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10 Things Your Dance Teacher Wants You To Know

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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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My alarm clock goes off somewhere between 5:15 and 5:30 everyday.  And by alarm clock, I mean Ro and/or my phone.  Sometimes my phone will actually beat the little man to the punch but lately, it’s been Ro who wins.  I used to get some time in the morning to myself but more often than not, I have my little buddy with me.  My mornings start right away because Ro waits for no one.  Changing the diaper (if he’ll let me), getting him milk, trying to make my coffee, and sometimes getting the dishwasher emptied and filled from the night before.  Gav has always been a late sleeper so I can pretty much depend on him to sleep until 7:00 most mornings.  But before I know it, it’s out the door we go to get to school.  After drop off, it’s on to the next.

Mondays are Gymboree for Ro, Tuesdays and Fridays are workout days for me, Wednesday is small group, and Thursday is usually grocery day.  Somewhere between these things and work, Ro takes a nap and I try to do house work and any orders or projects that need to be done.  Unfortunately, Ro has been refusing a second one for awhile now so I haven’t been getting that extra time.  Three days out of the week I work at the dance studio and then there’s tae kwon do for Gav twice a week and church activities on Sunday.

Why in the world did I tell you all this?  Maybe to give myself a little perspective, maybe to cut myself a little slack?  But it’s basically to say that I’ve had too many plates spinning in the air.  That’s why I haven’t been able to find the time to sit here post about, well, anything!  That also had a lot to do with the fact that we had a computer that was 10 years old and was slowly but surely dying before my eyes.  Like seriously, that thing was on life support!  This meant that any time I wanted to post something, I would need a block of about and hour just to boot the thing up and get the page open to type.  Add another hour if I wanted to add pictures, which, of course, I do!  But I’m happy to report that we took the plunge, made the investment, and I’m posting from my shiny, beautiful, and super fast new computer!

I’ve been feeling like I’ve been drowning in “plates” and I haven’t been able to get a balance but I’m figuring it out.  I’m often asked how in the world I do it all.  I don’t.  Often times one thing gets sacrificed for another (a lot of times it’s the laundry because that requires climbing two sets of stairs) and that’s just how it is.  Sometimes I have to sacrifice a chore and the blog because I have a deadline for a shop order.  It all depends on the week but I’m starting to find a bit more of a balance.  I have a fabulous new planner (thanks bestie!) that I make a point of looking at each day.  I find little moments to brainstorm and have a nice list of ideas ready to go.  I’ve also learned the beauty of saying no.  It’s still not easy for me and I totally need to finish reading The Best Yes, but I’m working on it.  I’ve picked my plates back up one at a time and they’re starting to spin again.  I’m one of those people that likes to be busy, no idol time for this mama.  I’m ready to get back to pouring more time into this happy little space of mine.  If you’ve stuck around, you’re the best and I love you!

XO, Kelly

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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.Continue reading

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It’s Been A Minute…

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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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Hey, It’s Wednesday!

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I keep typing and deleting this post 5 million times.  At first, it was turning out to be a vent session but that’s just not me.  As I typed up all the things on my mind, including the actual pain that is, I’m pretty sure, a cluster headache, I realized how trivial and “first world problem”-y it all was.  Yeah, I have a long to do list, but I’ll get it done.  It’ll all get done.  So instead, I’m sharing a picture of my fun little faux pumpkin piece which is a result of my attempt to actually do things from Pinterest again.  You can check out my Pinterest “bucket list” HERE.

Also, pumpkin spice glazed pepitas from Target are amazing.  Run, buy some, and thank me later!  Oh fall, I’m so glad you’re here!  See…positivity. It’s a beautiful thing.

Happy Wednesday, y’all!  Keep your heads up, praise the Lord that you’re here, and bust you way through the rest of the week.  In other words…”Wake. Pray. Slay!”

XO, Kelly

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Praise, Prayers, and a Painted Rock

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I found this rock in a creek (in it’s natural state of course) while in the mountains for our anniversary trip.  I’ve always been one of those kids that collected rocks.  I’m not sure why, seeing as I was pretty much an indoor kid, but I’ve always been drawn to rocks, gems, and things of that nature. (No pun intended!) When I saw this one, I immediately wanted to keep it.  My first thought was that it would be my prayer rock.  I wanted to paint it when I got home, and it would be my physical reminder to always pray.  No matter where, no matter what, just pray.

Prayer has never been something that has come easy to me but I’ve been striving to make it a common practice throughout my day.  I kept it in my coat pocket the remainder of the trip and would hold onto it from time to time and rub it’s not completely smooth surface.  It was kind of comforting.  However, like with all things, I soon forgot about it, setting it in my side table dish.  I never painted it and it became more of a memento of our trip rather than the reminder I had originally chose it to be.  I still pray every day but not as often as I’d like my habit to be.

Then this Monday rolled around with a very harsh reminder of why I wanted that rock in the first place.

I received a call from my father-in-law as I was leaving the studio for the night and thought, I’ll call back once I’m on the road.  I don’t get good service in here anyway.  Once in the car, my mother-in-law called.  This was weird so I had a feeling something was up.  It was my husband, he was at the hospital after a t-bone collision, he was fine and just being checked out.  They we headed there to meet him.  By the absolute grace of God the accident happened to occur right in front of the main hospital in our area. He was ok and although I was worried, I wasn’t scared.  I picked up Mr. G from my parents’ house and just to make sure I was safe, my mom came with me for which I am very grateful.

As we drove to the hospital, we chatted about how crappy this was but how fortunate that my husband was ok.  Mr. G feel fast asleep.  Accidents can always be devastating and the fact that he was fine, nothing broken, completely conscious, was beyond a blessing.  We have very good insurance and all will get taken care of in time.  Then we came up to the intersection where the collision had occurred and saw blue lights and a tow truck at the gas station on the corner.  There was the car.  But the accident hadn’t occurred like I thought it had, on the passenger side.  I could tell that the driver’s side was caved in.  I lost it.

He had been hit, on his side.  His side.  Visions of what could have happened ran through my head and I began to cry.  Once I got in there, I saw my husband a got to him as fast as I could.  A little blood here and there, he had scrapes on his knees and marks where he had bit his lip hard from the side air bags deploying.  I didn’t want to hug him too tight for fear of any pain, so I did the best I could, shaking the whole time.  Once the shock wore off, we sat calmly in the waiting room while he got checked and x-rayed.  My mom and I ended up leaving before he was discharged just because Mr. G started to become restless and needed to go home.  I was comfortable leaving at that point, knowing that my husband was being looked at, had his parents to drive him home, and I had seen that he was ok.  Another major blessing in all this is how much support we have around us living 5 miles from the majority of our family.

Nevertheless, the next morning I saw my little rock sitting idly in my side table dish and immediately pick it up.  I carried it with me everywhere and plan to continue to do so.  I praise the Lord every chance I can that my husband is alive.  That he was watched over and protected in so many ways from that crash.  I’ve seen pictures of both cars and it’s just a miracle.  Also, my husband used to drive our smaller car but we’ve since switched due to mechanical malfunctions with the seat in the big car.  Basically, it won’t go up anymore so I can’t drive it anymore because I’m so short.  My husband is 6′ 2″ and had he been in the smaller car, I’m not sure what I would be writing, if I’d be writing at all.  God has a plan for us all.  Every little detail of our lives are for a purpose.  There was a reason that we hadn’t gotten the seat in the Mazda fixed yet.  This was it.

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Huge praises to the one that watches over us all and loves us as his children.  I pray to continue to pray as much as I can, whenever I can.  To pray not only when I’m upset, in distress, or simply anxious, but when I’m happy and content too.  He deserves all of our praise, all of the time.  For God is good all the time and all the time God is good.

XO, Kelly

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A Kiss on the Forehead

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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!

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The 7 Day No Makeup Challenge

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Last week I did something crazy.  I did something I never thought I could do unless I never left the house.  I went an entire week without wearing a stitch of makeup.  No consealer, no tinted moisturizer, nothing.  I went an entire week with only plain ole SPF face moisturizer and lip balm.  A whole week with my face in it’s birthday suit if you will.

I started it on a whim when I ran out of time last Monday morning and had to leave the house without makeup on.  I remembered an article I had read where a woman had done a week without makeup and I thought, “That sounds like a really hard thing to do…let’s try it!”  So, the week was chosen at random and I didn’t really have anything super important going on, no real plans.  I thought this was going to be pretty easy.  Not so.  Here’s how it went down complete with photographic, no filtered, unprocessed evidence.

Not feeling super confident but not that bad.  Just like any challenge you try, new habit you start, day one can be one of your most determined, self disciplined days.  I went to work where I teach dance so it’s not that uncommon for me not to wear that much makeup.  I forgot to put in my contacts and hiding behind my glasses made me feel better. And as you can see from my main photo, I stayed in them for most of the week.

Still, not the most comfortable but not that bad either.  I wasn’t going to work so I could dress a bit nicer and I re-straightened my hair.  I did have a play date to go to with friends I hadn’t seen since the beginning of the year but we’re all moms so we don’t judge.

Yeah…this day was harder.  Dance clothes, no hair or glasses to hide behind.  Plus, this was the day Mr. G ended up going to after hours care from coughing so much.  I was all stressed and I could just feel the pimples forming from it all.  But I got through it.  When I looked at myself in the mirror at work, giant wall to wall mirrors guys, it wasn’t as bad as I felt it was.  So there’s that…
Then I realized that Mr. G had a birthday party to go to on Saturday.  People I don’t know, a new setting, a prime “put-on-your-best-face” situation.  Greeeeeeaaaat. I considered backing out at this point.  But then again, these are people I. don’t. know.  Not that they matter any less, but when will I see them again right?

Getting better here.  Yeah I was breaking out a bit from stress but I started feeling more “eh…” about it.  I looked in the mirror and told myself that it is what it is and I’m not the only one who breaks out.  I’m not ugly because of it, it’s life.  Then, in the afternoon Hubs texted me that we were going to dinner with his parents and some of their friends on Sunday.  I think I started convulsing.  Why….why did I pick this week?!  Maybe I’ll quit now.  Saturday and Sunday I NEEED to wear makeup!! But no, I was on day 4, more than half way through, and maybe I’ll feel better on those days.  I’ll curl my hair or something.

Ah….Friday, sweet Friday!  I don’t do anything but stay home with Gavin on Fridays.  We stayed home all day, went to Walmart that evening.  This was a very easy day.  I actually felt like this weekend was gonna be no problem, I was going to do this if it killed me.

This is the morning I came 2 seconds from quitting.  I forgot to take a picture for day 5.  This was my out!  “Oh well I forgot, I’ll do it again another week.  I NEEED to wear makeup today and tomorrow.  I forgot, this isn’t quitting, I forgot so it doesn’t count anymore!”  After all that nonsense, I realized I was making excuses.  So I snapped the pic you saw for day 5 right after waking up because, let’s be honest, I didn’t look any different that morning than I did the day before.
I curled my hair, did NOT put on makeup, and went to the party with Mr. G after work. And then a shocking thing happened.  I realized that no one cares what I look like!  I mean, I KNOW the party was, of course, not about me, but I realized my feeling that I need to impress people with my appearance is just plain incorrect.

Sunday!  Day 7 and I did it!  Hair still curled from the the day before, spruced up with some dry shampoo, and my glasses.  I dressed nice and it wasn’t all that bad.  Yes, I still felt insecure at the dinner being with people who are used to seeing me with makeup but no one said anything.  I never even got the oh-so-wonderful “you look tired” comment.

So there it is, my week without makeup.  Did I enjoy my experience, not really.  Would I do it again?  UH NO.  Did I happily slap on foundation as soon as Monday rolled around again?  You betcha!
But did I learn a whole heck of a lot? Yes ma’am, I did!  I learned that I don’t need makeup like I think I do.  Half the time, people really don’t notice.  I have other qualities (and I’m not talking about my hair and glasses) that are more important.

I didn’t tell my husband about this until Sunday.  I knew what he would say if I had told him on Monday.  He would tell me he loves me just the way I am, that I don’t need makeup, I’m beautiful without it to him. And yes, this should be enough but since when does anyone, male or female, listen to their spouse/significant other the first time around?  I needed to do this for my own crazy mind.  I look at myself a little more forgivingly now.  I did tell a couple of friends so that I would feel accountable to go through with it, kind of like a diet.  You feel more inclined to stick with something if you tell people you’re doing it.

Most importantly I actually realized that the cliche “it’s ok not to be (or look) perfect” is true.  I embraced it rather than stress about it or blow it off.  Call me cliche then, if you must, but I am perfectly imperfect and that’s pretty awesome.

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It’s Always Something

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As a mother, I feel like there is always something happening to take care of or worry about.
Scratch that.
As a mother AN ADULT, I feel like there is always something happening to take care of or worry about.
**sigh**
Last week started off just fine.  I was really optimistic since it was spring break and there was so much free time to play and all that goodness.  I was super excited on Monday to get to go to an open house at the venue where my husband and I got married.  There is one every month and I’m usually working but this month I was free to go!  So, like I said, I was starting my week off optimistic.
**enter dark cloud of worry**
LM had a possible hernia.  Yes, a hernia!  What? …..UGH….
The nurse I spoke to originally thought we would need to go to the ER (**vomit**) but, after a few more questions, they ended up asking me to come in the next morning.  So boo on that but I still got to go to the open house.
The next morning we go to get LM all checked out and we were referred to a pediatric urologist for further checking and, more than likely, surgery.
Surgery? **totally cried…not gonna lie**
Good news is he’s not in pain and we could wait until Thursday.
Wednesday wasn’t too bad, nice and easy.  Played with family and such.

Thursday came  and we were off to the urologist appointment. Happy day!  No hernia!  But wait…yeah, he still needs surgery. UUUGGGGHHHH!  However, the urologist was very knowledgeable and put me (and both grandmas who were awesome and came to support us!) at ease.  As much at ease as you can be when your 14 month old has to have surgery.
Ok…now I can just relax right?  We’ll schedule the surgery and LM’s going to be fine. I can breathe now right?
NOPE! Possible tornado on Friday! WOO HOO! We all know how I feel about those beeotchs.  
Seriously?…
Luckily for me, I’d had 2 glasses of wine and had had a great day with a very good friend.  So I was totally chill about the situation, even when we decided to take shelter for a little while.

Can I breathe now?  NOOOOOO!
LM got a stomach bug.  We spent the wee morning hours and the rest of Saturday covered in throw up and trying to keep Pedialite down.
Sunday…are we good?  Yeah but I didn’t get to go to church and…..wait for it….hubby got the bug!

Now it’s Monday again and I go back to work tonight.  Ready to do it all again?
You betcha!  I’m an adult, I’m a mommy, I have to.  It’s all just part of it…..
**vomit**

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As a teacher of young children, I hear some crazy things.  They always surprise me with how sweet and insane they can be at the same time.  They are random, they are funny without trying to be, they are curious.  
Recently one of my ballerinas was waiting for class and admiring her new skirt, a very common pastime for many of my little dancers.  I told her it was very pretty and she said,” I know, it’s purple.” Her skirt was clearly pink.  
I try very hard never to say “no” or “that’s wrong” in my younger classes.  I have no problem saying no to the teenagers I teach.  But with my babies, I want to be more positive, something I learned from my mom (also a teacher of young children).  So I said, “Are you sure it’s purple?”
“Yep” was her reply.
I giggled to myself and kept going on with getting my class together.  Later, it made me think about how I sometimes second guess myself.  She was so confident, even though she was incorrect, that it didn’t matter that I knew her skirt was not purple.  In my head, I started thinking, well maybe it could be a pinkish purple.  
That’s the trick.  Be so confident in yourself that it doesn’t matter if you’re right or wrong.  Because, in the end, who cares.  Don’t second guess yourself. 
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