Thursday, February 2, 2017
Material: 50% cotton 50% linen
Size: 4 (base -1)
I'm going to be honest with you, I've been avoiding writing this review. And before you think anything bad, it's because this is going to be one of the sweetest goodbyes. I mean, I may have to fight my two year old to get this wrap back in the package since he's claimed the wrap as his own. It has gotten us through some sickness, some two year old tantrums, some beach trips and park trips. It has been there for us through good, bad and ugly. I mean, after all, who can resist smiling when such a stunning rainbow is around? Which is saying a lot for me because I generally dislike rainbows. But this one is just different. It is subtle but still very rainbow.
Anyway, enough of me waxing poetic. When the wrap initially came I was... well, I was not impressed. It had only been worn once and if you have ever felt new linen wraps, you know what I mean. It was rough and while not hard to wrap with, it also wasn't enough. The weave structure made it grippy so I had to work a little harder to get my passes in place. But, once I did, they were stuck. It made a great ruck wrap which is what I use most so I stuck with it. And man, it was worth it. After about 3 months of nearly every day use, it is butter. The grip in tightening that was once there is now smooth gliding passes that stay put. It is still an amazing ruck wrap too. Now that the passes glide easier it also makes an amazing chest pass. I absolutely adored it in a Double Hammock tied at shoulder. The knot wasn't diggy like most knots at the shoulder are for me. Due to the knot being comfortable, it also made an AMAZING torso carry.
Though this was my (30 lb) 2 year old's favorite, I also loved it with the (20 lb) baby. It didn't get diggy as I hear linen often does and pleats well. Plus, it's super soft once broken in which makes it great for blankets and other kinds of cuddles. It's light and airy which makes it great for warm climates and fun stuff like the beach. It was also quite nice to wear over a sweater thanks to the grip.
This wrap will most definitely be missed.
Saturday, December 24, 2016
It seemed as though it was a targeted attack since most of the people within my circle had in happening in babywearing groups. Because apparently talking about the racism we have experienced made them uncomfortable enough to want us silenced so they began reporting us. But, it has become clear that this is more wide spread since activist outside of those spaces are also being targeted.
The comments that have had us banned are tame in comparison (you can find examples of the comments here: Facebook Has a Problem and my algorithms don't see color) to the fact that many times actual slurs, hate speech, threats to kill are seen to be not violation of Community Standards. Yet, calling out racism is. This is very clearly a move to silence activists whether it is abuse of the algorithms that handle automated banning or if it is due Facebook upholding white supremacy and fragility.
We see you, Facebook. This is unacceptable.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
I'll be the first to admit that I'm far from perfect. If I had the time, I could and probably would, make you a list detailing each and every flaw. But, honestly, that's not the point of this post. Maybe another day. In my imperfection, I've made a lot of questionable decisions. Though I wouldn't change any of those decisions because they have led me here (and I mean, have you seen The Butterfly Effect?!) there are still a ton of what ifs that keep me up at night. The latest and most often recurring choice that is keeping me up at night is college.
In high school, like most teenagers, I thought I knew best. Much to my mother's dismay, I decided not to apply to any 4 year colleges. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do and in my mind, I could knock out my gen ed classes then transfer to a 4 year school. Less debt & it would give me time to decide. My mom pushed for me to reconsider but, I was stubborn. After graudation I moved to Orange County, got a job and I finished my first year. Then decided I wanted to move back to the Valley since I thought I missed my friends. I stayed in school for a semester and I worked my ass off. And then, life happened. By life, I mean I got pregnant. I tried to stay in school but I was barely able to handle life with how sick I was so I took some time off. I ended up moving back to Orange County with my mom and tried to get back into the swing of school and while I attended a few classes at University of Phoenix, I still just wasn't there mentally. I moved to Long Beach after another short stint in the Valley and left UoP. Once again, I went back to school, still with very little direction but did it because that's what I thought I should have been doing. I went to school through working full time, I went to school through pregnancies. I did that on and off until 2014 when I had my 3rd.
So, I have all of these credits and no degree. I have all of this debt and nothing to show for it. And it's wearing on me. I wish I had waited until I knew what I wanted to do. But, on the other side I wish I had listened to my mom. I wish I had at least stayed the course and finished... something. I mean, right this second, I am 6 classes shy of my A.A. in Child Development. 6. That's two semesters. Or like, if they offer the classes during winter, I could knock that out by the end of Spring semester. And I'm debating it... but... I don't know that I would actually use the degree.
I love children. I wouldn't have so many if I didn't. But, for the most part that degree is used for jobs in the classroom. I don't want to work in the classroom. I am more interesting in the paperwork side of well, life. Most of my adult life I've worked in an office. I kick ass in office jobs. I can type, I can file, I can answer phones and direct people, I can organize your life and Google all of your questions. I love deadlines and organized chaos. Basically, I love knowing what to expect. Little humans, I have learned, are actually the complete opposite of that. But, also... I'm so close.
My focus is special education. I ended up taking a few classes on special education because I was starting the IEP process for my oldest daughter and I wanted all of the information I could get. And well, ended up taking all of them. So, realistically, I've toyed with the idea of being an advocate or working with an advocacy agency in any capacity. Which, would fulfill that love for paperwork and also my desire to continue working for a non-profit. (I've worked mostly for non-profits dealing with addiction.)
I have an appointment with a counselor on Monday to discuss next steps because it's very possible that all of my doubts are really being fueled by my fear of failure and anxiety. Anyway, wish me luck.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
I think right now the biggest struggles that I have in regards to self-care are both knowing when to quit and knowing when to ask for help, both are deeply tied with knowing my own limits. I have a very bad habit of pushing myself to a breaking point in order to not inconvenience anyone else, not recognizing the damage that I am doing to myself in the mean time. One of my biggest fears (and triggers) is rejection. So, in order to avoid rejection, I avoid confrontation. Sometimes the anticipated reaction is far worse than what would actually happen. But, my mind ALWAYS goes to worst case scenario.
Friday, October 7, 2016
Material: 100% cotton
Size: 4.6/6 (Base +1)
Monday, September 12, 2016
I've always made sure that I keep friends around that enjoy the attention. It makes it easier to retreat into their shadow because within a shadow my existence isn't being questioned. In the shadow it makes it easier for me to do a word count and measure my words worth. Day in and day out, I spend much of my time wondering "is this important?" "is this adding to the conversation?" "did I say 'I' too many times?" and most of all, "do they actually care?" And funny enough, the answer in my head is often times, no. No, people do not care what I have to say and no, people don't actually care whether or not I actually contribute to a conversation. This is often confirmed when even conversations in which I have opened in reference to myself, turn into people speaking over me and about themselves.
While this has always been something that I have done, I have noticed that it is happening more often. My need to not take up space has led to others also not leaving me space or consideration. Often times it is just assumed that I will be the one there to listen or I will be the one there to help. Whether I can or want to isn't ever taken into consideration and my lack of wanting to take up space often allows it to stay that way.
So, what's changed? Looking back to 6, 4, even 2 years ago... life has changed. In big ways and in little ways. My support system has dwindled. Both in real life and online. At one point I had friends and an active social life, now I am lucky if I am invited to hang out. My level of confidence has dwindled. I went from being comfortable and confident in my body to not even close. I have had 3 babies in the last 5 years and unlike my first two pregnancies, I have not been able to lose the weight and with each pant size increase there has been a confidence decrease. What makes it worse is the fact that if I even dare to bring up that I am not comfortable in my body, I am told that I am still small so what room do I have to complain. I guess the fact that I am 30 lbs over the weight I am most comfortable at doesn't matter. Add in the financial ups and downs of the last two years and I guess it makes some sense.
But, still... the idea of opening up to people is terrifying. The quickness in which people are able to turn conversations back to them as if what I am saying doesn't matter, the lack of interest in what I am saying. The lack of... reciprocity. All of that while I am drowning in a sea of toddlers and babies and big kid dramas. It's a lot. And it isn't.
And right now I am focusing on me and how I need to change it. I think that means putting myself out there more, more time for self care, and knowing when to walk away. I'm going to be doing a lot of walking soon.