Category Archives: Kids

Baby Black Beard

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I believe I met Baby Black Beard tonight. She is about two and a half feet tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a black mustache and beard! Don’t believe me? Here is my proof!

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No, we did not feed her mud! She happened to have her first taste of black beans tonight. Nobody was impressed but Candice. She even went for seconds! Wanna see what she thought about the bowl I served her in?

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Doesn’t she look satisfied and about to pop?

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This concludes the story of how I became acquainted with Baby Black Beard. Stay tuned for the story of Baby Clean Face. 🙂

Miracle Diaper Rash Remedy

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Several years ago, in a desperate mission to comfort the burn of my infant’s bottom, I did an internet search and found the best solution for diaper rash that I have found yet. First let me clarify that the type of rash she had was a yeast rash from teething. The doctor usually prescribes Nystatin for it, but it doesn’t seem to work for my little ones.

Candice is now cutting molars and seems to be miserable at both ends. Because my children have fair and sensitive skin, it doesn’t take much to cause a rash. I put this mix on her red and raw bottom last night, and the redness was improved by at least 50% this morning!

Here are the instructions for the (not so) “secret” formula:

  1. Clean the diaper area, preferably with a warm wash cloth (wipes can burn).
  2. Place a diaper under the child.
  3. Spread Desitin on the rash until you have a medium thick layer.
  4. Sprinkle baby powder on top of the Desitin and mix it with the Desitin with your finger
  5. Spread a thin layer of Vaseline on top of the powder and mix it in.
  6. Wipe the remaining goop off your finger onto the clean diaper.
  7. Close the diaper and dress as usual.

Now, after you get this on your child, you will think your child should be walking funny with all that goop on his bottom, but believe me, he’ll be much more comfortable by morning. You can use this mix any time of the day, but I see the best results over night.

I would show pictures to prove my point, but I don’t guess that would be appropriate, huh? Not to mention the fact that I didn’t take any! 🙂 Oh well, you’ll just have to take my word for it, or better yet, try it yourself…I mean on your child….that is, if you happen to have a child in the diaper age range. 😐

Picker Slapper

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While listening to Peter read today, I was shocked when he suddenly slapped his own hand.

Me: Peter, why did you slap yourself?
Peter: I picked my nose. Daddy told me to slap my hand every time I pick my nose.
Me: (speechless and trying to hold back laughter)
Peter: I pick my nose a lot, so I slap myself a lot.

When he cracked a smile, I could no longer hide it, and we all burst into laughter. Where does that little boy come up with this stuff? And this from Mister I’m Not a Clown!

My Little Clown

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Peter has always been my little clown. It is almost like silliness wells up within him, and he just can’t contain it!

At the library several months ago, Peter was making faces at some high school girls. When they started laughing and pointing, he hid behind a book shelf! When I asked him why he was hiding, the conversation went like this:

Peter: Those girls are laughing at me.
Me: Were you making faces at them?
Peter: Yes.
Me: Didn’t  you make faces at them so they would laugh at you?
Peter: Yes, but now they will think I’m a clown.
Me: Don’t you like being a clown?
Peter: No.
Me: Why not?
Peter: Because clowns have big red noses!

We have had several discussions about clowns and how it isn’t true that ALL clowns have red noses, but he is convinced that they all do, therefore he does NOT want to be a clown. He can’t help himself, though! He still makes faces at people in stores or on the bus, and when someone laughs at him, he is encouraged to do it even more!

A Major Change

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I have finally come to that point in my life when disorganization is actually a problem. I have been disorganized all my life. I should not have been disorganized then, but now it has the potential to ruin my life. Or at least it did.

As a stay-at-home mother of five home schooled children, who also has responsibilities at church, along with being a secretary to my work-at-home husband, I need to be able to find things.

When I was single, and even married with a few kids, I was able to maintain the disorganization. I could find anything because I remembered where I had put it. As the kids added up, things did not stay where I put them. Someone would come along and “put it away” for me. Then I was in a mess.

I discovered a few months ago that I was not satisfied with the amount of time that I was spending with my children. I tried to start spending more time with them, but because of my lack of organization, I was not able to keep up with all my responsibilities. So the time I was able to give to my children was not undivided because I had all the other “to-dos” on my mind.

This lack of quality time spent with my children was the final straw in convincing me to do something about my lack of organization. I decided to send the kids off for a visit with friends while I took care of the root of the problem.

I know that sounds backwards, but think about it like this. I could go months or even years giving them my distracted attention, or I could let them have fun at a trusted friends house while I get rid of the distraction.

While we’ve been elbow deep in organization, our kids have enjoyed a large yard to play in, rides on a four wheeler (with an adult), a birthday party complete with pizza, and a hike in the woods. (Wait a minute…I think I might be jealous!) 😀

So, which is worse? A week without any time with mom and dad, or months (or years) with only second rate attention? Which would you have preferred as a child?

I am missing my children desperately, but beginning tomorrow, I get to start spending guilt free quality time with them on a daily basis! And that makes all the missing worth it!

Stay tuned for more information on the actual nitty gritty work that we did while the children were having a blast with our trusted friends!

Sing it Right

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Bethany (singing): Bring back, bring back. Oh bring back my body to me, to me. Bring back, bring back. Oh bring back my body to me.

Phillip: Why do you say “body” instead of “bunny”?