Thursday, March 21, 2013

A little Facebook guilt

Why is it in our nature to compare ourselves to everyone around us?  We get so down on ourselves because we don't seem to be as amazing as another.  They seem prettier, skinnier, happier, richer, more blessed, more exciting, they seem to have more friends, they seem to be a better parent or spouse, they have a better job or a bigger house...the list goes on and on.



I have noticed a few comments on Facebook lately that just fuel this idea.  I have known plenty of friends and family who have canceled their accounts because of the constant reminder of how awesome others' lives are.

This makes me sad.  Not that I care whether or not someone is on Facebook, in fact, there are plenty of times I want to cancel as well, but my reasons are different and I'll save that for another time....

What makes me sad is, that we as humans have such a hard time being thankful for what WE have, rather than always wanting what OTHERS have.  I, of course, am guilty of this blunder.

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” 
― Epicurus


If we could only understand how special each and every one of us is.  If we could but look in the mirror every day and see what our (young) kids see, what (hopefully) our spouse or parents see, and most importantly, what God does see, we just may have a better outlook on our life in the present.

So you may not bake like your neighbor, or fit in her jeans.  You may not throw the most amazing party for your kids or give them all that you might want to.  You may not get out of your pj's until 2:00 in the afternoon or take a shower that day.  You may not have the cleanest house or yummiest dinner on the block....

But, guess what,  I know that you have plenty to offer.  You are the only you there will ever be.  You are the only one that will be able to do what only you can do.  So find out what makes you special and be happy for it.  Be grateful you are not like everyone else.

No one has a perfect life.  No one is always happy.  No one has everything.  So don't compare yourself to something that is impossible to obtain.  The only person you should compare yourself against, is YOU.

Be the best YOU, you can be.  Be the better today than you were yesterday.

“We should certainly count our blessings, but we should also make our blessings count.” 
― Neal A. Maxwell


Lots of love,
Niki

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Little Warm Water

Okay, so I will say that I am a little upset that I didn't know this with my first or second child.  I remember Hannah having tummy troubles when she was very small and I didn't know any tricks of the trade.

I would try to sooth her and help her all that I could, but she pretty much just had to work it out on her own.  

Then we had Lia, and I learned that there was something called Mylicon.  This is a wonder solution, you give your newborn a couple of drops and it works almost every time for their little gas pains and issues.

But there are those times that is doesn't work.

Then Eva came along and the Mylicon didn't work as well.  Luckily, I was able to talk with a very experienced mother when Eva was having a very hard time and she shared a piece of "gold" info with me.  

 And I feel that this piece of "gold" needs to be shared.  

The other night, Jared was having a very hard time and nothing was working.  So I decided to use this amazing piece of advice: "give him 2 ounces of very warm water".  The water needs to be REALLY warm, but...
PLEASE, PLEASE make sure it isn't too warm.


Yep, that is it.  Very warm water.

So, I got the bottle just right in temp, by testing it on my wrist and went right to work.

Jared was a little shocked with the temp, but drank it right down with a look of, "Thank you" on his face.  His tummy was soothed immediately, he was able to pass that all too uncomfortable gas that plagues so many little ones and went right to sleep.

Baby was calm and mommy was happy.

Both were then able to go back to sleep.

lots of love,
Niki