3 1/2 years of marriage going to the laundry mat so it’s not that foreign to me. And at least the coin laundry is in the building so I don’t have to load up the car with basketfuls of overflowing clothes. That’s good news. Still, I have to be sure I have plenty of quarters on hand and sharing a washer and dryer means I also have to schedule my laundry time when I know that I can rotate loads the moment my personal timer goes off. Then I have to sneak out without the kids seeing me or they will follow me. Sometimes this isn’t convenient. Nor is putting on shoes… or pants for that matter.

All that to say, it’s not the ideal situation and we certainly aren’t putting down any permanent roots, but I love having a place of our own. This is our home for now and it feels good to not be packing up and relocating again. Someday I won’t have to worry about how loud we are, and the kids can run around outside while I do laundry barefoot in my pajamas. I dream about that day. But like Paul says in Philippians chapter 4;

 Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything through Christ,who gives me strength.

 This is not say that I am right up there with Paul, because first of all we are not going hungry. We are not living in the ghetto (see footnote), and we are blessed with so many unnecessary pleasures and amenities. On the other hand when I question what we are doing or why we are here I am reminded through this verse of where my strength comes from. I couldn’t live through the rain or shine without Him.

*** I don’t want to give the idea that we are living in government housing or a crack house. I’ve seen the movie Precious and we are a FAR cry from that environment, thank you Jesus. But, we’re not in Kansas anymore either Toto. It’s not the picket fence, pool/tennis community that we grew up with. The bus stop here is full of second hand smoke and broken homes. The tenants are mostly older people, and younger couples that I assume would fall in the all American working class society, but for the most part families don’t live here. Most families live in houses, or duplexes, or bigger apartments with pools, even if they are section 8. The children that I’ve met that do live here have some sad stories. So that puts us in a different situation. One of which I have been grateful and asked  God to open my heart and allow me to be a light, but in all honesty, I more often feel like a spy than a missionary. Lord help me to see the way you do. 

Yesterday wasn’t horrible, but it was rough. One of those days where I feel like I know why people smoke, or at least fantasize about being able to breathe in some form of stress reduction. At the end of the day the kids were all asleep and I thought of this meme.

Then I had the urge to do something crazy, like dye my hair! That wasn’t appealing to me though. I used to dye my hair when I was a teenager, but it’s been about 15 years since I decided I would rather save all that hassle for when I go grey. So, what to do? How about change my blog layout.

I have been dreaming up a new blog for over a year. You guys, I have a whole welcome video script and directors notes ready to go. I have screen shot after screen shot of inspiration. In my dreams my blog is awesome and I would recruit the tech geniuses of my family to turn the mental designs into a virtual reality. Alas, time has never permitted any of this to happen and the longer I wait the further the down on the priority list it goes.

I don’t really want to give up all the ideas that I’ve been shaping and chasing for so long, but there are many aspects of my blog I am just sick of. I’ve been needing a change.  So I went for it. I wasn’t planning any of this at all and I just decided to scrap what I had and do something different spontaneously. Although then there is always the next day where you think “why did I paint my living room blue?” or “turns out I look horrible with bangs.” or “Oh crap, I quit my job?” Luckily the blog thing isn’t really that big of a deal, but now that I am in knee deep I am a little unsure of which direction I want to take things. With that said, please be patient with me. Depending on when you see this, Messy Mom will look different next time you stop by. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. It might look really crazy and crooked from time to time, but the plan is to switch to Word Press and get it all sorted out within the next two weeks. Which probably means two months or something like that.

Stay tuned, and as always, don’t mind the mess! 

Ezie working on his invitation craft 6 months ago. Not sure why he is upset 🙁 

When I was desperately seeking ways to relieve Ezie from his eczema irritation I talked to some moms whose children had food allergies and once removing the edible culprit they were cured. Since wheat is one of the more common offenders I decided to give it go and see what would happen if he stopped eating gluten altogether.

Since I still breast feed him this meant that I would stop eating gluten too.
This for the most part just meant eating healthy foods for two weeks. He could still have grains and was getting all the nutrients he needs. I would love to say that after all the effort his eczema was no where to be found. Unfortunately the two weeks came and went and we didn’t see any lasting results. So I gave up on the whole thing about 2 months ago.

Since then I have kind of missed the regimen. I noticed that in that time we were cutting back on a lot of processed foods, but still enjoying so many of the foods that we loved.

These are some of the meals and snacks I served up during that time. That’s GF pasta by the way. 

There were inconveniences for sure, but towards the end I was finally getting the hang of it. There is an app called Shop Well where you can scan food and it will warn you if it needs to be avoided. It also gives really high ratings the healthier the item is, or sometimes it just suggest an alternative. Sometimes I wanted to tell it to mind it’s own business and keep the “added sugar” comments to itself. Still, it’s a great app that’s free and you can customize it to any dietary needs.

After a while I learned how I could still sneak in some special splurges like certain types of naturally gluten free frozen yogurt, tapioca pudding, fritos, Dove’s dark chocolate, and my favorite various Ben & Jerrry’s flavors. Almost any food or restaurant website will tell you what they offer that is gluten free. It turns out Ezie and I could still go to Chic Fil A and eat chicken, fruit, lemonade, ice cream and OF COURSE the one of a kind waffle fries. The only modification is that you have to get the grilled chicken instead of breaded, but it’s still delicious. I found myself calling up my favorite gelato place or researching vitamins. Gluten is a sneaky little protein, but there a lot of alternative options, especially since it’s the latest craze.

I don’t understand all the controversial pros and cons of gluten. Sometimes I think it gets a bad wrap because it sounds too close to glutton and that makes people uncomfortable. This Jimmy Kimmel video sums it up well.

 I do have a couple of friend with Celiac disease so understand it is harmful for many people, and there are millions more that have a less serious intolerance, but all I know is that I want my family to eat healthier. I would like to see less carbs, less sugar, more vegetables and clean eating. This is what the gluten free lifestyle looked like for me. So J and I discussed it and I think we are ready to give it another try.

A gluten free kids lunch. Hebrew National hotdogs, grapes, strawberries, and rice

 Low gluten is probably a more fair description if I must label it, because I am not going to panic about the kids eating a corn dogs or easter candy. Nor will I get picky when we are eating at social gatherings. I just don’t plan on stocking up the pantry with prepackaged junk. Anyway, who knows where this journey will take us. I’ve had health kicks in the past, but J and I agree that we’ve let convenience get the best of us and we’re ready for a change. I want to get back to the place where we open up the fridge and have greens spilling out.

It’s worth a shot.

There are several recent happenings that you may be aware of if you follow “messymom” on instagram, but even then there is more to the story then one little square photo with a short caption. Let’s start with the 5K. SJ’s school participates in the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati every year. Many runners raise funds in support of the school and I volunteered to work a booth the day the races began. Traffic was terrible. All the roads were shut down for the run. This Flying Pig thing is a BIG deal. Think Boston Marathon, only Cincinnati. So J dropped me off as close as he could and I called to figure out how SJ and I could make it to the booth on foot. It sounded like we weren’t far and I was told that they were set up near the finish line. Easy enough. I started following the hundreds of people that were running because I knew they certainly couldn’t be headed anywhere other than the finish line.

 The further we went the more I wondered how far into this run I had begun. A half an hour of walking alongside the masses, much of the time carrying my 4 year old, I started to get fatigued and was almost ready to give up. I saw a police officer across the street so I did my best to cut through the thick crowd of runners to get to the other side. I arrived panting and asked the officer if he knew where the finish line was. He unfolded his little map and asked for the fastest route. He looked up at me and I quickly explained myself. I am not in the race. I said defensively. I wasn’t supposed to be! I am just looking for one of the booths and well… He laughed and pointed to where I needed to go and eventually we found it. I don’t know how far we walked, I even stopped to sit down for a bit at one point. As someone who hasn’t trained for this kind of event I can tell you I was sore the next day. It was a successful day nonetheless.

The next weekend was Mother’s Day.

Z brought home the customary fill in the blank book about mom. It was really sweet. He literally had me tearing up, but one part did catch me off guard. For the “things that mom likes to do” question he wrote watch TV.

I am not try to be all defensive about it, it’s just that I watch TV less than anyone I know. I am all about down time, believe me, but I tend to veg out with my smart phone or computer, not television or movies. At the end of the book it said “My mom and I like to _________ together” and again the answer was watch TV.  So I asked him why he said that when it’s not what I like to do and he said it is what he dreams that we would do. Apparently his dream mom is ALL about TV. I get that, but I make no apologies. He also said my favorite food was hot dog. Another thing his dream mom is probably into. Anyway, it was a lovely book, I will try not over analyze it. So when picking out clothes for Sunday morning I came across a “Team Mommy” shirt that Ezie has and then I realized SJ has an “Awesome Like Mommy” tee. Both shirts were birthday gifts by the way. I thought they would be cute for mother’s day, but I didn’t want Z to feel left out. That’s when we came up with the idea to modify his I love Paris shirt.

It was a collaborate effort and it made this mother’s day extra special.

Then last week Z had his first ever field trip.

I got to chaperon and we had a lot of fun. We went to a farm and our 79 year old farmer guide was a hoot! She had more spunk then probably the whole group of overly anxious 30 something chaperons that I was a part of. At one point she was demonstrating how to milk a goat and squirted some of the creamy goodness right into her mouth.

No disclaimer about don’t try this at home/pasteurization safety speech! I know some of you are supremely grossed out right now, but that’s my kind of granny! The whole trip was informative and very interactive.

Not only did we get to milk an animal, but we also fed them, brushed them, and collected some eggs.

Oh yeah, and at one point I had a chick on my head. I miss farming and it is my dream to have a small farm one day. In due time friends.

Lastly we went to a park as we often do to get the kids some fresh air and room to run.

One particular park tends to have a lot of Hispanics, which is cool. Z and I are trying to learn Spanish. That night I noticed two little girls mixed in with the bunch who were not speaking English, but it wasn’t Spanish either. Their mom had a head covering so that was a clue right there. I decided I would just walk straight up to the parents and ask what language they spoke (hoping they could understand me enough to respond). Because the funny thing is when I am talking to someone who doesn’t speak much english I tend to sign out of habit. I forget that although gestures maybe universal most signs look like complete gibberish to a person that doesn’t know them. Anyway, the figured out what I was asking and it turns out they spoke Arabic. They were a really friendly family and they even asked to take a picture of Ezie and I with their daughter. I obliged and thought I’d get some pics of my own.

What made this evening so memorable, besides how gorgeous the sunset was,

is that out of the small group of families that were there the children were speaking Arabic, Spanish, English, and Sign Language.

 And they all played together as if there was no language barrier at all. Another beautiful example of how our differences do not have to keep us from reaching out. It was very cool.

I’ve rambled enough, but I just wanted to catch up on some of the past months highlights. Because sometimes even the memorable memories can fade.

I will stop now though before I break into the 1980’s contemporary Christian hit Love In Any Language by Sandi Patti. “Once we learn to speak it, all the world will hear. Love in any language, fluently spoken here…” Ahhh!!!

Maybe I’ve been watching too much call the midwife, but I absolutely love the vintage look of these! He’s such a cutie!