I recently graduated from my 200-hour yoga teacher training and I love, love , LOVED every moment of it. The good, bad, and ugly. The following video is NOT good yoga instruction, alignment, sequencing or any of that. It is simply a supportive husband and fun-loving son always up for helping mommy play around with whatever ideas in her head she wants to try out. We always have a blast together. I wish the ending had recorded because it went a lot more smoothly, but alas…I had no idea the computer was closed following the juice break (and spill). Does your home practice sometimes look like this with little ones around? I do hope to one day not neglect this blog so much and update it with more homemade recipes, practical essential oils tips, plus incorporate yoga and meditation. After all, it’s a hodge podge of natural living, healthy wellness
I’ve said it before, how New Year’s Eve is my least favorite holiday. I suppose it is the vibe where folks feel obligated to look back on their year and also make new promises to themselves for the new year as if it’s some magical day of the year. I get the impression that people fake happiness for this day more than any other. Have you ever seen those countdown programs on TV?! Those smiling, dancing people freak me out. If this holiday DOES work for you, that’s wonderful! Absolutely keep on loving it, reflect and resolve away! It IS fun to dance and celebrate, I get that. I just feel too forced to do it on New Year’s personally, but respect that other people absolutely resonate with this time of new starts. I mean no offense to New Year connoisseurs; different strokes are a beautiful thing! But if you
My husband (and father of my child) is apparently deeply in love with a woman. She must be pretty special. I mean, he sees her every day and tells her how much he loves her. He even cooks her dinner and always tells her how beautiful he thinks she is. This woman gets “no reason” flowers on occasion and “just because” slow dances in the kitchen. When she’s having a bad day (or year), he is there to hug and support her. His text messages are filled with her number; just checking in or letting her know he much he can’t wait to see her later. It’s hard for them to go out together often, but he has so much fun with her when they do. My husband mostly just loves hanging out with her, simply watching TV and falling asleep together. He says they are soulmates. Doesn’t she sound like an incredible woman?
Today my husband went to visit his mom (Mimi) and took our son along so that I could have an ENTIRE day to myself. A dream come true! Just what I had been wanting! Here’s my chance! This is going to be awesome! …What do I do though?… I have no freaking idea. How come it is so easy for me to think about what I would TOTALLY do right now if I could, on the majority of the past two years as a stay-at-home mom? Now here it is and I stumble to figure it out. The main reason I am putzing around at home without a plan is because I basically exhausted myself thinking of all the possibilities before I even got out of bed. I was giddy in anticipation last night. Oh boy, I can blog and watch some TV! Yes, I can finally clean up without anybody around.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated/compensated by PiYo, Beachbody, Shakeology, or any of the programs mentioned in this post. I simply want to share my honest exercise experience with my readers. Plus one person will win a giveaway from my coach to try it for themselves. The only exercise I’ve mentioned on this blog up until now has been yoga. I am very passionate about my yoga journey which began as super gentle as I healed from that whole mess of mine and has grown into a now (mostly) daily practice. For me, it is the perfect workout as my entire body benefits, as well as mind and spirit. I slowly felt stronger and more confident to try various styles of yoga, even aerial, and incorporated the occasional Pilates class. So when I heard about PiYo as a dynamic combination of Pilates and yoga…I had to try it and shake things up a bit! PiYo is a unique workout
Being a mom is hard, no matter how you slice it. It is even harder when you don’t feel well. A story about cloth diapers and postpartum depression is an oddly difficult tale to tell, but, alas…it is my personal story. It is a tale I wish had been different, but can only accept and find solace in sharing with others. My transition to motherhood was a very rocky one. I’m fairly certain that it is not perfectly easy for any mom, although that illusion is often in place around us. It is a charade that led me to feel inferior since I did not gracefully become a mom. At all. I tripped, stumbled, and barely treaded water for over a year. My son and I struggled to connect, my husband had to take care of both of us, and my life was challenged in ways I never imagined.
Thanks for checking out my blog which has won its first award! I’m so excited to be accepting this as I grow my crunchy little database here. Liebster Award Thanks to Amy at The Starving Artist, Odds & Evans has been nominated for a Liebster Award! It’s an award for new bloggers who have under 200 email followers to help them get the word out about their work. What’s also fun, is that everyone who gets nominated, is then asked to nominate 11 others! To accept the award, the nominee must answer eleven questions posted by the person who nominated them. So here goes! Interview with Amy: Why and how long ago did you start blogging? I created my website in January of this year, so about ten months. I’ve only been posting more regularly, however, for the last four months. What one word sums up the heart of your blog and why? Homemade. Whether its homemade recipes of
Today at 2:02 this morning, my sweet son turned TWO years old! We celebrated our big boy last weekend with a construction-themed birthday party because I knew he would “dig” it 😉 Here was the invitation I made: Then I ordered (affiliate links) these child construction hats from Amazon which were perfect additions to favor bags in the “Hard Hat Area”. The week of the party, I used markers and construction paper to make some fun signs to hang as decoration. Also had a “Children At Work” sign downstairs in the playroom, but no photo of that. For the “Hammer Time” area, I wrapped florist foam blocks in woodgrain contact paper. Turfdaddy brought home some golf tees from work, and I found some cheap toy hammers. It was a hit (literally!) and usable again and again. I put two lines of yellow duct tape down a black tablecloth to make a road for
This weekend at our local farmers’ market, I was thrilled to see sign-ups for two things: the winter CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) program and the Thanksgiving pastured turkey order sheet. Yippee! Full Cellar Farm is our favorite nearby farm in Maryland to support [I’ve mentioned them in my commentary about the Standard American Diet (SAD) before and I often hashtag them with my weekly haul on Instagram]. They are not an organic farm (because there are a lot of expensive and ridiculous hurdles to go through to simply use the O-word), however they follow all the farm practices we believe in/look for. The farmers’ markets in my area will stop happening in early-to-mid-October as the weather changes. Thankfully, we do not have to go all winter long without fresh fruits, vegetables, meats, and eggs (sometimes, depending on the chickens) due to Community Supported Agriculture programs. CSAs are a popular way for consumers to directly
Happy World Breastfeeding Week to all! Whether you breastfed for any length of time, if at all, the goal of WBW is to “protect, promote, and support breastfeeding worldwide”. From August 1-7 each year, photos abound of nursing babes and moms in various forms to lend support to the idea of a global breastfeeding culture filled with education and support for all-things-lactation. I recently aimed to join in this celebration by sharing photos of my breastfeeding relationship with my almost-two-year-old son, so I went in search through our photos since birth. I had anticipated I would find a few and share one each day on my Facebook – no big deal. Well, in true-to-form Mandy Evans fashion, I soon realized this wouldn’t be as straightforward as I imagined. Of course complex emotions quickly clouded this simple goal and I couldn’t stop the BITTERSWEET reflections that flooded me. In looking for a short story of my