Tall Mom tiny baby: August 2016


Monday, August 29, 2016

Todays blog post about my love for cold brew tea, complete with raspberry lemon mint ice cubes - has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. 
All opinions are mine alone. #TeaProudly #CollectiveBias

If you have been keeping up with me lately, you know that the Tall family and I are moving out of our home.  Between cleaning the house, getting the kids involved in the process and everything else, it's been a real trying past couple of months.  There is so much pressure to have everything perfect for potential buyers, stay positive about criticism from the realtor, and, oh, have a life with the family all at the same time.

There are times, however, that I just need to be me.  Tall Dad refers to this as "Mary-time."  And "Mary time" often requires a good drink...


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Some days are full. Full of needs and wants, so much in fact, that I feel like I have nothing left to give. It makes me think back to days of yore (aka before I had kids,) when I could call out sick from school or work. Or fake a headache, because in honesty, my head was just too full to hold anything more.

But now, with a home full of kids, and regular household stuff, bills, and life - I sometimes wish I could call my mom from the nurses office to come pick me up from school. I sometimes want a sick day. Yesterday was one of those days.

So last night, when my amazing husband came home from work, he could see on my unwashed-I-tried-to-take-a-shower-but-no-one-napped face, that I needed a break. I was full. My emotions were being pushed to the max.

He scooped up the kids after dinner, and told me to go for a drive.

So I did.


This post was sponsored by WaterWipes as part of an Ambassador Program for Influence Central. 
I received complimentary products to facilitate my review.

Those of you who are avid Tall Mom readers know how tough my son was on Tall Dad and I. Between the colic, early morning/ late night/ all day screaming sessions, and the subsequent postpartum depression I suffered from, Rhys gave us a good run for our money.  The only thing that would calm him down, and I mean ONLY thing, would be when one of us took him in our arms, and bounced on the 60" yoga ball we have.  We had to do it for hours, just to get a little peace and quiet in our tiny apartment. 

But not only would Tall Dad have to bounce on the ball, but Rhys required that he be held skin-to-skin the entire time.  It may have been annoying, but WaterWipes has put together a little video highlighting the importance of skin-to-skin contact, and why Rhys potentially preferred there be no barrier between he and his parents.  But they also back up the video with some pretty solid scientific evidence.  Here's what they have to say...


Monday, August 15, 2016

This shop has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone.#ScotchBriteSponges #CollectiveBias

Moving stinks.  There's just no way around it.  But moving with a toddler and a baby?  Well, that might just be the real reason why Dante wrote the "Inferno."  At least, that's what I think to make myself feel better at night.

They toys are endless, the clothes are overwhelming, and they are never in their homes.  Ever.  I often look around my abode and ask myself, "when the heck did we actually buy all this junk?!?" It's like Santa stopped by my house and dropped off three years worth of free freakin' samples.

But then you have to add selling and staging your home into that awful mix.  Ugh - honestly, I think  I'd rather be waterboarded.

Regardless, it's a task that must be done because people don't buy houses that are dirty, cluttered, and or overtaken by kid stuff.  Although the ultimate irony is that all of our houses look like this, but we expect a house to appear utterly perfect before we even *think* about buying it.

So, cleaning is a must.  But how do you do that with a toddler at your feet who is intent on running through your house like a tornado in a small Oklahoman town? Get him involved in the clean up of course.  Here are a few tips how...


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Today's post, which is all about selling and staging your home with a baby or toddler, 
has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. 
All opinions are, as always,  mine alone. #FreeToBe #CollectiveBias
I've officially decided that selling your home whilst taking care of children, may in fact be the worst thing on this planet. The mess is the mess. That happens. I mean, you can put toys away and figure out where all the junk goes eventually (even though this process is cumbersome and time consuming at BEST.) 

But, I sometimes think a kid's job is to make a mess of everything. Seriously...

Everything they touch, mirrors, walls, couches, whatever - there's scuff marks, food stains, hand prints, marker streaks etc. You name it, a kid has touched it and ruined it somehow. You add all of that, in addition to all the toys, the mad-dash one hour before the showing that it takes to get everything to look at least half way decent, and then interrupting meal/nap/ everything else time in their lives - and it's a huge boiling cauldron of terrible. 

But, I've become a pro at this lately and I think I have some tips to help you sell your home even if it is, the "worst thing on this planet."

Yes - everything needs to be in tip-top shape -- and sometimes at a moment's notice. To be honest, it can get really frustrating, tiresome, and discouraging. Buyers don't care if your kids nap, or one of them had an ear ache, or your babysitter called out the day before. 

They want to see your house and they want to see it ASAP. It's hard to blame them, they're excited and they got the cash to burn. So, you have to make due. But here are some steps to help you out...


Sunday, August 7, 2016

6 years ago, I married my best friend.
It was the best decision I ever made, and am in awe of where life has already taken us!

Watch the video below for a quick recap of our wedding day :)