Today I’d like to welcome a real life friend of mine to the blog. So far, all my guest posts have come from people I’ve met online through blogging. This one, I ACTUALLY know! And she’s awesome. She runs a crafting blog called Dresses and Spurs and seriously, she could keep up with Martha Stewart. She’s one of those people who can actually do the Pinterest crafts the rest of us envy. But today, she isn’t going to talk to us about crafting. If you want to see that, head here to see her blog of awesomeness. Today, she’s addressing a simple question, “Is bringing home the bacon enough?”
So I’ve written before about the budget I set up and how much it’s helped us save money. I love it. Honestly. I never thought I would love having a budget AT ALL when I was younger but I love it ridiculous amounts. And I just got a reminder why. today, I want to tell you about the time I dropped the budgeting ball and all consequences that followed.
The Time I Dropped the Budgeting Ball
It was actually quite recently. I want to write about it while it’s still fresh.
See, we recently bought our first home, moved twice, spent a whole month traveling, had a baby, went through the Holidays…pretty much, had life happen in a big way. Well, during all of this, I was unable to get the printer to work to print off my budget sheet for the month. Ok, it was actually two months…
Today we are super lucky to hear from my new friend Leah from Momsters Raising Monsters. She runs a great blog with excellent parenting advice and help. (Seriously, go read some of that stuff!) Today she’s sharing really smart ways to adjust the compliments we give our children so they actually build them up in positive ways. I didn’t realize how much I could improve my complimenting until I read this! Super insightful. So without any further yammering from me, here’s Leah.
My 4-year-old daughter slipped into the shimmering dress-up gown and twirled. “I’m beautiful! Mom, am I beautiful?” she asked.
I am so excited I could die! We are off adventuring to Las Vegas (which is NOT the exciting part for me!) to visit my parents (which IS the exciting part).
They left to serve as missionaries about 6 months ago and we haven’t seen them since. Now normally, I could probably go 6 months without seeing them and survive, but this time, I had a baby that they haven’t met! And they need to before he turns into a kid. They will be gone until July so if they are going to get to see him as a squishy little baby instead of a mischievous crawling kid, I need to take him down.
I used to dream about growing up and getting married. In my young mind, one day I’d meet this amazing, handsome man and we’d get married and have children and live in a nice little house in a nice little town and be happy. And that was about all the depth of thought I put into it. I thought I would stumble into this happy life. Turns out, happy marriages and happy families and happy lives have to be grown. Growing a happy marriage takes work, just like growing a garden. (And if you don’t think I know about how much work that takes, give this post a read!)
I recently read this post about how bloggers set unrealistic expectations for wives and mothers in much the same way the pornography industry does, except we do it to the minds of women while typically porn is targeted toward men.
Literally, right after closing it, I saw a blog post about how a woman went 366 days without duplicating her outfit. (I won’t link it because I’m not trying to bash her or her blog. I am a blogger and know it’s hard enough without everyone picking on you.) I don’t have enough clothes to make it 30 days if I started wearing t-shirts over pajamas!
This was originally a guest post over at Love, Life, Laugh, Motherhood. I am about to embark on my second potty training excursion and thought I’d repost it here in honor of the dreaded feat. Did I mention, I hate potty training?
Today I wanted to share with you my very biggest fear going into Motherhood and how I managed to jump that hurdle. Potty Training. Yikes. Still makes me a little nervous just saying the words! It’s been over a year since I first started potty training my first child and I would say we’ve finally arrived. He can now completely take himself #1 without me even having to even know that he “has to go.” It’s amazing. #2 is another story…
Parenting is no picnic. But total strangers seem to think you want their potato salad.
I’m about to go on a rant. You’ve been warned.
What is wrong with our world?
Do you know what it was like for our parents to raise us? Or their parent’s to raise them? Or their parents to raise them? And back and back and back since the dawn of time?! Ok, so, neither do I back that far…but the point is, for all of recent history, parenting has been the big gig.
It was the whole point of existing.
So I am a little bit of an obsessive saver. You can read all about my budget here. I love to watch those categories fill up! But before I had my budget in place, I used to ask myself one simple question when I wanted to spend money. And most usually, this question kept me from buying things I didn’t really want or need. It also helped me get an idea of “buy prices” for things I did need. Asking this question undoubtedly helped me save money:
“How much time does ____ cost?”
You might have read that and gone, “Huh?” Allow me to explain.
Since having baby #3, I’ve realized that our bodies are incredible. Actually, I realized that as a first time mom, but now I realize how incredibly adaptable they are! My birth experiences have changed with each child but the biggest differences I’ve noticed are the after effects – healing, milk production, etc. Things have definitely been different with each of my sons, some for the better, some for the worse. For those of you that are a first time mom, read on to find out what you may have to look forward to with subsequent babies. For the rest of you, let me know how you relate.