Thursday, July 4, 2013

Family Resemblence




Left: Piper- 7 days old
Right: Finley- 13 days old

I don't want to constantly compare the girls (lest Finley get a complex about growing up in the shadow of her giant headed sister), but especially in these early days, it's hard for me not to think back to when Piper was an infant, and compare our experiences and memories. Was she ever this little? Did she have trouble sleeping? Were we this tired? (Answers: No, yes, and I think so...I may have blocked that memory out).


I know each of my girls is unique, and I want to encourage their differences as they start to form their personalities, but it's also fun to discover similarities...even if they're just physical characteristics for now. (And if it involves recreating a photoshoot in an adorable onesie? All the better!) 

People always ask if I think Fin looks like Piper. And sometimes I think they're identical...but sometimes not at all. Fin is smaller- both in length and weight (1.5" shorter and 6oz lighter at birth) and yes...she has a much smaller head. (It's around the 60th percentile vs Piper's consistent 99th). Her hair is shorter, and blonder. But other than a few measurable details like that- the rest of it is more subjective, and up for debate. Finley still is her father's daughter (thus, she tends to look a lot like Piper too) but there's something about her that is uniquely her. She has some wild faces, and is fond of sticking her tongue out, expressions that are hers alone. And then again, there are moments when she furrows her brow, or stretches her face in a certain way where she could be Piper's twin, one and a half years later. 

What do you think? Do we have another mini Dustin on our hands? Or does Finley have a distinct look? 

I think it will be fascinating to see how they both grow and change over the years...But one thing I already know: I love each of them, completely. Head to teeny toes. 

Monday, July 1, 2013

A mini house for a big sister

One of the tips I've heard for parents who are prepping to bring home baby #2, is to get the older sibling a gift "from the baby". The idea is that then the "big kid" feels special, and thinks the baby might not be so terrible after all. Piper is a little young to understand the concept of gratitude, so I wasn't actually convinced she'd like the baby better if she got a present, but I figured if we could get her something she'd really enjoy, that might take the edge off of all the "no", "wait", and "not right now"s she was going to inevitably have to deal with once the baby came home.
I decided I wanted to get her a dollhouse, and after very little searching, found the perfect one:


This version is a handmade project from the DIY experts at Young House Love. As soon as I saw it, I pretty much fell in love, and immediately set about convincing Dustin to help me make our own.

And I have absolutely no shame in telling you I knocked off in its entirety. Why reinvent the wheel, right?

John and Sherry have detailed instructions on their site...part 1 is how to build, and part 2 is the details. For our effort- Dustin did the building, sanding, painting and caulking, and I did the furniture shopping, art creating, doll procuring, and wallpaper choosing. So after a few weeks of work (it probably only took a few hours in total, but we spread it out over several evenings) and less than $100, we had ourselves our very own doll house. Behold:


Yeah....I'm kind of obsessed with it.

After spending an hour or two placing all the furniture just so and organizing all of the art to my liking, I realized that maaaaaaybe I was getting a little too into this. Remember- we were handing it over to a 19 month old, so some my attention to detail was going to be lost on her. But I had so much fun, it doesn't matter. I tried to keep it as simple as I could, as I quickly found out that you could get in really deep (in time and money!) on recreating a teeny tiny world for these silly pigs. I used YHL's version as my guide, and tried to make something simple and modern to fit in the vibe of Piper's nursery.

Our sources:
  • furniture- a vintage lot from ebay (around $30 for all of it)
  • "dolls"- Olivia the pig and her family
  • rugs- fabric and felt pieces
  • mirrors, tiny canvases, "p" letter, and wood for chalkboard- Joann's (all of the art is put up with sticky tack, so it could be changed out later if we/she want to)
  • wallpaper, art and floor covering- Dear Lizzy scrapbook paper (and a few plain solid papers)
And while I found YHL's directions almost flawless, I do have a tip for the wallpaper. Put it on the backer before you attach it to the house walls. I followed Sherry's method of cutting templates and decoupaging them to each room, but 1: it took forever, 2: it was hard to get the paper cut to the exact right size and 3: no matter what I did it bubbled and looked like a hot mess.

So after a couple tears (my house is ruined! ruined!!) we ripped off the back and started over. This time we held the backer up to the finished house frame, and traced each room. (hard to see, but you get the idea) Then I cut the paper slightly larger than each room, knowing that the thickness of the walls would cover up any excess. Then I was able to decoupage on a flat surface (use a smooth craft roller vs. a brush for best results), before nailing the backer onto the house. SO much easier. (also- 12x12 paper was large enough for all of the rooms except the top floor. For those I had to seam two pieces together, so I chose patterns that would hide a horizontal line well- geometric designs work much better for this than florals)


  Look at that bump in action!

So that's the scoop, care for the full tour?


Who doesn't want a 3rd floor dining room with vaulted ceilings? (We'll pretend there's an invisible dumbwaiter to bring things up from the kitchen. What modern convenience!)

The nursery...It might be my favorite room. I originally had different paper in the back, but I kept messing it up, and didn't like the way it seamed, so I picked up two honeycomb patterned sheets at Michael's.

Bathroom...my "tile" floor doesn't cover the whole room, but it's just for fun, so I'm not too worried. (the furniture came with that blue piece in the corner, and I don't know what it's supposed to be, so I pretend it's a trashcan...)

 Super manly bedroom, for a super manly daddy pig.

 Brother pig hangs out in the den, watching his chalkboard "TV".

 I pretty much want this living room set to be my size.

 Ok...the kitchen is a little wild...but I've seen crazier things in some 1960's era homes. (and wouldn't this room be cute with a little pretend window above the sink?!)

So after all that work, it was time to present it to Piper (and hope she didn't tear my dream house to bits!) We sneaked it up to her room, and paused for a minute to admire how good it looks with the rest of her decor. I can totally picture a miniature version of her nursery fitting right in with her dollhouse (or a large version of her house, with her nursery inside!)
 

I worried that she wouldn't understand it (she is pretty young still) or wouldn't like it, but I figured worst case we could take it out and save it for later if she wasn't ready. (Or if it wasn't her thing, I suppose I could just keep it for myself....) But those fears evaporated about 2 milliseconds after we brought her in for her Big Sister Surprise...she loved it!


She was absolutely smitten with those piggies, and immediately started playing, putting them in different rooms and examining all the different pieces.


I wasn't sure she grasped the whole "pretend play" thing yet, but boy was I wrong. Pigs were placed in chairs and on beds, and furniture was rearranged to her liking. 


I tried to get her to smile for me, and show me her toys, but she was so into it she refused to turn around!





She played and played until bedtime, ignoring me snapping away in the background. When it was time to put on jammies, she insisted on bringing all of her piggies with her to get changed.


Since then, she's played with it a ton...Her favorite thing to do is tuck the piggies into their beds (she's a little frustrated mommy pig doesn't fit into the crib with the baby...). She insists that they need blankets though, so she takes blankets from her bed and shoves them into each room to keep the pigs warm. (each blanket takes up takes up an entire room, virtually smothering the pigs...but that doesn't seem to concern her.) I think my next step is to cut a few pieces of flannel so they can have some fresh- appropriately sized- linens.


Piper- I'm thrilled you like your gift...You're a good mama to your piggies, and a great sister to the baby. We love you to teeny tiny pieces.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Show Your Real: Casey

I met Casey at The Influence Conference, (which she just so happened to be co-hosting...you know, no big deal) and was struck by how different she was than the typical blogger. She definitely has a strategic side, she's not Internet-famous for nothing! But more than that, she has the most sensitive, deep spirit that longs to share her story while being desperate to hear yours. She finds meaning and significance in things many people (myself included) pass by. I'm inspired by how fully she loves her children and invests in her family. And I'm so grateful she's willing to share in this space today. 

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How does the idea of "Show Your Real" resonate with you..why did you want to participate and share?
It resonates really well with me. I tend to process a lot of raw emotion all the time and writing it and sharing it for me is a really good outlet. Sometimes I am unable to say these same feelings and thoughts out loud but when I sit down to write, they often just pour out :). I think it really helps to show the real. Because we all feel a little less alone to know that others have been there or are there now.



What misconceptions might people have about about your life at first glance?

I think with ANYONE on the internet it is really easy to forget that we are just putting out snippets of our lives... often people think this is the whole picture and that just isn't the case at all. I think it's easy to make assumptions about people on  the internet, it's easy to think that you know someone when really often times just a few pieces of the puzzle. 

What are some of your patterns and routines for a “typical” day?
I am sort of anti.schedule / anti routine! We wake up,  many days hit the park or the pool, eat dinner as a family, play, bath/prayers/bedtimes, then I start working when the kiddos are down!



What does the balance/mix of work/chores/family time/rest/etc look like in your home?
I only work when the kids are asleep and I try to incorporate the kids in chores or household jobs. My husband works from home so if he is fixing something or building something, he has the two older kids out there with him helping every step of the way. Same with me...they love to help with dinner and if we need to cleanup the playroom, we will make a fun game out of it! 

What things have become “your real” now that the you from the past would be surprised about?
I used to love things really really clean. (I mean I still do deep down in my heart) but with three little kids, two dogs, a pet lizard and a pet bunny....I let it go :).


What are the hardest parts of your current season of life? And the best parts?
The hard part for us is that Chris & I are both freelance and so we literally month to month just trust that we will bring in enough jobs & income to cover everything...there are moments that is incredible overwhelming. I experienced faith in a really different and amazing way- having to rely on Him like that month after month. The best parts I would say are just this sweet fun season of raising little ones- we are having the time of our life! 

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Show Your Real is a bi-weekly series of guest posts centered around the concept of authenticity. The goal is to encourage each other to expose the reality of our lives- good and bad- and to foster a sense of community that goes beyond the often suface-cy interactions of social media. We invite all of you to participate! Please comment, link, and hashtag to spread the showyourreal love. If you would like to contribute a guest post in this series, please email me! 

    Monday, June 24, 2013

    I get so emotional, baby.


    Last Sunday I posted this on facebook:  

    Things I've cried about in the last few days:
    • Father's Day cards
    • Being tired
    • Songs at church
    • Seeing my friends
    • Being so tired
    • Feeling guilty for feeling sick
    • Missing a friend
    • Being oh so tired
    • Overwhelming thankfulness
    I knew I was emotional from being pregnant, but in hindsight, I realize it may have ramped up a little bit since I ended up having a baby that night. I don't generally consider myself a super sensitive person, but in the last few years, I've become much more emotional. I've always "felt big"- meaning I get VERY excited, and VERY disappointed, but I wasn't typically prone to tears. I was always pretty matter-of-fact, which kept me from getting too weepy over much.



    But then. I became a mom. And my slow metamorphosis into a more sensitive soul was kicked into overdrive. I'm now that girl, who will cry over baby lotion commercials, and news stories about strangers. It turns out I'm also one of those cry-ers, that when I get started, I can't stop. It's like my body has a certain amount of tears it needs to shed, and given enough of an excuse (which may be pretty much anything things days...) it's going to let them flow.


    I don't want to give the wrong impression: I'm definitely not a constantly-teetering-on-the-edge-basket-case...

    Wait....unless it's under 6 weeks postpartum.

    Then I am pretty much a constantly-teetering-on-the-edge-basket-case.


    Not in a scary, don't risk talking to the ticking-tear-time-bomb kind of way. Just in a, wow she's extra weepy kind of way. Most of the time I laugh as much as I cry, because I realize whatever made me cry in the first place was probably pretty silly. I'll often warn you- I'm going to cry now!- and keep barreling through the conversation as if it's not happening. (because if we wait for it to pass...we might be waiting a while). Dustin will put his hand on mine, and I'll roll my eyes at my crazy hormones.


    Sometimes though...it's legitimate. There's a lot of change going on right now (emotionally, physically, logistically, mentally...all the other "ally"s....) and sometimes it's all a bit much to bear (good, or bad). And so:
    Things I've cried about this week:
    • Being afraid. 
    • Being in pain. 
    • Being so tired. 
    • Overwhelming responsibility. 
    • Songs at church. 
    • Overreacting to Dustin's tone of voice.
    • Seeing my friends. 
    • Overwhelming feeling of being overwhelmed.
    • Missing our old life. 
    • Overwhelming thankfulness.  
    And probably ten other things I'm forgetting about. This is a crazy time. A difficult time. And a lovely time. And I've got enough tears for all occasions.


    So if you happen to see me in the next month or so, don't be alarmed if you ask me a question (like: how are you? what did you have for lunch? or what is up with that Brazilian guy on The Bachelorette?) and I start bawling. It means I care. (And I just might be a wee bit crazy. Temporarily of course.)

    Thursday, June 20, 2013

    Welcome Finley


    You'll have to excuse the calm around Bowdenisms this past week...
    Because things have actually been quite busy for the Bowdens.

    We went from this...

     
    Sunday 6/16, 6:39pm

    To this...
    Sunday 6/16, 10:23pm

    To this...
      Tuesday 6/18, 11:10 am

    ...rather quickly.

    Finley Joann Bowden came rushing into the world on Sunday night (she decided to come 10 days early, and wasted no time getting here) and our lives have been pretty much a whirlwind since then.



    A whirlwind of good. 
       


    Welcome, sweet girl.


    Finley Joann Bowden
    Born June 16, 2013
    10:23 pm 
    8lbs 6oz
    20" long

    Friday, June 14, 2013

    Snippets

    There are times when I so want to write. I have a head filled with thoughts, and stories, and memories that I'm desperate to put down on paper. I want to share...I don't want to forget the tiny moments of our current life.

    But in some of those same times, I just can't write. I don't have the time. Or the energy. Or the words. Like there's so much to say, and so much to record that I don't know where to begin.

    I want to stop time and snuggle Piper up with my words- locking in this exact moment so I remember it forever....Especially before everything changes. I want a verbal snapshot of every second so I can go back to it 50 years from now and remember it like it was yesterday...because I know it will feel like it was.

    But I don't have the words to do that today. But I do have these.....actual snapshots. Of the teeniest snippets of our lives. Teeny snippets that are actually everything.








    Happy Weekend!


    Tuesday, June 11, 2013

    Show Your Real: Meg

    Meg. 

    Meg is the girl you want to be your best friend. 

    And somehow I got her as mine. 


    She is the other half of me...not in the "we complete each other" kind of way, but in the "we're cut from the same cloth" kind of way. She's a loud, passionate, equal-parts-dreamer-and-doer force of a woman. She gets herself into gigantic messes, but always comes out the other side with a smile and a story. She "feels big" and doesn't apologize for it. She is the life of the party, but at the same time she is a true, thoughtful and deep soul. A friend, of the best and purest kind.

    I am blessed to call her my friend, and I'm honored to have you get to know her better today.

    {Meg's writes as part of a team at Pure and Simple, a truly fantastic site that you need to know about, if you don't already. Seriously...go to there. I'll be here when you get back.} 
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    I entered college with the faint knowledge that I would one day have to come out the other side. I was excited about the transition into this next (and potentially last) phase of my school days - more focused on my next few steps instead of a giant leap four years in the future. I had always been a good student and avid extracurricular participant. I had high ideals about 'what I could be when I grew up,' paired with a strong naivete about the road between here and there.


    I loved college and I took advantage of what college should (in my starry eyes) really be for. I got a solid liberal arts degree, read lots of classic literature, and most importantly was taught how to think. I took classes that shaped the way I saw the world and my part in it. I pursued opportunities and causes I was passionate about, without too much thought to what might build my resume.
    Fast forward to present day. I'm a full-fledged adult: Married, living on my own, fully capable of doing my own laundry. Grown-up life - complete with grown-up job.


    My career thus far has been a journey - seasons of highs and lows, chock-full of character-boosting lessons, gift-defining moments and new passions and pursuits. And since I'm being real - the journey is often accompanied by the (unfortunate) mindset that what I do determines who I am.

    I'm not sure when this weasel of a thought crept into my life, but it has certainly dug itself a comfortable home. Being good at my job is like any other thing in my life - I have a tendency to give it more importance than it should actually have. It's all too easy in moments of professional success (or failure) to equate being good at my job to being a good human being. And while I do believe that calling and work are a valuable part of my life, I don't believe I should view them as the source of my value.

    I read Tim Keller's book, Every Good Endeavor a couple of months ago. On my morning commute I opened to the introduction and promptly began to cry. He recounts an old story by J.R. Tolkein about an artist named Niggle. Not surprisingly, Keller is able to convey this story much better than I could:

    "[Niggle] was a perfectionist, always unhappy with what he had produced, often distracted from more important issues by fussing over less important details, prone to worry and procrastination...Niggle had one picture in particular that he was trying to paint. He had gotten in his mind the picture of a leaf, and then that of a whole tree. And then in his imagination, behind the tree “a country began to open out; and there were glimpses of a forest marching over the land, and of mountains tipped with snow.” Niggle lost interest in all his other pictures, and in order to accommodate his vision, he laid out a canvas so large he needed a ladder. Niggle knew he had to die, but he told himself, “At any rate, I shall get this one picture done, my real picture, before I have to go on that wretched journey.”

    So he worked on his canvas, “putting in a touch here, and rubbing out a patch there,” but he never got much done. There were two reasons for this. First, it was because he was the “sort of painter who can paint leaves better than trees. He used to spend a long time on a single leaf, . . .” trying to get the shading and the sheen and the dewdrops on it just right. So no matter how hard he worked, very little actually showed up on the canvas itself. The second reason was his “kind heart.” Niggle was constantly distracted by doing things his neighbors asked him to do for them. In particular, his neighbor Parish, who did not appreciate Niggle’s painting at all, asked him to do many things for him.

    One night when Niggle senses, rightly, that his time is almost up, Parish insists that he go out into the wet and cold to fetch a doctor for his sick wife. As a result he comes down with a chill and fever, and while working desperately on his unfinished picture, the Driver comes to take Niggle on the journey he has put off. When he realizes he must go, he bursts into tears. “‘Oh, dear!’ said poor Niggle, beginning to weep, ‘And it’s not even finished!’” Sometime after his death the people who acquired his house noticed that on his crumbling canvas his only “one beautiful leaf” had remained intact. It was put in the Town Museum, “and for a long while ‘Leaf: by Niggle’ hung there in a recess, and was noticed by a few eyes.”

    But the story does not end there. After death Niggle is put on a train toward the mountains of the heavenly afterlife. At one point on his trip he hears two Voices. One seems to be Justice, the severe voice, which says that Niggle wasted so much time and accomplished so little in life. But the other, gentler voice (“though it was not soft”), which seems to be Mercy, counters that Niggle has chosen to sacrifice for others, knowing what he was doing. As a reward, when Niggle gets to the outskirts of the heavenly country, something catches his eye. He runs to it—and there it is: “Before him stood the Tree, his Tree, finished; its leaves opening, its branches growing and bending in the wind that Niggle had so often felt or guessed, and yet had so often failed to catch. He gazed at the Tree, and slowly he lifted his arms and opened them wide. ‘It is a gift!’ he said. The world before death—his old country—had forgotten Niggle almost completely, and there his work had ended unfinished and helpful to only a very few. But in his new country, the permanently real world, he finds that his tree, in full detail and finished, was not just a fancy of his that had died with him. No, it was indeed part of the True Reality that would live and be enjoyed forever."

    To be real - this post is hard to sum up, because this is not an area I have all figured out. I am encouraged by Tolkien's story and I know (despite all my striving) that what he expresses is real: our work - our gifts and all that we do with them - has been given to us with purpose. Our efforts will be unfinished, but He has already accomplished all that we need. At this season in my life, this is truth that I need to hear every day.
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    Show Your Real is a bi-weekly series of guest posts centered around the concept of authenticity. The goal is to encourage each other to expose the reality of our lives- good and bad- and to foster a sense of community that goes beyond the often suface-cy interactions of social media. We invite all of you to participate! Please comment, link, and hashtag to spread the showyourreal love. If you would like to contribute a guest post in this series, please email me!