Seriously folks. This is my jam.
Fifteen minute project = yield x 50.
Here's the recipe to my best ever "Mistletoe Lip Balm":
Makes approx. 50 chapsticks.
50 empty Chapstick Tubes (Amazon Prime)
Double boiler situation
Plastic Syringe (10ml preferred)
7.5 TBS Shea Butter (Amazon Prime)
6 TBS Beeswax (Amazon Prime)
5 TBS Coconut Oil (Amazon Prime)
20 drops Vitamin E Oil (Trader Joes)
20+ drops Peppermint Essential Oil (Anywhere)
20+ drops Eucalyptus Essential Oil (Anywhere)
(Add any essential oils your like to your desired level of smell/flavor.)
Melt together in a double boiler over medium heat. Stir constantly. Leave on low heat as you fill the tubes.
De-cap chapstick tubes and line them up. Each one holds approx. 5ml.
Fill syringe from the double boiler. Slowly fill tubes. Let harden. Re-cap.
Wrap with a piece of washi tape if desired. Package if you're feeling fancy.
Anybody want to make a round with me? I'm obsessed!
As I explained to Axel the other day - a hole-in-the-wall is a place that doesn't exactly look appealing. It's often run down - likely wouldn't pass a visit from the health inspector - yet it's the place that hits-the-spot like no other.
We've found it! We bought it! It makes us giddy on so many levels - and we're even making progress on the whole "health inspector" standard.
Here are a couple of first looks at Camp Hole-in-the-Wall. Now featuring "fewer critters," the same amount of "paneling" and lots more "love."
We hope you'll visit soon!
If you haven't been to the Faribault Woolen Mill, you are missing out. If you haven't experienced their warehouse sale...with two kids under 5 and no giant bags...you're probably still sane.
This weekend the mill is having their warehouse sale and through wind and rain Ollie, Otto and I made it down the HWY35 corridor to the most beautiful site on earth. WOOL!
No clue what I was after and with Christmas on the brain I figured this was my one stop shop.
It went like this.
Me: (thought) Full parking lot.
Me: (thought) On no.
Me: Ollie, prepare. We're going in.
Ollie: This is taking too long.
(Observe) A sea of people dressed in plaid...sitting on piles of blankets, digging through bins - endless bins - no other strollers.
Me: Ollie stay here.
Find a camp in which to ditch baby, stroller, 4-year-old and acquired future-heirloom-blankets.
Scurry like Cinderella's mice to find the perfect Christmas gifts for everyone on my list.
Me: Ollie put these in a pile and guard them.
Ollie: This is taking too long.
When the mound was larger than said 4-year-old I decided to stop.
Looked up. The front of the warehouse may as well have been 1 mile away. Getting the entire show there seemed insurmountable.
Me: Ollie, snow plow.
Watched him slide everything in plastic across the bare wooden floor. Carried the rest.
Pay the lady, be helped out to the car by fellow hippies in plaid. Make plan for next year.
The result: total blanket envy. Act surprised my lucky peeps.
I told Axel I didn't have time to pull together a Harry Potter costume. I told him he needed to choose from something we already had.
"That's ok Mom," he said. As he waved the wand he bought for $3 at the book fair.
The kid wanted to be a character from a book. A series we've been reading together for the last 2 years. I didn't have time to find a pair of round glasses?! Right...sometimes there just aren't enough hours for everyone.
Today I stopped at Target for last minute preparations when I happened to stroll through the Halloween clearance.
Sticking out from the rack - amidst a bunch of crappy costumes - stood Harry Potter. Just one of him. In Axel's size. It included the spectacles.
Bought it! I did have time for him after all. He's my main man. Always will be.
I am Otto. Two Months old. I enjoy being held, sleeping while in someones arms and convincing people to hold me.
While being slightly concerned about my receding hairline I find it easier to hold my head up without the friction of the wind blowing through all that baby hair. My big person locks will soon fill in and I'll have to consider a more serious shampoo regimen.
Sleeping is on my terms and preferably with a solid bathroom fan running in the background.
If you ask me - the 3rd time's a charm. Mom and the three "dads" think I'm the hottest ticket in town.
Here's looking at you, world.
This back to school season Friday fun day is more like Friday flop day. I find with 3 kids and 5 schedules we hit the end of the week a bit flat.
With Ollie-Boo under the weather I thought we'd all take a "personal day" and stretch out a bit. Easing into the weekend at more of a jog than a sprint.
We found the woods. It's been a bit soggy and we've had to keep our new "school shoes" to the path. Today we ventured a bit deeper to breathe in the decomposition and all things lovely that are Minnesota Fall.
I love fall photo sessions! Looking to get a family pic for your Christmas card? I'd love to help you with that.
School pictures of your sweets uninspiring? I can help with that too.
In order to take 3 boys to an apple orchard...1 must be sleeping, fingers should be kept clear of car doors, there must be food.
Taking selfies with a 35mm fixed - that's the challenge!
Happy picking Minnesota. Go (boy) crazy!
Seems like less than a blink and more than a lifetime all at the same time.
Lots of moving parts around our house. These are a few of my favorites.
My kids are different. From each other. I expected them to be alike and they aren't. Not even close.
Two of them argue constantly. One of them isn't big enough to challenge the first two. He will. It will happen. Some day they will all disagree on which power ranger is the baddest. It won't be long until I can here "that's mine" in three different voices.
At times when all five of us are screaming – trying to claim more square footage than we should – my boys find moments to connect. They almost crave each other at times. These fleeting glimpses of utopia are what keep me sane.
Raising boys is a circus act. Taming the lion while walking a tightrope on the back of an elephant – not to mention the protestors and the haters right outside the tent.
They are tender. Boys. It's hard to remember that sometimes. Even Power Rangers give kisses to babies.
I love this picture of big, tough Ollie. How paternal he is with his left hand keeping the baby so safely on the couch – and then with the other hand he plays with his own feet like the toddler that he technically is.
I wrote Otto's birth story to share with y'all. I wanted to set the record straight about the "new cesarean," about bravery and about section-stigma. I had so many words down on paper.
This isn't that draft of the story. This is the one where I say all that matters about the birth of Otto.
I watched him be pulled from my body by the seat of his birthday-suit. I, for the first time, witnessed a tiny boy that I had grown become part of a much bigger world.
As the cord that tied us together pulsed for the last few times I held his hand from the opposite side of a clear drape.
Most importantly I held him. First. I got to be first this time.
Otto – you are loved.
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