Monthly Archives: July 2014

Product Review With Giveaway! SunBurst Beings <3


As much as I enjoy my rambly blogs on whatever topic might spur my inspiration on that day, some of my most enjoyable blogs to write are my product reviews. Because A) I get to sample awesome products and get free stuff. And B) I get to tell you guys all about the best of the best new products I have tried out and fallen truly,madly,deeply in love with.
Today, my product review is tied in with a super groovy giveaway for all of my readers! (Yay for free stuff for you guys too!)
The company I am touting this week is SunBurst Beings. SunBurst Beings is a small independently owned business and I freaking LOVE showing small independently owned businesses lotsa love and my cash. Because eff Mart of Wals and all that cheap mass-produced crap, that’s why. Leah is the owner of this adorable and awesome little shop and she managed to take her childhood passion and talent and turn it into a career for herself. She makes gorgeous, unique handmade jewelry with amber, gemstones of all varieties and hemp. Mommy and Me sets, Tree of Life necklaces, Nursing necklaces, teething necklaces, earrings, etc… Her products are all made in love and creativity. I am seriously in LOVE with her stuff and have already informed Justin to just go ahead and buy all of my future jewelry from her.
She was awesome enough to send me a free 12 inch amber and pink agate teething necklace for Lucy. I adore it. The raw baltic amber has incredible healing and pain relieving properties, for those unfamiliar with amber. Many parents have used amber to help their babies get through teething and colic phases and have sworn by the effectiveness of it. Agate is a healing and calming stone. It can help with teething pain but is also a proven remedy to help with the symptoms of ADHD and PTSD. Basically, if you have a baby (or know someone who has a baby) who shoudl just CALM THE FRICK DOWN, this is the perfect necklace for them!
Like Lucy. Who can be the sweetest, smiliest, most zen bebe ever but can also be a super duper uber diva with a stereotypical redheaded personality. (Those of you with redheads know exactly what I mean.)
And here’s the giveaway part of this review. I stand fully behind these products. So much so that I have here in my hot little hands ANOTHER 12 inch baltic amber and agate 12 inch necklace that I want to share with one of you awesome possum readers! Here’s how easy it is to win. Simply go to SunBurst Beings Facebook page and click Like on that happy little Like tab up top of her page.
Then go to her Etsy page and browse around awhile through her 90 different products and fall in love and then order something. Anything. Or a whole slew of things. Order the gorgeous Prayer necklace with the cross. Order a seashell necklace. Order a pair of barefoot sandals or an amber teething necklace or a Tree Of Life Goddess necklace with jasper.Order something and you are automatically entered into a drawing I will do on Tuesday where you will win THIS NECKLACE:
The picture seriously doesn’t do it justice. It’s even more lovely in person with it’s teal and turquoise colored agate and raw baltic amber on hemp. Each stone is individually tied to ensure that if it breaks you will not lose every precious stone. Although it is highly unlikely breakage will EVER occur, this provides peace of mind to parents who use these necklaces for their babies. Lucy wears HER necklace 24-7, only removing it when she is bathing and at night we move it from her neck to her ankle so there is zero concern of it being a choking hazard. If you have heard of parents using amber for teething and were curious or simply know an expectant mother who would love this as a gift for their blessing-to-be, this is a great giveaway! Again, simply Like her FB page, go buy ANY product from her Etsy shop and you are automatically entered in to win!
Good luck!


My Favorite Child


Confession time, I have a favorite child.I really do. And the reason this child is my favorite is based solely on their age. There is such a thing as the PERFECT age for a kid to be. The best age. And this kid is it.
Problem with my confession is it’s a flawed preferential system. Because who my favorite is actually varies from day to day. People will warn you about the exhaustion and burn-out and worry of having an infant. They will warn you of the so-called “terrible twos”.(I really HATE that term) They will talk about how they never get to pee alone or shower in peace or eat a meal sitting down. They will complain about a lack of sex life. They will tell you that once you have kids you will never have a tidy house or a sane mind ever again. They will have stories to share about their hormonal teens and will gripe about butting heads with them. All in all, so many folks paint this picture that becoming a parent is basically the equivalent of going into battle. And enduring that battle for 18 years. By how about THIS thought process. How about we set our ego down and stop making it all about US? How about we begin to see our children as what they actually are? They are separate beings, individual souls. They are not an extension of ourselves. They are here to find their own path and we are here to help guide them. Not to carve their path or insist they take our already well-trampled own path. All too often we take their actions or thoughts or attitudes personally. Or we take the issues we ourselves have and portray them onto this small human. When we step back and begin to realize what these children truly are, when we can respect that to it’s fullest…only then will so many of the day to day stresses and fights go away. Only then will you realize how much JOY there is in being bestowed this gift of parenting.
So, on to my seven most favorite children……
1) Lucy Diamond-Rainbow. 3 months old. My sweet, long desired daughter. You are a firecracker with the face of an angel. You are stomping feet on the small of my back when I roll away from you at night in bed. You are lips like a rosebud on my nipple, eyes of a solar system, long toes that can curl my finger like a monkey. You smell like flowers. Somehow, even when I use the exact same soap and lotion that I used on your brothers when THEY were babies, somehow YOU make it all smell like flowers. I love dressing you up. Curling your little mohawk in my fingers. Snuggling you skin to skin in the bathtub. Carrying you against my heart in your wrap. Everytime you smile my heart just melts. Melts right out of my chest. You are my starshine. I love you. Being a baby is the BEST age.
2) Blaze Marley-Honor. Almost 2. God, how can SO much adorableness be crammed into one tiny soul??? Look at your curls. They fit your personality so well. The way you squinch your eyes shut and breath like a snuffly pig when you smile so huge. The way you smash your face down by the crack at the bottom of the door every single morning when you wake up and calmly chant “Mama? Mama? Dada? Dada? ” over and over until we let you out. The entire world is your laboratory and you are the greatest scientist that ever was, so inquisitive and perceptive and full of awe and wonder. Pebbles, ants, wall texture, the sound the fridge makes….you pay attention to it all. You bring me treasures with a look of utter glee and triumph. You high five like a boss. You give the best hugs. You crave independence but in this great big world you also prefer to keep Mama and Dada close at hand. You color with crayons like you are on some sort of upper, a frenzied whirlwind of manic art. You dance with abandon. You march naked through the house, clutching a spoon and a potato and all I can think is “Never lose that passion and flair. Please. Never forget to be wild and free and silly and filled with wonder and joy.” Two is the BEST age.
3)Drezdyn Nicholas-Jesse. 5 years old. Something happens at 5 years old. I watched it happen with your brothers. Suddenly you have this very clear understanding of how the world works. And suddenly you can put into words all of your thoughts in such an adult-like manner.I love listening to your thoughts, just sitting back and seeing how your brain works. You were a baby, a toddler, a preschooler. Up til now you held status quo of a little one. Suddenly you are part of the big boy clan. And you take that role so very seriously. With chin thrust out to face the world you take on each insurmountable task with such stoic bravery, as if to say “I’ve been doing this for YEARS.” You are the very best trampoline bouncer. The greatest library-book-picker-outer. The most wonderful giggler that ever has giggled.You are brave, small mouse. So brave. Five is the BEST age.
4) Creed Judah-Ishmael. 7 years old. You , my son, show great dedication to what you put your focus on. Whatever task that is before you is taken very seriously. When you play, you play hard. With ferocity and intensity. When you build a castle you use ALL OF THE BLOCKS. And then make me take a picture so you can look at the picture and admire it as if through someone elses eyes. When you draw with your brothers, you sit at the table and they draw 4 pictures each to your one. You take a solid 30 minutes on your one picture and use a variety of colors and pay careful attention to details that just a year earlier you would not have even thought to add. You can tie your own shoes. You can count to high numbers. You can ride a two wheeler with no training wheels easy peasy lemon squezzy. You can do cartwheels and walk on your hands.You hold your baby sister when she cries and talk to her in such a way that I know exactly the kind of Father you will someday be and I know that someday I will be at your house when you are all grown and will watch you walking the floors with your newborn child in your arms and you will be murmuring sweet Daddy things to that baby and my heart will go “Oh, THERE he is!” Seven is the BEST age.
5) Bailey Ziven. 9 years old. You are the first one up every morning And you let Mom sleep in by making your brother a bottle of milk when he starts his door-crack chanting so he stays quiet a little longer. You ask every morning to help make breakfast. You want to learn so many new things all at once that when you get online you can spend hours learning everything from how to properly fry an egg to how steel is made to where koala bears come from. You like your time alone. You are becoming fierce about protecting the fact that you are, indeed , your own person, with likes and dislikes that might not match anyone else in the whole family but thats okay because thats real life. You are still sweet, but also manage to be strong and tough. You are expanding horizons. Beginning to tentatively spread wings. Stepping out onto uncertain ground. I am impressed with your willingness to try when you just as easily could say “nope.” and tuck in on yourself and give up. More adults should have your type of determination and balls. (and you’d be the first to giggle at the fact I used the word balls.)
6)Aidan Andrew. 11 years old. You, child, have a personality bigger than your skin can hold, I think. Your name means “fiery” and boy, you ARE. When you are angry, you are PIST. When you are happy, you are downright giddy. You can make me laugh out loud and I LOVE that. Its hard sometimes to find an adult who can make me laugh. To discover one of my own children has inherited my own special blend of dry wit and sarcasm. Oh that makes me SO happy. I love the fact you know how to brew a perfect pot of coffee. You know how to cook almost better than I do. (almost!) You are the best OCD child EVER, the way you organize the fridge or rearrange the bedroom or load the dishwasher. You are a lot like me.The good and the bad. I have no doubt, that despite the fact that you struggle with wrestling with some inner demons from time to time (as we all do) you are going to grow up to be a phenomenal man someday. Eleven is the BEST age.
7) Zane Christian. 13 years old. I thought having a tenager might be scary. I was dead wrong. You are simply on a different level than your siblings. I can talk to you as if you are more my peer. We can watch shows together, share links on FaceBook that we know the other will think is cool or interesting or funny. I have found a friend in you. What a wonderful, wonderful discovery. That the child I birthed 13 years ago is now one of my best friends. You are already more prepared for your adulthood than I am at age 34. You have such mammoth aspirations and goals. And I have no doubt that every plan you make will be seen through to fruition. I know you will accomplish great things. You are such a smart kid. And talented, damn talented. You make me so proud. I see these punk ass little 13 year old boys who are trying smoking or drinking or drugs or talking about sex (god, your biological father was YOUR AGE when he started having sex!) And then there is you, and you struggle at times with the fact you don’t “fit in”. I hope you never do. I hope you always stay true to who you are. This incredible young man who can draw like an anime wizard, can join me in my goofiness, can step up and be man of the house without batting an eye.Thirteen is the BEST age.

I can’t wait for them to continue to grow up. I can’t wait for what comes next. These children keep morphing and growing and evolving. And I am so very very blessed to have a front row seat. ❤

“Like A Girl” (A Letter To My Daughter)

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Dear Lucy,
You are NOT “just” a girl.
You are a GIRL. Female. Woman child. Beautiful. Strong. Empowered. Feminine. Soft. Kind. Fast. Tough. Smart. Discerning. Quick-witted. Helpful. Gentle. Tender. Empathetic. Filled with faith. Lovely. Brave.
The definition of a girl cannot be put in a box.
Girls can be timid and meek and humble and like sitting at home reading great books about amazing characters and learning how to bake cookies and how to be silly on the phone to their grandma.
Girls can be skinned knees with pebbles in the blood that Mom has to pluck out with tweezers. Girls can be climb-a tree-higher-than-that-boy. Girls can be jump-a-bike-over-the-homemade-ramp-higher-than-your-brother.
Girls can be poetic and dramatic and emotional. Girls can really FEEL things.
Girls can be stoic and chin-up face this world.
Girls can grow up to be a wonderful loving mother. Girls can marry a man they truly love and find pride in a clean home and find fulfillment in raising children and find joy in the simplicity of life.
Girls can grow up to go on grand adventures, to travel to far off lands, to step off the plane all alone with a bag clutched in hand and feet on foreign soil and a heart filled with giddy expectation.
Girls can grow up to break through glass ceilings or break gender barriers or break dance.
They can make millions and drive flashy cars and wear diamonds. They can live off grid and can vegetables and live in a small cabin by a lake where they catch fish and cook that fish for dinner.
Girls can shave their head and gauge their ears and get tattoos. Girls can grow long silky hair or let it dread. Girls can wear long dresses or yoga pants or jeans and boots or nothing at all.
Girls can make the choice to have no kids or 1 kid or ten kids.
So, never mind the fact you are a girl. Thats a lovely wonderful part of you ,yes. But it in no way encapsulates who you are. It is simply only a part of WHAT you are. And the beauty of it is, you can change. Every day. Or stay exactly the same. Doesn’t matter.
Embrace the wonder of living. The miracle of it all. Find contentment and glory in who you are deep in the deepest corners of your wonderful, amazing heart. Keep your chin up. Stand tall. Be proud of the fact you are a girl. And that you can do all of the everything LIKE A GIRL. ❤