How to Start a Creative Journal

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried to keep a journal. I’ve never been very good at it. You’re probably thinking,”How can you not be very good at keeping a journal? There’s no right or wrong way to do it.” And you would be correct. But I’m not very good at it in the sense that I don’t keep up with it. It would usually be a day or two of writing stupid stuff and then I’d forget about it for the next 5 months.

    Then I saw bullet journaling and it really appealed to my creative side. So I tried it, and I flopped on that too. I tried the different tracker pages and all that but I came to realize that I’m just not an everyday, spill all my guts in writing, kind of person. So I combined three things together, bullet journaling, regular journaling, and scrapbooking to create the perfect way for me to keep up with it. It’s so much fun and it looks cute and that makes me want to keep doing it *almost* every day.

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    33 Random Things About Me

    It’s my birthday! Today I turn a whopping 33 years young. I’m one of those people that still gets excited about their birthday even though aging at this point in game isn’t as fun as it used to be. Something about it being my special day makes it just that, special. So today I thought I’d share with you some random facts about yours truly, 33 to be exact. I’m not going to lie, this was way hard than I thought it would be. Enjoy!

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    10 Things Your Dance Teacher Wants You To Know

    10 Things Your Dance Teacher Wants You To Know

    Yesterday marked the first day of the new dance season.  This season makes my eighth year as a teacher at my “dance alma mater”.  I love teaching dance.  This artistic expression is one of my passions in life and I get to share that with kids from ages 3-18.  Three nights a week I get to train young dancers and teach them about this great art form.  I also like to think I teach them a little about life as well…#lifelessonsfromMsKelly.

    I teach kids from all levels of experience as a recreational dance teacher.  What does that mean?  It means the kids that I teach take class for fun and have a recital at the end of the year.  The classes I teach are not like what you may or may not have seen on Dance Moms.  My kids don’t compete, they take their time learning their end of the year routine, and are simply doing it for fun.  With all of this said, there are still some things that I feel that parents and students should learn about this dance world.

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    Looking Back and Looking Forward

    Looking forward in 2017

    So, clearly there’s been a big change and I’m ridiculously excited about it!  I have officially switched to WordPress, rebranded a bit and I’m so ready to get back to more consistent blogging.  There are still parts of the site that aren’t quite up to par yet (oh you know, like my about page that has been MIA for about 3 months!  *facepalm*) but they are coming! Now that we’ve had the chance to be in the new year for one whole week, I thought I’d take a look back and share some favorite moments from 2016 and some of the things I’m looking to accomplish in the next year.

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    It’s Been A Minute…

    Somehow I’ve ended up taking a month long brake from blogging.  A MONTH.  And I have to say, it was much needed and accidentally came at the right time.  If we’re going for complete honesty here, I was in the middle of one of those blogger identity crises where I had no idea what I was doing anymore.  I loved blogging but had no idea if anyone was reading my stuff, was my stuff any good, why am I doing this, and so on and so forth.  So I stopped.  I stopped stressing about getting something done just to be able to push the publish button and sat back a decided to refocus.

    I stopped worrying about applying for campaigns or reaching out to companies to do collaborations because, while it was really awesome to get those things, I didn’t find my voice in it.  I love small shops and of course I love the companies that I applied for sponsored posts for but in all honesty, I’d just rather purchase from them, post about it if I want to and share that way.

    So why even blog anymore?  Because I want to share my DIYs still, I’d like to get back to that.  I’m constantly crafting and I enjoy being creative. I want to keep this as a log of motherhood, especially these early stages.  I want to connect with other people.  That’s the exact reason I started blogging in the first place.  It was my way of feeling connected to the world again after Gav was born.

    Another reason this break has been a happy accident is because I have been super busy!  I’ve been blessed with so many chalkboard art clients, commissioned art pieces, and photography work that something had to give.  I want to share that all here as well.  So I guess to some it all up, why still blog?  Cuz I wanna!

    There will be some changes here and there and I will be in and out.  My hope is that by the new year I will have all of my ducks in a row and be ready to tackle a tight but doable schedule.  This hopefully will also include a switch over to WordPress. *fingers crossed*  As for now, I’ll be popping in from time to time, sharing this or that.  If you have stuck around, THANK YOU!  Thank you from the bottom of my heart!  I pray that you will continue to visit my little corner of the web and walk with me on my journey.  Want to know where you can pretty much always find me?  Follow me on INSTAGRAM and say hey!

    Check out what I’ve been up to and stop by the SHOP and my PHOTOGRAPHY site.

    XO, Kelly

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    Last Baby Syndrome

    In less than one week, 6 days to be exact, our sweet little Ro will be one.  One whole year has passed and I can’t help but be super nostalgic about it.  I remember, with Gav, feeling so excited about him getting older and each new stage.  Not that I’m not excited for Ro’s new stages but I’m almost sad at the passing of the younger ones.

    For me, not necessarily God’s plan but in my head, we’re done having kids.  I feel totally complete with my two boys.  I have no desire to “try for a girl”, I’m fairly convinced if we actually did that it would be another boy anyway.  But I don’t feel like I am not fulfilled by not experiencing having one.  Our family feels whole, the boys get along so well, for now that is, and I’m very happy with the dynamic of our little family.  This is also not to say that we would be up in arms and upset if something “happened”, we’re just not planning on anymore and don’t want to try.

    So this leaves me knowing that this is my last baby.  The last time I will carry my child everywhere because he can’t walk yet.  He also has zero interest in it and would rather just watch big brother do stuff.  The last time I will cut things into little pieces for mealtime or make airplane noises with a spoon.  Hopefully it’s not the last time I’ll have a kid who will try anything I put in front of him.  I hope that one sticks!

    My days are numbered for baby wearing and cuddles.  Soon he won’t be falling asleep on me and sucking his thumb.  He’ll start talking, which will be so wonderful, but along with that comes tantrums and the “terrible twos” and “threenager” phases.  For now I still get to listen to the playful babble, the sweet “mama”s and “dada”s.

    With Gav, every stage seemed like it took forever.  Not in the way that he was behind but in the way that I looked forward to each stage and could barely wait for him to do something new.  I swear it took twice as long for him to turn 6 months than it did Roman.  With Ro, everything is seeming to go so much faster.  Except for his teeth.  He didn’t get his first tooth until he was 10 months and then I found myself missing his gummy smile.  I was almost hoping he wouldn’t get them until later than that!  It’s just little silly things like that that start to pull on my heart strings.

    To know that I’m done carrying a life inside me is hard to think about sometimes as well.  I was blessed with two wonderful, very easy, pregnancies.  No morning sickness, no complications, etc.  So if we weren’t done, that definitely wouldn’t be a factor in our decision.   I loved being pregnant for the most part.  I got super uncomfortable towards the end but that’s normal.  Feeling the kicks, hiccups, and knowing that your body is growing theirs.  It’s such an incredible experience.

    But now I’m moving on to the next stage of my life, just like my boys.  I’ll be a mom of a preschooler and a toddler and I know that life is about to get a lot more rowdy.  I’m ready!

    XO, Kelly

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    What Being a Formula Feeding Mom Means to Me

    A couple of weeks ago, national breast feeding week/month kicked off.  I’ve seen tons (and TONS) of posts about normalizing breast feeding, “breast is best”, and extended breast feeding.  These posts are all wonderful, but they kinda make me sad sometimes.  When Ro was just a month or two old, I wrote about my dislike for breastfeeding.  Not that I don’t think people should do it, just that it was not an enjoyable, easy experience for me.  You can read the full post HERE.

    Pretty soon after that, I wrote another post entitled “A Farewell to Breastfeeding”.  It didn’t last very long for me, just under a whopping three months, and I was ok with that.  But there was/is a small part of me that is not ok with it.  A small part of me that is sad about it.  How in the world am I sad, STILL sad about something I didn’t enjoy in the first place?  I’m not sad that I don’t have any documentation of breast feeding like some women.  But I guess I wonder if getting help from a lactation consultant would have made it better, easier.  I wonder if I gave up too soon.  I wonder if I didn’t pump enough.  Maybe I should have just sucked up being too tired to clean the pump after and just pumped anyway because that’s what was best for my baby.  I wonder if I should have said no to supplementing in the hospital, even if he was jaundiced.  Maybe he got used to a bottle too soon.  But he was sick, he needed more nourishment than I was able to give or he was able to get right from the start.  Why would I deny my baby his health, his best chance at getting better faster.  I am so blessed to live in such a privileged world where I can get food for my baby elsewhere.  That I live where my baby had every opportunity to thrive and didn’t have to struggle daily to get milk.

    So what does it mean to me to be a formula feeding mom?

     It means I did the best I personally could for my baby.  It means I chose to give him a better shot at nourishment than my body could give him. It means that I chose happiness and stress free feeding for my baby.  It means I tried hard for three months, whether the outside world knows that or not.  That I researched lactation and breastfeeding until I was blue in the face. That I ate everything I could to increase my supply and it just didn’t work out for me.

    It means that sometimes I’m embarrassed when I whip out a bottle and formula dispenser and start shaking.  That whether or not it’s happening, I feel judged by other mothers.  Along with that, it also means that I’m probably getting the approval of boobie-phobes.  It means that I feel a little uncomfortable when I see breastfeeding pictures because a part of me is ashamed that I “gave up”. Not that I think they shouldn’t be posted because, by all means, go for it!  It means that I feel a little embarrassed when someone asks me if I’m still breastfeeding and I answer no.

    It also means that I was able to bond better with my child because I wasn’t stressed about latching or worried about him getting enough to eat.  That I could kiss him and breathe easier as he drank from a bottle.  It means he could calmly get nourishment rather than scream and scream hungrily while my body literally streamed milk in his face.  It means I choose try exclusively pumping to get the most breastmilk as I could for him.  It means I know that breastmilk will always be better than formula in my mind, not to mention cheaper, but I did what I could.  The first time around, with Gav, it meant that I chose to give him his best mommy by going on medication.  This time around, with Ro, it just means that my body couldn’t keep up.  And that’s ok because that is how God made me.  For my best friend, God made her to produce abundantly and that’s awesome!  I even have another friend that has had more than enough for her children and has been able to donate ounces upon ounces.

    Being a formula feeding mom, to me, means I accept that this is the way I was meant to feed my child.  It means that I am blessed to have this option.  It means that I still fully support breast feeding however, wherever, whenever it needs to be done.  It means that I’m doing MY best for MY baby and isn’t that the point?

    XO, Kelly

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    My “New” Approach to Blogging

    I mentioned this a little in my resolutions post last week and I said I would share a little more about what I meant.  So here we go!
    Why is NEW in quotations you ask?  Well that’s because it’s not a new philosophy in the blogging world.  It just new to me.  For the longest time I thought I had to post EVERY DAY.

    E   V   E   R   Y      D   A   Y

    I’ve read post after post about blogger block and “the best blogging advice” and so on.  Essentially, they all say the same thing.  If blogging starts to become an obligation, assuming this is something you do for fun, then you need to take a step back.  This was really weighing on my heart.  I felt like maybe I was just too caught up in the “I have to post. I have to post.”.  I was spending so much time at the computer that maybe I wasn’t present with Mr. G enough.  I would feel anxious if on any given day I didn’t post at all, what would happen to my numbers?  THE NUMBERS!!!

    Oh right…all those posts I’ve been reading say don’t worry about those.

    They also said the timeless classic “Quality Over Quantity”.  Hmm… These bloggers may be on to something.  But what was I going to do about any of this?

    So I prayed about it.  (Another resolution!  Bringing God into ALL aspects of my life) I prayed for God to lead me in the way I was suppose to go in this blogging thing.  Should I change my image, rebrand, again?  That just sounded like a terrible idea.  Plus, I like the whole focusing on happiness thing I have going on.  Should I just take a sabbatical, just to clear my bloggy-head.  Should I quit altogether?  Wow, that was a hard one to think about but it did seem like a real option.  But I kept hearing “Quality Over Quantity” again and again in my head. There’s so much to think about. With this being said, if I did decide to rebrand or move the platform that my blog was on, I know that I wouldn’t have to do this alone. As well as asking my friends, there are specialist companies like Hostiserver, who can take away a large amount of stress and handle the behind the scenes aspect of the blog, while you can continue with the development from the forefront of your brand. I guess this way, you won’t feel like you have to struggle and the idea of updating my blog may not be such a bad idea.

    Quality Over Quantity…

    And that’s where I am now.  I’m not quitting.  I enjoy writing too much and sharing my little creations.  I’m just posting less.  So if you want to know what to expect, here’s a run down of my blogging schedule:

    Monday – Ten Little Things
    Wednesday – Mommyhood or DIY
    Friday – Mommyhood or DIY
    Sat/Sun – Inspiration (sometimes a freebie!)

    Short and simple.  Some weeks might have 2  DIYs, a mommy post then a DIY, sometimes a Pinterest try out (Saw It, Pinned It, Tried It), and so on.  This decision has lifted a HUGE weight off my little bloggy shoulders and allows me to spend more time being present in my everyday life.

    XO, Kelly

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    A Kiss on the Forehead

    Anniversary Math
    4 years, 8 months, a handful of days, 2 apartments, 1 house, 3 job changes, and 1 amazing little boy ago I met the man I was going to marry.  That night ended just like this picture, a kiss on the forehead.  
    So many memories in our short time together but, since day one, I’ve always said that I felt like I’ve known you my entire life.  4 years, 8 months, a handful of days, 2 apartments, 1 house, 3 job changes, and one amazing little boy ago God brought you into my life and I am so glad he did.
    I love you honey! Happy Anniversary!