sadly, the wonder woman diaries is no longer:( rachel is simplifying her life before her new little girl comes in january (read more here about rachel's good-bye) but you can still find her over at A Serene Life.we will miss blogging with her!
hannah and i just couldn't continue being wonder women without our third partner in crime, so we created a new blog, with a new look, but a similar vibe to WWD.
han and i will continue to write about our every day lives and will focus a little more on one of our favorite hobbies...junking! it sounds intimidating and down right strange, but it's actually turned into a slight obsession, really:)
without further adieu, please head on over to www.therusticjade.blogspot.com and start following our junking escapades! bookmark it, put it in your favorites, add it to your google reader...join us at The Rustic Jade!
xoxo,
maggie
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10.02.2011
9.22.2011
birth story - part four
read birth story parts one, two and three.
update: i added a few photos after digging through disks and disks, i found the right ones:)
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brandon decided to try to get some rest in the super comfortable hospital chair they provided for him, while my mom took over "coaching duty". i remember leaning over the counter and just praying that the hard part was almost over. i wasn't ready to give in yet, but i was getting more and more tired as the night drug on. i mean, they don't call it labor for nothing:)
the nurse came in to check my progress for the first time since 11pm when i was at four centimeters dilated. it was 4am by this time and i had jumped up to 8 centimeters dilated. good news, folks! i was happy to hear that i had made progress. there were too many horror stories rolling around in my brain of women who have regressed during labor. right after the nurse said "8 centimeters" brandon leaped out of the chair in a half awake daze and exclaimed, "8 centimeters?!" like he didn't believe it would happen this fast.
i started to feel like i had to go to the bathroom (number one:)). i really hadn't gone in a few hours which is an unruly amount of time in the world of a pregnant person. i think by the way i was acting, coupled with how far along in my labor i was, the nurse was weary of letting me sit down to use the bathroom. i recall her saying, "i've only had to deliver two babies over the toilet and yours is not going to be my third." which grossed me out entirely, like i was one of those teenage girls on prom night who have their babies in a high school bathroom stall. ew.
my bathroom feeling proved to be right and things went quickly after this. carolyn had rotated with my mom and was now in our room. somehow i had made it from the bathroom to the bed. at this point in my labor, things moved so fast that everything is hazy. it was so surreal. i literally felt like i have having an out of body experience. carolyn later told me that the nurse seemed all calm and collected, until she checked my progress and i was at 10 centimeters and i really needed to push. it was go time! except no one was ready since things moved so fast. the nurse kept telling me not to push yet, but there was no controlling it. my water broke right then, while i was suffering through contractions and literally trying to hold my baby in. um...that wasn't fun. the nurse got on the phone and called my doctor in a huge hurry. brandon was on my left and carolyn was on my right and all of a sudden, there were eight other strangers in the room. i knew i was close at this point.
my sister, my husband, the nurse and the doctor were all so encouraging. brandon was a calming presence and would hold my hand and help me breathe. carolyn was right by my face and would say things like, "you're almost there....you're doing so good". the nurse and Dr.Lines were both calm and peaceful, but efficient. i remember almost pleading with Dr. Lines "am I almost done?" and she smiled and said, "almost done" in her matter of fact doctor voice. three pushes and 19 minutes later, at 5:04 am, we welcomed our beautiful Peyton Jane into the world! it was an experience like nothing i have ever had. they took her over to the corner of the room to weigh her and wrap her up, and i waited anxiously to see her little face. i was freezing and shivering, so someone brought me a warm blanket. thankfully, carolyn had her camera with her (i have no clue where mine was hiding the whole time...maybe in the pocket of my bag with all the loofahs??) and was able to catch the very first shots of our little princess. these pictures were taken ever before i saw her.
it seemed like forever (but actually it was about three minutes) before they brought her to me and was able to kiss her tiny face. she had the sweetest little pout and the chubbiest cheeks. brandon and i just stared and stared at her in disbelief. we did this? she's ours? we have a child?
brandon laughed that she was born on 9/19/09, because he cannot remember dates to save his life, so she made it easy for him. my mom, jenny and carolyn all came back into the room and just marveled at how much she looked like brandon.
carolyn had been updating a few of my close friends via text throughout the night and sent out the last text that she was here. "blue eyes, blonde hair and beautiful" were her exact words. we were all so tired, but i wanted nothing to do with sleep. i just wanted to stare at her. brandon became the master swaddler, but that little monkey would worm her tiny, little arms out the top of the blanket every time. she still hates to have her arms trapped:)
our lives changed dramatically the minute that little girl was conceived. i carried her for nine long months, wondering whose eyes she would have, or what color hair God would give her. i would sit and dream about who she would look like and what she would become some day. on september 19, 2009, she came into my life and shook it to the core. i never knew i could love someone so much. i think that every day.
xoxo,
maggie
update: i added a few photos after digging through disks and disks, i found the right ones:)
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brandon decided to try to get some rest in the super comfortable hospital chair they provided for him, while my mom took over "coaching duty". i remember leaning over the counter and just praying that the hard part was almost over. i wasn't ready to give in yet, but i was getting more and more tired as the night drug on. i mean, they don't call it labor for nothing:)
the nurse came in to check my progress for the first time since 11pm when i was at four centimeters dilated. it was 4am by this time and i had jumped up to 8 centimeters dilated. good news, folks! i was happy to hear that i had made progress. there were too many horror stories rolling around in my brain of women who have regressed during labor. right after the nurse said "8 centimeters" brandon leaped out of the chair in a half awake daze and exclaimed, "8 centimeters?!" like he didn't believe it would happen this fast.
i started to feel like i had to go to the bathroom (number one:)). i really hadn't gone in a few hours which is an unruly amount of time in the world of a pregnant person. i think by the way i was acting, coupled with how far along in my labor i was, the nurse was weary of letting me sit down to use the bathroom. i recall her saying, "i've only had to deliver two babies over the toilet and yours is not going to be my third." which grossed me out entirely, like i was one of those teenage girls on prom night who have their babies in a high school bathroom stall. ew.
my bathroom feeling proved to be right and things went quickly after this. carolyn had rotated with my mom and was now in our room. somehow i had made it from the bathroom to the bed. at this point in my labor, things moved so fast that everything is hazy. it was so surreal. i literally felt like i have having an out of body experience. carolyn later told me that the nurse seemed all calm and collected, until she checked my progress and i was at 10 centimeters and i really needed to push. it was go time! except no one was ready since things moved so fast. the nurse kept telling me not to push yet, but there was no controlling it. my water broke right then, while i was suffering through contractions and literally trying to hold my baby in. um...that wasn't fun. the nurse got on the phone and called my doctor in a huge hurry. brandon was on my left and carolyn was on my right and all of a sudden, there were eight other strangers in the room. i knew i was close at this point.
my sister, my husband, the nurse and the doctor were all so encouraging. brandon was a calming presence and would hold my hand and help me breathe. carolyn was right by my face and would say things like, "you're almost there....you're doing so good". the nurse and Dr.Lines were both calm and peaceful, but efficient. i remember almost pleading with Dr. Lines "am I almost done?" and she smiled and said, "almost done" in her matter of fact doctor voice. three pushes and 19 minutes later, at 5:04 am, we welcomed our beautiful Peyton Jane into the world! it was an experience like nothing i have ever had. they took her over to the corner of the room to weigh her and wrap her up, and i waited anxiously to see her little face. i was freezing and shivering, so someone brought me a warm blanket. thankfully, carolyn had her camera with her (i have no clue where mine was hiding the whole time...maybe in the pocket of my bag with all the loofahs??) and was able to catch the very first shots of our little princess. these pictures were taken ever before i saw her.
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| first breaths of life. |
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| our first picture together. |
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| holding on to daddy's shirt. already her protector:) |
brandon laughed that she was born on 9/19/09, because he cannot remember dates to save his life, so she made it easy for him. my mom, jenny and carolyn all came back into the room and just marveled at how much she looked like brandon.
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| the marvelers. (a dark room, sans flash = poor quality photo...but the moment was captured, nonetheless!) |
our lives changed dramatically the minute that little girl was conceived. i carried her for nine long months, wondering whose eyes she would have, or what color hair God would give her. i would sit and dream about who she would look like and what she would become some day. on september 19, 2009, she came into my life and shook it to the core. i never knew i could love someone so much. i think that every day.
xoxo,
maggie
9.21.2011
birth story - part three
following the jalapeno episode, i was exhausted. i had no idea what time it was and didn't want to know. i instructed brandon not to tell me, because i didn't want to feel discouraged if it was earlier than i thought. in my head, it felt like only a few hours had gone by, but in actuality, it was about 3 am, which is why i didn't want to know the time.
my mom and sister had gotten to the hospital about an hour after we did, and brandon's mom got there shortly after them. i knew that i wanted to include these women in my labor experience, but had no idea how or what they would be doing. my memory comes and goes with details, but what i do remember is how amazing my husband was, once he got his footing.
immediately after getting to the hospital, brandon was annoyingly chatty. asking me questions and talking non- stop. he was obviously nervous and even a little a frustrated at the fact that he couldn't do anything. during contractions, that last thing i wanted to do was answer a slew of questions being thrown at me. at one point, mid question, i just had say "shhhhhhhhhhh" until he stopped. it was until he asked, "what do you want me to do" for the 17th time, that i had to say, "just. SHUT. UP." and then he got it. it was like something clicked in his brain and he figured out his role. one by one, he would shuttle my mom in and my sister out. and then send carolyn back to waiting room, to send jenny in to help. i really only needed one other person in the room and brandon deemed himself the "task manager." he was the one who would delegate each responsibility. he made sure to tell each person helping that i wanted it quiet. he showed them what part of my back where i needed the heating pad. he had a purpose and was in control of it. he's always been a leader and this was the perfect way for him to help, but also remain sane. it worked out great for everyone.
i am so thankful for carolyn, jenny and my mom, who spent their night helping and supporting me, while we all waited to meet our sweet, little girl.
i am most thankful for brandon. it was a bit rocky in the beginning, but you figured out your role and you were an amazing coach and partner. this was our first time at this and neither of us knew what we were doing, but together, we made it through. that night, you proved just how strong you become in times of high stress. it's no wonder you were such a good Marine:) i love you so much!
throughout my pregnancy, the thing i was looking most forward to at the hospital was the jetted tub. the house that we were renting at the time only had a shower, and i am definitely a bath person. so into the tub i went. brandon sat on the floor next to me and held my hand through contractions. i enjoyed the tub, but at this point in my labor, all i really wanted to do was to MOVE. walk, sway, breathe became my mantra.
walk...sway...breathe....
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stay tuned for the big moment:)
my mom and sister had gotten to the hospital about an hour after we did, and brandon's mom got there shortly after them. i knew that i wanted to include these women in my labor experience, but had no idea how or what they would be doing. my memory comes and goes with details, but what i do remember is how amazing my husband was, once he got his footing.
immediately after getting to the hospital, brandon was annoyingly chatty. asking me questions and talking non- stop. he was obviously nervous and even a little a frustrated at the fact that he couldn't do anything. during contractions, that last thing i wanted to do was answer a slew of questions being thrown at me. at one point, mid question, i just had say "shhhhhhhhhhh" until he stopped. it was until he asked, "what do you want me to do" for the 17th time, that i had to say, "just. SHUT. UP." and then he got it. it was like something clicked in his brain and he figured out his role. one by one, he would shuttle my mom in and my sister out. and then send carolyn back to waiting room, to send jenny in to help. i really only needed one other person in the room and brandon deemed himself the "task manager." he was the one who would delegate each responsibility. he made sure to tell each person helping that i wanted it quiet. he showed them what part of my back where i needed the heating pad. he had a purpose and was in control of it. he's always been a leader and this was the perfect way for him to help, but also remain sane. it worked out great for everyone.
i am so thankful for carolyn, jenny and my mom, who spent their night helping and supporting me, while we all waited to meet our sweet, little girl.
i am most thankful for brandon. it was a bit rocky in the beginning, but you figured out your role and you were an amazing coach and partner. this was our first time at this and neither of us knew what we were doing, but together, we made it through. that night, you proved just how strong you become in times of high stress. it's no wonder you were such a good Marine:) i love you so much!
throughout my pregnancy, the thing i was looking most forward to at the hospital was the jetted tub. the house that we were renting at the time only had a shower, and i am definitely a bath person. so into the tub i went. brandon sat on the floor next to me and held my hand through contractions. i enjoyed the tub, but at this point in my labor, all i really wanted to do was to MOVE. walk, sway, breathe became my mantra.
walk...sway...breathe....
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stay tuned for the big moment:)
9.20.2011
birth story - part two
see birth story -part 1 here.
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we got home and i was exhausted from walking all over town. i sat down at the computer to mess around on facebook while brandon made me some spicy, labor inducing dinner.
since our last appointment at the hospital, i figured out what contractions actually felt like and they seemed to be happening pretty frequently at this time. they didn't hurt, but more of a tightening of my entire stomach on a semi-consistent basis.
over the next hour, the pain started to set in. about every 20 minutes, i would have a slightly painful feeling during each contraction. i quickly realized that they were becoming consistent. i told brandon, who immediately didn't believe me. other than the obvious feelings of pain i was having, i had another "feeling" too. a mother's intuition, if you will. i knew tonight was the night and i was happy, excited, terrified, nervous, anxious....just to name a few. we timed a few more and called the number that our doctor gave us. the nurse we spoke with had me lay on my left side, and gave me specific instructions to time how long each contraction was, from beginning to end, how much time in between and tally how many times the baby moved. seriously? i can barely remember my address these days....this is a lot to ask of a very frazzled, pregnant lady!
we got through the next hour and things were getting crazier by the minute. i tried to take a hot shower to ease the pain a little (since at the time, we were living in a house that didn't have a tub...ugh), but the hot water ran out on me mid-shower, so i had to get out. annoying. by this point, it was 10pm at night and we called the doctor again, since contractions were getting closer and closer. i was so thankful that Dr. Lines was on call this weekend and we were able to speak directly with her. she told us to come into the hospital at 11pm. i finished packing my over night bags, grabbed random items i thought i needed (like three different types and textures of loofahs??! what was i thinking??) and had brandon call my mom. i can't re-call much of the phone calls, probably because of some pretty painful contractions that were happening. in fact, now that i think about it, i had brandon call my friends hannah and rachel too, to fill them in, because i was at the point of "i can't talk right now....too. much. pain......".
we got inside and walked straight to the labor and delivery floor. the nurses were expecting me, since i had already spoken with Dr. Lines and they led us to the very back corner room. the biggest, renovated room on the floor! it was nice, because that was the room that i would be delivering in and staying over night in. we didn't have to schlep our 5 bags and 16 pillows to multiple rooms. phew.
after changing into the glamorous hospital wear, brandon and i just sat there and looked at each other like, "what do we do now?" the nurse came in to check my progress and i was 4 centimeters dilated. so i had b call my mom and sister, so they could get their booties up to ames. this baby is coming soon!
my next thought was my birth plan. do they know it? will it be honored? am i going to wish i never made one?? i asked the nurse (whose name i forgot and wish i remember!) and she said it was in my file and all doctors and nurses have access to it. my birth plan was simple. i wanted things to be as relaxed as possible. no lights, no noises and please, no questions. i did not want to be asked if i wanted anything for my pain. my goal was to labor as long as i could without medical interventions. i made it very clear that i would be the one to ask if i needed anything. and everyone followed it beautifully. my nurse was amazing. she was so patient, calming and helpful. she showed brandon how to rub my back, since i was having a lot of back labor too. she waited for my contraction to end before ever saying anything. she just had this calming presence that made me feel at ease. i was very thankful for her.
about an hour after getting to the hospital, i started to feel nauseated. this is pretty normal for women in labor, but i feared the worst. i had jalapeno poppers for dinner...please, God, don't let them come back up. but they did:( twice. and to this day, i still think it's one of the worst parts about my labor experience. the burning of my throat took my mind off of the sharp stabbing pain in my abdomen for a little while. and poor brandon. he was trying his hardest to help me...but i laugh now, thinking back to our conversation between heaves. he had his shirt covering his his nose and mouth and was frantically asking me if i brought any spray. no, babe. i brought enough loofahs to share with the 7th floor, but i must have forgotten my body spray. but thankfully we made it through that few minutes and i vow never to eat jalapenos while pregnant.
xoxo,
maggie
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gear up for part three...coming soon!
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we got home and i was exhausted from walking all over town. i sat down at the computer to mess around on facebook while brandon made me some spicy, labor inducing dinner.
since our last appointment at the hospital, i figured out what contractions actually felt like and they seemed to be happening pretty frequently at this time. they didn't hurt, but more of a tightening of my entire stomach on a semi-consistent basis.
over the next hour, the pain started to set in. about every 20 minutes, i would have a slightly painful feeling during each contraction. i quickly realized that they were becoming consistent. i told brandon, who immediately didn't believe me. other than the obvious feelings of pain i was having, i had another "feeling" too. a mother's intuition, if you will. i knew tonight was the night and i was happy, excited, terrified, nervous, anxious....just to name a few. we timed a few more and called the number that our doctor gave us. the nurse we spoke with had me lay on my left side, and gave me specific instructions to time how long each contraction was, from beginning to end, how much time in between and tally how many times the baby moved. seriously? i can barely remember my address these days....this is a lot to ask of a very frazzled, pregnant lady!
we got through the next hour and things were getting crazier by the minute. i tried to take a hot shower to ease the pain a little (since at the time, we were living in a house that didn't have a tub...ugh), but the hot water ran out on me mid-shower, so i had to get out. annoying. by this point, it was 10pm at night and we called the doctor again, since contractions were getting closer and closer. i was so thankful that Dr. Lines was on call this weekend and we were able to speak directly with her. she told us to come into the hospital at 11pm. i finished packing my over night bags, grabbed random items i thought i needed (like three different types and textures of loofahs??! what was i thinking??) and had brandon call my mom. i can't re-call much of the phone calls, probably because of some pretty painful contractions that were happening. in fact, now that i think about it, i had brandon call my friends hannah and rachel too, to fill them in, because i was at the point of "i can't talk right now....too. much. pain......".
i remember haphazardly cleaning up the house before we left. throwing shoes in the closet, putting dishes in the dishwasher and pausing in between to lean over the kitchen counter to breathe.
our trip to the ER was a quick 5 minute drive, thankfully. there must have been quite a few emergencies in ames that night, because out of the seven parking spots that were meant for ER patients, the first six were taken. brandon dropped me off at the door, so i didn't have to walk. but i didn't want to walk in alone, so i waited outside the door for him to park. there was a group of drunk college kids that walked past me as i stood there with my giant belly and equally giant stack of pillows. i'm pretty sure they laughed at me, but at that point, acting cool in front of some dumb ISU guys was at the bottom of my list.
our trip to the ER was a quick 5 minute drive, thankfully. there must have been quite a few emergencies in ames that night, because out of the seven parking spots that were meant for ER patients, the first six were taken. brandon dropped me off at the door, so i didn't have to walk. but i didn't want to walk in alone, so i waited outside the door for him to park. there was a group of drunk college kids that walked past me as i stood there with my giant belly and equally giant stack of pillows. i'm pretty sure they laughed at me, but at that point, acting cool in front of some dumb ISU guys was at the bottom of my list.
we got inside and walked straight to the labor and delivery floor. the nurses were expecting me, since i had already spoken with Dr. Lines and they led us to the very back corner room. the biggest, renovated room on the floor! it was nice, because that was the room that i would be delivering in and staying over night in. we didn't have to schlep our 5 bags and 16 pillows to multiple rooms. phew.
after changing into the glamorous hospital wear, brandon and i just sat there and looked at each other like, "what do we do now?" the nurse came in to check my progress and i was 4 centimeters dilated. so i had b call my mom and sister, so they could get their booties up to ames. this baby is coming soon!
my next thought was my birth plan. do they know it? will it be honored? am i going to wish i never made one?? i asked the nurse (whose name i forgot and wish i remember!) and she said it was in my file and all doctors and nurses have access to it. my birth plan was simple. i wanted things to be as relaxed as possible. no lights, no noises and please, no questions. i did not want to be asked if i wanted anything for my pain. my goal was to labor as long as i could without medical interventions. i made it very clear that i would be the one to ask if i needed anything. and everyone followed it beautifully. my nurse was amazing. she was so patient, calming and helpful. she showed brandon how to rub my back, since i was having a lot of back labor too. she waited for my contraction to end before ever saying anything. she just had this calming presence that made me feel at ease. i was very thankful for her.
about an hour after getting to the hospital, i started to feel nauseated. this is pretty normal for women in labor, but i feared the worst. i had jalapeno poppers for dinner...please, God, don't let them come back up. but they did:( twice. and to this day, i still think it's one of the worst parts about my labor experience. the burning of my throat took my mind off of the sharp stabbing pain in my abdomen for a little while. and poor brandon. he was trying his hardest to help me...but i laugh now, thinking back to our conversation between heaves. he had his shirt covering his his nose and mouth and was frantically asking me if i brought any spray. no, babe. i brought enough loofahs to share with the 7th floor, but i must have forgotten my body spray. but thankfully we made it through that few minutes and i vow never to eat jalapenos while pregnant.
xoxo,
maggie
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gear up for part three...coming soon!
9.19.2011
birth story - part one
today is my beautiful daughter's second birthday. i can't even begin to explain how much my heart bursts with love for this little girl. she has changed my life in ways that are unexplainable. for the past two years, i would occasionally think back to the week that i finally got to see her face for the first time. this birth story might be two years late, but i know in 20 years, my memory will fail me even more and i will be thankful for writing this post.
note: this story is LONG...and will have multiple parts. i may jump around a bit and it all may be complete randomness. but i am remembering every detail and writing it down for my own sake. just a warning :)
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in 2009, the third week in september was one of the longest weeks of my life. the waiting game was at an all time high. my due date was scheduled for september 17th, but....is a due date ever really right on the money? nope. and this was torture for my husband. he likes to be in control of every situation and have a plan for everything. at a moment's notice, i could go into labor and our lives would turn up side down. the countdown was down to the single digits and we were anticipating labor at any moment.
a little background: brandon was still in school at the time and working part time at diamond vogel paint store. i had been working as a supervisor at child serve and chose to work right up to my due date and even if no baby came on the 17th, i decided to start my maternity leave anyway. the plan was to take all 12 weeks off and then go back to work. that WAS the plan. unlike my military husband, i don't always like to stick to the plan:) more on that later.
months before the baby was born, i knew that i wanted to share my birthing experience with my sister, carolyn. i wasn't sure of all the details (where she would be, what she would be doing), but i knew that she needed to be there. carolyn had flown into des moines on a tuesday night and my dad drove her up to ames the next day. i cut out of work early to hang out with her as our "last time" as sisters before i became a mommy. the last month or so of my pregnancy was somewhat of a interesting time for me. i had a lot of "lasts" that i felt the need to grieve. my last christmas before i had a child. the last nap time before having a newborn to interrupt. my last date with my husband before we knew each as "mommy and daddy" and not just husband and wife. i clung to the alone time i spent with brandon as if it was my last. i would cry when he would leave to go golfing or go to work and felt sad that our "time" together was ending. i blame it all on the hormones. anyway...that wednesday, seemed like the beginning of the end of the last alone time i would get with my sister. looking back, it seems so silly, but i really had no idea how much a baby would shake up the dynamic of my life.
the plan for wednesday was to go to one of my last appointments at Doran Clinic. carolyn, brandon and i all ventured into the check up room, where they hooked me up to a machine to check for contractions.
as a first time preggo, i had no idea what the heck a contraction felt like. everyone kept asking me if i had been feeling any contractions and i would excitedly exclaim, "no! i can't feel a thing!", like it was some kind of accomplishment. little did i know that i had been having mild contractions for weeks and just thought it was the baby moving around in there. we all sat in that room, watching the numbers on the machine tell us that i was contracting. it was surreal. in brandon's head, contractions meant labor, so he was ready to hop on over to the hospital. sorry buddy, it's not that easy. my doctor told me all the signs of labor and basically told me to go home and wait. WAIT?! that's all we've been doing!! she also told me that she was on call this weekend, so if i were to go into labor, she would be able to deliver my baby. this made me all the more ready to have this baby! i trusted Dr. Lines and felt so comfortable with her. i wanted so badly to have her there with me, during one of the biggest and scariest moments of my life. i think i looked calm and collected on the outside, but my head was running a mile a minute and my emotions were on high.
so, we went home and went on the longest walk of my life. we showed carolyn our neighborhood and even drove to a new part of town, just to get a change of scenery. we had literally been on 12 walks that week
already....a new route was definitely appreciated. i remember feeling so slow compared to the non-pregnant people in the group and was struggling to keep up the whole time. a funny thing that happened during our walk, was that there was a little girl riding her bike with her dad down the street. they passed us and we overheard the little girl tell her dad " that girl in the blue shirt is pretty....but FAT". i just love the truth speaking mouths of children. carolyn and brandon laughed hysterically and i just sulked. we made our way home to start dinner and possibly one of my last meals before i give birth. again with my never ending feeling of "lasts". brandon made parmasan crusted salmon and it was delicious. we all sat around the table and joked that it could be my last meal while my baby was on the the inside. following the meal, i insisted on getting gelato. in the car ride over, brandon called his mom and made her think that we were at the hospital. he loves to tease his mom and he had been doing the same joke for the past 3 weeks. jenny got her hopes up EVERY time:)
the next day, my due date came and went. it was my last day at work and i went out the lunch to panera with my boss. i remember her telling me how quick and easy her labor was and i just sat there praying i would have a similar experience. i headed home, feeling weird that my maternity leave had started, and my baby was no where in sight. i think we had a fire in the fire pit that night and just sat around waiting. carolyn filled me in on some natural ways to jump start labor, such as taking a shot of castor oil, but i opted to not take it to such extremities yet:) the last thing i wanted was a bad case of diarrhea and still no baby.
friday, september 18th. brandon skipped his classes, and my mom came up to ames to take everyone out to lunch. i picked our favorite restaurant, the cafe, and ordered the mac and cheese, which was amazing. we sat in a booth by the bar and my baby belly was so big, i could barely squeeze in! after lunch, brandon drove us around ames and tried to find the bumpiest roads in the city to drive down. he was determined to meet this baby and would go to great lengths to do so! mom and carolyn decided to go back home to des moines to wait untilbaby peyton made her move. little did they know...they'd be driving back up to ames later that night!
to pass the afternoon, brandon and i took ANOTHER walk. we walked/waddled toward down town ames to pick up some groceries to make dinner. brandon had the great idea to make jalapeno poppers for me for dinner. he was definitely bound and determined to jump start my labor...even at the expense of all my taste buds:)
stick around this week to hear more of the story....the jalapeno poppers might be back in the story later:)
note: this story is LONG...and will have multiple parts. i may jump around a bit and it all may be complete randomness. but i am remembering every detail and writing it down for my own sake. just a warning :)
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in 2009, the third week in september was one of the longest weeks of my life. the waiting game was at an all time high. my due date was scheduled for september 17th, but....is a due date ever really right on the money? nope. and this was torture for my husband. he likes to be in control of every situation and have a plan for everything. at a moment's notice, i could go into labor and our lives would turn up side down. the countdown was down to the single digits and we were anticipating labor at any moment.
a little background: brandon was still in school at the time and working part time at diamond vogel paint store. i had been working as a supervisor at child serve and chose to work right up to my due date and even if no baby came on the 17th, i decided to start my maternity leave anyway. the plan was to take all 12 weeks off and then go back to work. that WAS the plan. unlike my military husband, i don't always like to stick to the plan:) more on that later.
months before the baby was born, i knew that i wanted to share my birthing experience with my sister, carolyn. i wasn't sure of all the details (where she would be, what she would be doing), but i knew that she needed to be there. carolyn had flown into des moines on a tuesday night and my dad drove her up to ames the next day. i cut out of work early to hang out with her as our "last time" as sisters before i became a mommy. the last month or so of my pregnancy was somewhat of a interesting time for me. i had a lot of "lasts" that i felt the need to grieve. my last christmas before i had a child. the last nap time before having a newborn to interrupt. my last date with my husband before we knew each as "mommy and daddy" and not just husband and wife. i clung to the alone time i spent with brandon as if it was my last. i would cry when he would leave to go golfing or go to work and felt sad that our "time" together was ending. i blame it all on the hormones. anyway...that wednesday, seemed like the beginning of the end of the last alone time i would get with my sister. looking back, it seems so silly, but i really had no idea how much a baby would shake up the dynamic of my life.
the plan for wednesday was to go to one of my last appointments at Doran Clinic. carolyn, brandon and i all ventured into the check up room, where they hooked me up to a machine to check for contractions.
as a first time preggo, i had no idea what the heck a contraction felt like. everyone kept asking me if i had been feeling any contractions and i would excitedly exclaim, "no! i can't feel a thing!", like it was some kind of accomplishment. little did i know that i had been having mild contractions for weeks and just thought it was the baby moving around in there. we all sat in that room, watching the numbers on the machine tell us that i was contracting. it was surreal. in brandon's head, contractions meant labor, so he was ready to hop on over to the hospital. sorry buddy, it's not that easy. my doctor told me all the signs of labor and basically told me to go home and wait. WAIT?! that's all we've been doing!! she also told me that she was on call this weekend, so if i were to go into labor, she would be able to deliver my baby. this made me all the more ready to have this baby! i trusted Dr. Lines and felt so comfortable with her. i wanted so badly to have her there with me, during one of the biggest and scariest moments of my life. i think i looked calm and collected on the outside, but my head was running a mile a minute and my emotions were on high.
so, we went home and went on the longest walk of my life. we showed carolyn our neighborhood and even drove to a new part of town, just to get a change of scenery. we had literally been on 12 walks that week
already....a new route was definitely appreciated. i remember feeling so slow compared to the non-pregnant people in the group and was struggling to keep up the whole time. a funny thing that happened during our walk, was that there was a little girl riding her bike with her dad down the street. they passed us and we overheard the little girl tell her dad " that girl in the blue shirt is pretty....but FAT". i just love the truth speaking mouths of children. carolyn and brandon laughed hysterically and i just sulked. we made our way home to start dinner and possibly one of my last meals before i give birth. again with my never ending feeling of "lasts". brandon made parmasan crusted salmon and it was delicious. we all sat around the table and joked that it could be my last meal while my baby was on the the inside. following the meal, i insisted on getting gelato. in the car ride over, brandon called his mom and made her think that we were at the hospital. he loves to tease his mom and he had been doing the same joke for the past 3 weeks. jenny got her hopes up EVERY time:)
the next day, my due date came and went. it was my last day at work and i went out the lunch to panera with my boss. i remember her telling me how quick and easy her labor was and i just sat there praying i would have a similar experience. i headed home, feeling weird that my maternity leave had started, and my baby was no where in sight. i think we had a fire in the fire pit that night and just sat around waiting. carolyn filled me in on some natural ways to jump start labor, such as taking a shot of castor oil, but i opted to not take it to such extremities yet:) the last thing i wanted was a bad case of diarrhea and still no baby.
friday, september 18th. brandon skipped his classes, and my mom came up to ames to take everyone out to lunch. i picked our favorite restaurant, the cafe, and ordered the mac and cheese, which was amazing. we sat in a booth by the bar and my baby belly was so big, i could barely squeeze in! after lunch, brandon drove us around ames and tried to find the bumpiest roads in the city to drive down. he was determined to meet this baby and would go to great lengths to do so! mom and carolyn decided to go back home to des moines to wait untilbaby peyton made her move. little did they know...they'd be driving back up to ames later that night!
to pass the afternoon, brandon and i took ANOTHER walk. we walked/waddled toward down town ames to pick up some groceries to make dinner. brandon had the great idea to make jalapeno poppers for me for dinner. he was definitely bound and determined to jump start my labor...even at the expense of all my taste buds:)
stick around this week to hear more of the story....the jalapeno poppers might be back in the story later:)
8.18.2011
stripes!
just a quick blog post about my latest project (or at least one of them...).
peyton's room got overhauled! my mom had some days off work and we got to work. this probably could have been done in an afternoon, but, you see, i have a child care....enough said.
and again, i forgot to take a "before" picture. which i also blame on having a child care:) my head spins daily and i just don't remember small details. but just picture the faintest color of mint green and that was on peyton's walls. just a blah color in general. we jazzed it up with some happy green paint and a stripped wall. i love it!
this is an "in "progress" photo, if you couldn't tell, since there's barely any furniture in there. i'm hoping to get some more things up on the walls,as well as a shelf for "cute, but breakable" items so littles can't reach.
thanks to my mama for all the tedious trim painting and to my dad for his perfect taping skills! they made a great team. i might need to hire them more often:)
gotta go sneak in some lunch while i can!
xoxo,
maggie
peyton's room got overhauled! my mom had some days off work and we got to work. this probably could have been done in an afternoon, but, you see, i have a child care....enough said.
and again, i forgot to take a "before" picture. which i also blame on having a child care:) my head spins daily and i just don't remember small details. but just picture the faintest color of mint green and that was on peyton's walls. just a blah color in general. we jazzed it up with some happy green paint and a stripped wall. i love it!
this is an "in "progress" photo, if you couldn't tell, since there's barely any furniture in there. i'm hoping to get some more things up on the walls,as well as a shelf for "cute, but breakable" items so littles can't reach.
thanks to my mama for all the tedious trim painting and to my dad for his perfect taping skills! they made a great team. i might need to hire them more often:)
gotta go sneak in some lunch while i can!
xoxo,
maggie
8.10.2011
transgendered.
remember this little guy? all masculine, dark and rough around the edges.
well, he got a few procedures and has now made a transformation to a woman. she's gorgeous now! amazing what a little upgrading can do:)
this was one of my estate sale finds from when hannah and i hit up newton. a little paint here and some staple gun-ing there and she's a BEAUT!
my original plan was to use this for my desk chair, but since i failed to measure (surprise, surprise....) i got it home and found that it didn't fit. bummer. i refinished it anyway and now i'm just trying to figure out where her new home will be.
any ideas??
well, he got a few procedures and has now made a transformation to a woman. she's gorgeous now! amazing what a little upgrading can do:)
this was one of my estate sale finds from when hannah and i hit up newton. a little paint here and some staple gun-ing there and she's a BEAUT!
my original plan was to use this for my desk chair, but since i failed to measure (surprise, surprise....) i got it home and found that it didn't fit. bummer. i refinished it anyway and now i'm just trying to figure out where her new home will be.
any ideas??
8.03.2011
wonder woman, i am not.
so we call ourselves wonder women. but lately, i have not been feeling very wonder woman-ish. if i were her, my house would be spotless, the fridge would be full and my appearance would be that of a super model. okay....i will never be 6 feet tall, but you get what i'm saying. my fridge is not only consistently empty, but it leaks, my house seems to mysteriously create it's own messes and my appearance....well, let's just say deodorant is about it these days. pew. wonder woman would just shake her head and take away my title.
i may have mentioned in past posts that i am an in-home child care provider for a few other children. up until last week, i cared for a 10 month old, an 18 month old and my own 20 month old. i just added a 2 month old baby girl to the bunch last week, which sort of explains my lack of posts. tuesday night is my usual night to write a post and last tuesday was my first day with all four kids to wrangle. by the time tuesday night rolled around, my energy level had stooped to a new low. therefore, no blog post was to be written.
but it's amazing what a week will do! i have a routine down and i'm rockin' it! God has given me the grace and patience to take care of four kids under the age of two AND still maintain my sanity. give me a baby wrap, two bottles, three high chairs and a little john mayer on itunes and i feel peace:)
i love being at home with my sweet girl and doing child care has allowed that. the kids that i care for are all so great and i am thankful for each one of them. never in a million years did i imagine myself doing this job. as a new mom, i was overwhelmed. many days it was difficult to care for just my own child. i look back on those days and want to a) laugh and b) yell at my past self, "take a shower while you still can!!!"
day by day, i am embracing new challenges and exhibiting new routines. i change at least 10 poopy diapers a day and i'm proud to still proclaim that i love my job:) come to think of it, just disregard that first paragraph up there. i may not carry a rope or wear a red and blue skimpy outfit, but there is definitely some wonder woman in me.
i may have mentioned in past posts that i am an in-home child care provider for a few other children. up until last week, i cared for a 10 month old, an 18 month old and my own 20 month old. i just added a 2 month old baby girl to the bunch last week, which sort of explains my lack of posts. tuesday night is my usual night to write a post and last tuesday was my first day with all four kids to wrangle. by the time tuesday night rolled around, my energy level had stooped to a new low. therefore, no blog post was to be written.
but it's amazing what a week will do! i have a routine down and i'm rockin' it! God has given me the grace and patience to take care of four kids under the age of two AND still maintain my sanity. give me a baby wrap, two bottles, three high chairs and a little john mayer on itunes and i feel peace:)
i love being at home with my sweet girl and doing child care has allowed that. the kids that i care for are all so great and i am thankful for each one of them. never in a million years did i imagine myself doing this job. as a new mom, i was overwhelmed. many days it was difficult to care for just my own child. i look back on those days and want to a) laugh and b) yell at my past self, "take a shower while you still can!!!"
day by day, i am embracing new challenges and exhibiting new routines. i change at least 10 poopy diapers a day and i'm proud to still proclaim that i love my job:) come to think of it, just disregard that first paragraph up there. i may not carry a rope or wear a red and blue skimpy outfit, but there is definitely some wonder woman in me.
7.20.2011
why, hello there....
...five dollar craig's list chairs.
thank you so much for finding your way into my living room. i happened upon your pictures and just knew i needed you. for five bucks a pop, what could go wrong? although slightly torn in a few places, your olive green upholstery had me at 'hello', as i am a sucker for anything green (and cheap).
your sweet, little legs have seen better days and i am still contemplating giving them a quick and easy makeover.
thank you, sweet chairs, for not bringing any unwanted insects or bugs into my home....though it was questionable at one point. your previous home lacked any sort of cleanliness, so i gave you a nice vacuum or ten and Fabreezed the heck outta ya. so far, so good.
i hope you enjoy your new life here. i promise to be good to you:)
and thank you to craig and his list. i couldn't be more addicted to that thing.
thank you so much for finding your way into my living room. i happened upon your pictures and just knew i needed you. for five bucks a pop, what could go wrong? although slightly torn in a few places, your olive green upholstery had me at 'hello', as i am a sucker for anything green (and cheap).
your sweet, little legs have seen better days and i am still contemplating giving them a quick and easy makeover.
thank you, sweet chairs, for not bringing any unwanted insects or bugs into my home....though it was questionable at one point. your previous home lacked any sort of cleanliness, so i gave you a nice vacuum or ten and Fabreezed the heck outta ya. so far, so good.
i hope you enjoy your new life here. i promise to be good to you:)
and thank you to craig and his list. i couldn't be more addicted to that thing.
7.13.2011
nacho mama
my lovely hubby and i and our sweet peyton-girl took a little walk to the nearest hy-vee last week in hopes of creating the world's most delicious nachos. and delicious they were. we hit it out of the park...these babies were too good not to share. check this out:
we spread out some santitas corn chips (thanks for the recommendation, IGE!) on the bottom of the pan, then smothered the chips in shredded Fontina cheese. this cheese is a little on the pricey side, but, oh, so creamy and worth the extra money. next up was some chopped red onion, some jalapenos and some fresh cilantro. the last ingredient is the kicker. we layered some thinly sliced pieces of capicola over the top. capicola is spicey, italian ham that brandon and i used in a recipe one time and fell in love. we like to use it in pasta dishes and on pizza too...and now, nachos!
while baking (at 425 degrees), i whipped up some simple and fresh guacamole:
-one avacado
-the juice from half a lime
-one or two cloves of garlic (you decide....garlic breath never hurt anyone, right?)
-salt to taste
mash it all together and test it with a few chips....delish! my sister showed me how to make guac this way five years ago during my three week stay in costa rica. i swear that it never tastes as good as it did during that vacation. everything tastes better in costa rica, i guess....except for the cheese....don't eat the cheese.
try this recipe. it's quick and easy and perfect for friday nights in front of the tube. you won't regret it!
we spread out some santitas corn chips (thanks for the recommendation, IGE!) on the bottom of the pan, then smothered the chips in shredded Fontina cheese. this cheese is a little on the pricey side, but, oh, so creamy and worth the extra money. next up was some chopped red onion, some jalapenos and some fresh cilantro. the last ingredient is the kicker. we layered some thinly sliced pieces of capicola over the top. capicola is spicey, italian ham that brandon and i used in a recipe one time and fell in love. we like to use it in pasta dishes and on pizza too...and now, nachos!
while baking (at 425 degrees), i whipped up some simple and fresh guacamole:
-one avacado
-the juice from half a lime
-one or two cloves of garlic (you decide....garlic breath never hurt anyone, right?)
-salt to taste
mash it all together and test it with a few chips....delish! my sister showed me how to make guac this way five years ago during my three week stay in costa rica. i swear that it never tastes as good as it did during that vacation. everything tastes better in costa rica, i guess....except for the cheese....don't eat the cheese.
try this recipe. it's quick and easy and perfect for friday nights in front of the tube. you won't regret it!
6.29.2011
you guessed it...delicious deals!
so i was going to take a break from my weekly estate sale brags, but since hannah posted on our weekend adventure, i had to follow up and show the world my treasures.
i think i could go to these sales everyday....but my problem is saying "no". the voice of logic whispers, "maggie....walk away from the vintage glass and put down that hideous, but potential-laden gold picture frame." but that other voice seems to win the majority of the time. at least it has lately. BUT. just because it's 50 cents doesn't mean it worth taking up space in our garage. i have promised my sweet and understanding hubby that i will stop buying for a while:) besides, i have some projects to start on!
here is what came home with me:
this sweet, little chair. i take that back....sweet, but not little. this thing weighed a ton. made of solid wood and screaming to be recovered. it was mine for $10. i wanted to find a lone chair to put with the desk i am currently upgrading (more on that later). but i got it home only to find that it was too wide to slide in under the desk....poo. i'm gonna work with it though. my mom suggested putting it in our bedroom in the corner, as a place to sit and put on shoes, etc. i like that idea, mom, but i thought you knew me..... that poor chair would end up buried in clothes within a day. i didn't inheirit your tidiness gene:)
next up--a vintage piece of clothing! my very first:) lucile (the woman whose estate we were raiding through) had some style! or at least hannah and i thought she did. while hannah was digging through her jewelry, i was in her closet, where i found this number! i was definitely bummed that her feet were half the size of mine, because she had some fancy shoes. can you imagine?? i never, in all my 25 years, thought i would be sharing a wardrobe with a senior citizen. and a deceased one, at that! man, my tastes have changed...what has happened?!
(side note: this post has made it sound like han and i were some kind of crazy scavengers. i promise you, we kept it classy.)
this would be my third of the table set that rachel, hannah and i split. i am going to keep it "as is" for now, until i decide what color to paint it. it might just grow on me and stay the way it is forever, you never know.
another table that needs some new (not metallic) paint. i might spruce it up a little and sell it. any takers?
my "gold" treasures of the day. lucile liked to decorate in gold, from what i gathered.
you saw hannah's keys in her post and this is mine. haven't shown it to brandon yet, and it might just remain my secret for a while:) i don't know if he would see my vision, so i will have to "wow" him with the final product someday. i love the idea of this in a picture frame collage.
this is a detailed, wooden plate. in all honesty, i have no idea what i am going to use it for. that's whats so great about it! i might put it on my dresser, to hold some jewels, or i may hang it on the wall. who knows?
this golden, decorative accent piece (what in the heck do you call that thing??) was for my mama. i'm gonna spray paint it black for her, since she's been looking for something to hang above some pictures. she came over at 6:50am to hang out with peyton for the morning, so it was the least i could do. thanks, mom!
super stoked about my new frames. i am planning a photo collage wall so i'm going to instill some help from rachel, the photo collage queen:) she knows balance so well and it comes to naturally to her. plus, it's always good to have a second opinion.
hannah had some jewelry that was similar to something that she already owned, so she gave this to me. thanks, han:) you know i'm a sucker for green! there are so many ways to wear this string of beads, but i opted for the knotted look.
my world market bowl. $1. i like to accent in orange, so this was perfect. plus, it would have been $14.99 at world market...yay for cute and cheap!
orange jar. i'm not sure the brand name on this, but it was part of the many pieces of a glasswear collection. i picked this one because of it's shape, it had a lid and i knew it would look cute in my bookcase. at the sale, there were collections of glasswear in every different color. it was like candy! i honestly don't know where it was all stored or if it was even used?! it's a good thing that kind of thing doesn't temp me (not really my taste), or else i'd be keeping a few more secrets from my hubby:)
i forgot to take pictures of two old cigar boxes (hannah suggested that they're a unique way to give a manly gift) and some small pyrex bowls (nothing exciting). my camera died, otherwise i'd snap a few right now.
so that's it! hannah and i had "too much fun" (as the lady at the sale pointed out) and we had rachel there in spirit (and via photo texts). my new obsession is taking over my garage and i have projects on the brain...i will share when i get them done!
i think i could go to these sales everyday....but my problem is saying "no". the voice of logic whispers, "maggie....walk away from the vintage glass and put down that hideous, but potential-laden gold picture frame." but that other voice seems to win the majority of the time. at least it has lately. BUT. just because it's 50 cents doesn't mean it worth taking up space in our garage. i have promised my sweet and understanding hubby that i will stop buying for a while:) besides, i have some projects to start on!
here is what came home with me:
this sweet, little chair. i take that back....sweet, but not little. this thing weighed a ton. made of solid wood and screaming to be recovered. it was mine for $10. i wanted to find a lone chair to put with the desk i am currently upgrading (more on that later). but i got it home only to find that it was too wide to slide in under the desk....poo. i'm gonna work with it though. my mom suggested putting it in our bedroom in the corner, as a place to sit and put on shoes, etc. i like that idea, mom, but i thought you knew me..... that poor chair would end up buried in clothes within a day. i didn't inheirit your tidiness gene:)
next up--a vintage piece of clothing! my very first:) lucile (the woman whose estate we were raiding through) had some style! or at least hannah and i thought she did. while hannah was digging through her jewelry, i was in her closet, where i found this number! i was definitely bummed that her feet were half the size of mine, because she had some fancy shoes. can you imagine?? i never, in all my 25 years, thought i would be sharing a wardrobe with a senior citizen. and a deceased one, at that! man, my tastes have changed...what has happened?!
(side note: this post has made it sound like han and i were some kind of crazy scavengers. i promise you, we kept it classy.)
this would be my third of the table set that rachel, hannah and i split. i am going to keep it "as is" for now, until i decide what color to paint it. it might just grow on me and stay the way it is forever, you never know.
another table that needs some new (not metallic) paint. i might spruce it up a little and sell it. any takers?
my "gold" treasures of the day. lucile liked to decorate in gold, from what i gathered.
you saw hannah's keys in her post and this is mine. haven't shown it to brandon yet, and it might just remain my secret for a while:) i don't know if he would see my vision, so i will have to "wow" him with the final product someday. i love the idea of this in a picture frame collage.
this is a detailed, wooden plate. in all honesty, i have no idea what i am going to use it for. that's whats so great about it! i might put it on my dresser, to hold some jewels, or i may hang it on the wall. who knows?
this golden, decorative accent piece (what in the heck do you call that thing??) was for my mama. i'm gonna spray paint it black for her, since she's been looking for something to hang above some pictures. she came over at 6:50am to hang out with peyton for the morning, so it was the least i could do. thanks, mom!
super stoked about my new frames. i am planning a photo collage wall so i'm going to instill some help from rachel, the photo collage queen:) she knows balance so well and it comes to naturally to her. plus, it's always good to have a second opinion.
hannah had some jewelry that was similar to something that she already owned, so she gave this to me. thanks, han:) you know i'm a sucker for green! there are so many ways to wear this string of beads, but i opted for the knotted look.
my world market bowl. $1. i like to accent in orange, so this was perfect. plus, it would have been $14.99 at world market...yay for cute and cheap!
orange jar. i'm not sure the brand name on this, but it was part of the many pieces of a glasswear collection. i picked this one because of it's shape, it had a lid and i knew it would look cute in my bookcase. at the sale, there were collections of glasswear in every different color. it was like candy! i honestly don't know where it was all stored or if it was even used?! it's a good thing that kind of thing doesn't temp me (not really my taste), or else i'd be keeping a few more secrets from my hubby:)
i forgot to take pictures of two old cigar boxes (hannah suggested that they're a unique way to give a manly gift) and some small pyrex bowls (nothing exciting). my camera died, otherwise i'd snap a few right now.
so that's it! hannah and i had "too much fun" (as the lady at the sale pointed out) and we had rachel there in spirit (and via photo texts). my new obsession is taking over my garage and i have projects on the brain...i will share when i get them done!
6.22.2011
seriously sweet deals - part 2
in continuation of last week, here are a few more delicious deals i have found from estate sales:
disclaimer: many of these items are currently living my ridiculously cluttered and messy garage. please do not judge:)
a cast iron skillet and fitted lid for $22.50. this may look pricey compared to some of the other items, but my determined hubby wasn't going to let it slip away. this was at the auction and there was one other person who was bidding against us, which explains the higher than usual price tag. brandon has been pining for a cast iron skillet for years and this was his chance...he can't wait to use it over the camp fire:)
a cute, green vase for $1. fun color, can't-beat-it price....i'll take it!
small table with "flair" for $10. this table will most likely get a makeover and will probably go to live with someone else. i've been having a hard time wanting to part with all of my furniture finds, but in order to be able to use my garage again, i have come to terms with selling a few pieces here and there. i think it's the perfect little side table to display a vase, picture frame or hold a lamp!
vintage ice cream maker for $8. this old thing came with the original recipe book from the 50's! although it's not near as cool as the crank-it-yourself ice cream maker, it comes pretty darn close. i grew up on homemade ice cream and nothing can beat it....i see lots of homemade ice cream in our future:) (plus....i can't get enough of that vintage turquoise...love!)
this already primed table (sorry for no before picture) is ready to be painted. mustard yellow is what i had in mind. it supposed to be a coffee table, but the scale wasn't right for our living room, so to the basement it goes! it's the perfect height for little people to sit at and color or eat. we got this for a whopping $4! and a matching end table was thrown into the deal ta boot! now i'm on the hunt for some little chairs....
this last item was the entire reason why we attended the estate auction in the first place. i walked into one of the bedrooms and was staring at a gorgeous four poster bed. i knew i had to have this because, not only was it pretty, it was the exact replica of the bed that i had grown up sleeping in. the twin to my childhood bed! this is extra special because my bed was passed down from generation, as it had originated from my great-grandmother's house. it was my grandmother's childhood bed and was then given to my parents. my mom and i figured that it's at least 80-90 years old, if not older. i spoke with the woman at the auction, who told me about a similar time frame of her bed. i knew that i had to get it for peyton. i love knowing that she will grow up sleeping in the same kind of bed that i did as a child. i will eventually paint it white, just like mine was when i was growing up. we paid $27.50 for this. honestly, i was ready to pay hundreds, just for the sentimental value.
i've still got more to share....look out part 3!:)
disclaimer: many of these items are currently living my ridiculously cluttered and messy garage. please do not judge:)
a cast iron skillet and fitted lid for $22.50. this may look pricey compared to some of the other items, but my determined hubby wasn't going to let it slip away. this was at the auction and there was one other person who was bidding against us, which explains the higher than usual price tag. brandon has been pining for a cast iron skillet for years and this was his chance...he can't wait to use it over the camp fire:)
a cute, green vase for $1. fun color, can't-beat-it price....i'll take it!
small table with "flair" for $10. this table will most likely get a makeover and will probably go to live with someone else. i've been having a hard time wanting to part with all of my furniture finds, but in order to be able to use my garage again, i have come to terms with selling a few pieces here and there. i think it's the perfect little side table to display a vase, picture frame or hold a lamp!
vintage ice cream maker for $8. this old thing came with the original recipe book from the 50's! although it's not near as cool as the crank-it-yourself ice cream maker, it comes pretty darn close. i grew up on homemade ice cream and nothing can beat it....i see lots of homemade ice cream in our future:) (plus....i can't get enough of that vintage turquoise...love!)
this already primed table (sorry for no before picture) is ready to be painted. mustard yellow is what i had in mind. it supposed to be a coffee table, but the scale wasn't right for our living room, so to the basement it goes! it's the perfect height for little people to sit at and color or eat. we got this for a whopping $4! and a matching end table was thrown into the deal ta boot! now i'm on the hunt for some little chairs....
this last item was the entire reason why we attended the estate auction in the first place. i walked into one of the bedrooms and was staring at a gorgeous four poster bed. i knew i had to have this because, not only was it pretty, it was the exact replica of the bed that i had grown up sleeping in. the twin to my childhood bed! this is extra special because my bed was passed down from generation, as it had originated from my great-grandmother's house. it was my grandmother's childhood bed and was then given to my parents. my mom and i figured that it's at least 80-90 years old, if not older. i spoke with the woman at the auction, who told me about a similar time frame of her bed. i knew that i had to get it for peyton. i love knowing that she will grow up sleeping in the same kind of bed that i did as a child. i will eventually paint it white, just like mine was when i was growing up. we paid $27.50 for this. honestly, i was ready to pay hundreds, just for the sentimental value.
i've still got more to share....look out part 3!:)
6.15.2011
some seriously sweet deals -part 1
brandon and i have ventured into the world of garage sale-ing. but not just any garage sales...estate sales. we hit up our second sale this past weekend and now our garage makes us look like we should be on the show Hoarders.
i have always enjoyed scoring a good deal. it's definitely in my blood and my thrifty mama has taught me well. she scours the ads for sales, looks for clearance, stocks up on coupons and never buys anything full price. there is definitely something exhilarating about saving loads of money when purchasing an item.
enter estate sales.the two that we found were in a home of an elderly person who had died and his/her children were trying to get rid of everything in the home, usually at a very fair price. although i am no estate sale connoisseur, i have a feeling that most estate sales are of similar circumstance. elderly people who have either died or need to leave their home to be better cared for elsewhere. and from our experience, senior citizens have some pretty awesome things in their home! i have a new found interest for antiques and vintage items....especially when i can find them on the cheap. makes my heart flutter:) i guess you could say i have jumped on the "vintage" bandwagon...let's face it, old is the "new" new. (does that make sense?!)
the estate sale from this past weekend was a little different. it was an auction estate sale....which is even cooler. sunday morning, i looked up "estate sales" on craigslist and this auction sale was the only one that came up for that day. it happened to be right around the corner from my parent's house and directly across the street from my elementary school. i'm sure i have driven past it millions of times. but today, i got to go in. van metre acution company, based out of marshalltown, iowa, came and auctioned off TONS of stuff. and when i say "stuff", i mean STUFF. these people were some serious collectors. i should have taken pictures...there are no words to describe. and the funny part is, the auction company had already had two previous auctions for all the other things from this home. two other auctions!?! we had walked into the "leftovers"....but those leftovers were pretty sweet.
we ended up buying so many things that i will post on this multiple times! but for starters, here is a few of the gems that we walked away with:
some cute apothecary jars for $1 total. they are so versatile and can dress up anything. any suggestions on what i should put in them?
a desk globe for $1. my brother had one of these in his room and i remember playing with it a lot as a kid. i have seen some cool things other people have done with them (like paint them with black chalkboard paint), but i may keep mine "as is" for now.
a box of various sizes of blue ball mason jars for $7. 18 jars total and all with original lids. um, these babies are in high demand right now! i have seen many different prices around town, and personally purchased some in the past. except i paid $12 for only three jars. i am still debating if i should sell them or keep them....
side story: a cute, old man at the auction saw us carrying them to the car and said, "looks like someone is going to make some jam!" ....ahh! i wanted to squeeze him:) but he did make a good point. i could always do some canning in my free time. i now have the supplies!
a mini Jaymar piano for $1. this ended up in our car without me knowing:) brandon saw it and put in a bid right away. i'd like to think he bought it for peyton, but he seems to be enjoying it just as much, if not more than peyton. i am all for music education, but this toy will soon be living in the basement, with all of it's other music making,obnoxious friends:)
a turquoise serving dish for $1. this could be used as a serving plate for food, part of decorative center piece or even mounted on the wall as part of a collage. i have currently placed it on the console table (another auction find) as a catch all plate for keys, wallets or loose change. i love that color and you can't beat that price.
a patio set for $20. crazytown! brandon and i saw this at the house and jokingly said, "hey, maybe we can bid on that..." later in the afternoon, i went to pick up peyton from my parent's house and brandon called from the auction and said, "i got everything on the deck for twenty bucks!". at this point, it was hilarious, because we had bought so many big pieces, we would need a u-haul to get everything home. five car loads later, everything was home (thanks to my dad for his giant SUV).
the great thing is, we have been talking about getting a patio set for quite a while. this was impeccable timing for upcoming summer season. plus, there was no way we could spend $500 on a new set. there are four chairs and a chaise lounge chair, (all with outdoor cushions), a small side table, a large round table and an umbrella with LED lights for some "mood" lighting at night.
and that's just a few things:) stay tuned for my next post. yes, we got a little carried away, but it was fun feeling like we were on an episode of Storage Wars (definitely watch that show...is on A &E, i think) and we couldn't pass up some of the things that were for sale. even if we didn't buy anything, an auction is an experience in and of itself. there's a constant adrenaline rush and you have to be quick on your feet (thank goodness for brandon...i am way too much of a people pleaser to bid against anyone).
brandon and i have had a blast at these sales, finding bargains and poking around in other people's things....this may be our new hobby. just call us estate sale enthusiasts:)
to all you (dare i say "old") older generation folks: do any of these vintage items look familiar? or are these items a generation beyond you? do you think i have anything that has any value? (aka, i would hate to be letting my toddler pound on a thousand dollar miniature piano.) i need some answers, all you baby boomers!
i have always enjoyed scoring a good deal. it's definitely in my blood and my thrifty mama has taught me well. she scours the ads for sales, looks for clearance, stocks up on coupons and never buys anything full price. there is definitely something exhilarating about saving loads of money when purchasing an item.
enter estate sales.the two that we found were in a home of an elderly person who had died and his/her children were trying to get rid of everything in the home, usually at a very fair price. although i am no estate sale connoisseur, i have a feeling that most estate sales are of similar circumstance. elderly people who have either died or need to leave their home to be better cared for elsewhere. and from our experience, senior citizens have some pretty awesome things in their home! i have a new found interest for antiques and vintage items....especially when i can find them on the cheap. makes my heart flutter:) i guess you could say i have jumped on the "vintage" bandwagon...let's face it, old is the "new" new. (does that make sense?!)
the estate sale from this past weekend was a little different. it was an auction estate sale....which is even cooler. sunday morning, i looked up "estate sales" on craigslist and this auction sale was the only one that came up for that day. it happened to be right around the corner from my parent's house and directly across the street from my elementary school. i'm sure i have driven past it millions of times. but today, i got to go in. van metre acution company, based out of marshalltown, iowa, came and auctioned off TONS of stuff. and when i say "stuff", i mean STUFF. these people were some serious collectors. i should have taken pictures...there are no words to describe. and the funny part is, the auction company had already had two previous auctions for all the other things from this home. two other auctions!?! we had walked into the "leftovers"....but those leftovers were pretty sweet.
we ended up buying so many things that i will post on this multiple times! but for starters, here is a few of the gems that we walked away with:
some cute apothecary jars for $1 total. they are so versatile and can dress up anything. any suggestions on what i should put in them?
a desk globe for $1. my brother had one of these in his room and i remember playing with it a lot as a kid. i have seen some cool things other people have done with them (like paint them with black chalkboard paint), but i may keep mine "as is" for now.
a box of various sizes of blue ball mason jars for $7. 18 jars total and all with original lids. um, these babies are in high demand right now! i have seen many different prices around town, and personally purchased some in the past. except i paid $12 for only three jars. i am still debating if i should sell them or keep them....
side story: a cute, old man at the auction saw us carrying them to the car and said, "looks like someone is going to make some jam!" ....ahh! i wanted to squeeze him:) but he did make a good point. i could always do some canning in my free time. i now have the supplies!
a mini Jaymar piano for $1. this ended up in our car without me knowing:) brandon saw it and put in a bid right away. i'd like to think he bought it for peyton, but he seems to be enjoying it just as much, if not more than peyton. i am all for music education, but this toy will soon be living in the basement, with all of it's other music making,
a turquoise serving dish for $1. this could be used as a serving plate for food, part of decorative center piece or even mounted on the wall as part of a collage. i have currently placed it on the console table (another auction find) as a catch all plate for keys, wallets or loose change. i love that color and you can't beat that price.
a patio set for $20. crazytown! brandon and i saw this at the house and jokingly said, "hey, maybe we can bid on that..." later in the afternoon, i went to pick up peyton from my parent's house and brandon called from the auction and said, "i got everything on the deck for twenty bucks!". at this point, it was hilarious, because we had bought so many big pieces, we would need a u-haul to get everything home. five car loads later, everything was home (thanks to my dad for his giant SUV).
the great thing is, we have been talking about getting a patio set for quite a while. this was impeccable timing for upcoming summer season. plus, there was no way we could spend $500 on a new set. there are four chairs and a chaise lounge chair, (all with outdoor cushions), a small side table, a large round table and an umbrella with LED lights for some "mood" lighting at night.
and that's just a few things:) stay tuned for my next post. yes, we got a little carried away, but it was fun feeling like we were on an episode of Storage Wars (definitely watch that show...is on A &E, i think) and we couldn't pass up some of the things that were for sale. even if we didn't buy anything, an auction is an experience in and of itself. there's a constant adrenaline rush and you have to be quick on your feet (thank goodness for brandon...i am way too much of a people pleaser to bid against anyone).
brandon and i have had a blast at these sales, finding bargains and poking around in other people's things....this may be our new hobby. just call us estate sale enthusiasts:)
to all you (dare i say "old") older generation folks: do any of these vintage items look familiar? or are these items a generation beyond you? do you think i have anything that has any value? (aka, i would hate to be letting my toddler pound on a thousand dollar miniature piano.) i need some answers, all you baby boomers!
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