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Friday, May 23, 2014

The Lies of Lyme

So this is my experience with Lyme (disclaimer: I am not a doctor or any type of expert and I am not trying to be a downer on the Friday on Memorial Day weekend so please consider this more of a public service announcement to save you a trip to Google): 

Both Niko (2 years ago) and now Sophia have been diagnosed with Lyme disease. I feel there are some myths and lies about it so I wanted to let you know from first hand experience what to look for and what to let go of guilt about. Like hourly full body cavity searches. 

Lie #1: Look for a deer tick.

I never found a tick on either one. This has made me feel like THE WORST MOMMA EVER. Because you read these things about the tick needs to hang out on you for 36-48 hours or something insanely ridiculous that you think you would notice but the little bastard tick can be a small as a poppy seed and well I've gone a day not realizing that the milk was sitting out on the table (maybe 2) so I think we need to let go of the guilt of not noticing something so freaking small especially when it is on a clothed child with an endless number of hiding spaces. 

Lie #2: Look for a bulls eye marking.

I only found a bulls eye on Niko, never on Sophia. And the bulls eye can fade. So if you see one take a picture to show your doctor. Niko's was gone within 12 hours. I think I even noticed his because my boys tend to be naked more often then my girls. Bulls eye markings don't even always appear. Guilt lifted. 

Lie #3: The blood test will reveal a positive result.

I just read that up to 50% of of the patients tested for Lyme disease receive false negative results. 50%. Tell your doctor your symptoms and/or your child's symptoms. Fight to be their best advocate. Catching early is key to preventing long term effects (Google that at your own risk; too much information isn't always a good thing; just go to the doctor early and speak up for treatment love). 


Flu-like symptoms, high fevers, headaches, fatigue. And the big one for us was that both of them complained of joint pain in their knees. That was the big sign. Not just my knee hurts. It was an internal, my knees can't bend they are in so much pain to the point of tears and requests to be carried because it was so difficult for them to walk. Lyme can look like a variety of other illnesses and viruses- it is a great imitator so if you or child has any of the above symptoms, please please get checked out. 

Sophia is getting better and has bursts of being her energetic full of fire self but it can go in waves where she just crashes and needs to lay down, especially late in the day. Niko two years after treatment is our fastest runner in the crew. He can play sports all day and night and rarely seems to ever get fatigued. I feel he shows what early treatment can accomplish. 

I don't put long pants and long sleeves on my kids to play outside in the summer like most things you read say to do. That's just mean. I think that would be letting fear win. I want them to love nature and live to not be afraid of it. It is a balance of knowing the risks and rewards.  It is a wild world we live in but it is one worth living out loud in. Just give them a little once over at night (remember that there's a difference between checking them and obsessing over them). You should show them that summer is happy too and embrace it. How many carefree childhood summers does one truly get in life? 

Be barefoot. Run through sprinklers. Climb trees. Roast marshmallows. Drink out of the hose. Throw on a some sunscreen and some insect repellent and let your kids be kids. 

Happy summer everyone...


And if you want to read more about Lyme- here is one of the best articles I have found-  Top Ten Tips to Prevent Chronic Lyme Disease. Cheers. 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Let's Spray Paint the Hell Out of a Doormat

I'd have to say that there is a third type of woman: a goddess who likes to spray paint doormats. This girl likes to spray paint everything so why should a doormat be left out? This is a crazy easy project for a doormat that is need of some love and can be completely customized however you fancy.

The Players:

-Ugly, neglected doormat in need of some character
-One can of all purpose/surface spray paint in the color of your choice
-One can of matte clear all surface spray paint
-One wooden letter of your choice (or you could use a few letters- why not? Go wild with it); I found the "M" I used at Michaels but I have also seen some smaller ones at Paper Source; Etsy is also a great source for some beautiful ones

The Game:

This is so easy, I'm pretty sure actual words need not be typed to get the idea across but I've recently cleaned up a lot of vomit (not mine; those little angel children again) off of our couch and I think that it is important that I find some wit inside of me again.

Oh honey. You either need to be cleaned or get a facelift. Facelift it is.

What's happy about this font of "M" is that it also looks like the University of Maryland's "M" and that is my husband's alma mater. Win-win baby. Seriously Terps, could you get some more wins next season please? We have your M as the entrance to our home for heavens sake.

You can lay out tape in any fun way. I kept it basic because this was our first attempt and I had those small fingers assisting me. I was also out of painters tape but masking works in a pinch.

Go bat shit crazy with spray paint.
This is my brand of preference. Bonus that it is red for those Terps. And red is my favorite color.
It makes me feel like a goddess while cleaning up bodily fluids.

I used two coats of red and once it was completely dry I topped it off with clear spray paint to protect it. Here is the final product, slightly worn in and imperfect but that is really what makes a home a home anyway...

Welcome to our home of color and M's. Please have some wine.
And the painted M also looks happy hanging on a door.
M for Master of Spray Paint. Or Moore. Whichever. And M upside down is of course W for Wine. Together we have Moore Wine.
And what a fabulous reminder of all things important when we head out the door.

Until the next project or tangent...
Cheers to you-

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

What NOT to Get Her for Mother's Day

I know you mean well. You really do. Your soul is in the right place. You just don't know what to get for the woman that has either brought you into this world or brought your children into this world. Either way, she is amazing and she has made sacrifice after sacrifice for you. And now you realized mother's day is this weekend and you are without a gift. So you want to make an impulse purchase at the front of a store largely marked "MOTHER'S DAY GIFTS!". Surely the front of the store motherhood display wouldn't lie to you or steer you in the wrong direction. I have to let you in on this: they lie. Those bastards. They mislead you at your last minute moment of desperation and weakness. Here I will reveal their lies. Pay attention baby, that woman loves you more than anything. Ever. You don't have to give her diamonds, just don't give her something she's going to want to sell at her next yard sale. This is my gift to fabulous mothers everywhere...

What NOT to Get Her for Mother's Day

  • Any jewelry that combines Mom and a heart.

This is the work of someone who has no heart.
Most likely thousands of these are purchased every year but I have yet to see a woman wearing one out in public outside of mother's day itself.
Spend that $20 on a gift card to a coffee shop. Or just buy vodka.

  • Anything that resembles a jaguar walking through a rain forest.

WTF? This was shown as a mothers day gift in an ad I just looked at.
Is this what you want me to wear when I take you to the mall?
Please don't do it. Don't.
Buy wine instead.

  • Any fragrance that you don't want to smell yourself.

Please sniff before purchasing.
You know I'm going to put it on with that new jaguar shirt when I take you and your friends to the mall.
Why don't you and your siblings pull some money together to buy something badass like this:
No you can't borrow them.

  • Anything in plush form.

If you tell me I'm the world's greatest in a pink plush pillow, please be prepared that I might
just smother your face with it.
Or am I...
No I am. For real. If you get me that please just be sure that it comes with a day's supply (now I'm kidding- buy several days) of bloody marys because I am definitely going to want to pass out on that pillow. A win-win for everyone.

  • An I.O.U.

A note like this is bullshit.
Mothers day is in May every single year.
Does Santa leave an I.O.U.?
Didn't think so.
How about a day at the spa? Or mimosas? Or a card that is so sweet it could be my facebook status?

You got this baby. Simple pleasures. And a side of alcohol.
Happy mother's day to all you amazing mommas out there. 
Cheers (you deserve it)...