Out like a light

So I have been known to go through rounds of baby fever where my brain says, "sleeping in is the best," but my ovaries are like, "but lookit da widdle fat cheekies and chubchub legs!!" I'm 26, its biological and it's not my fault. Usually I just wait until my brain is functioning louder than my egg sacs and continue on with my spawn-free life. It doesn't take long. 

A friend of mine asked Lovie and I to watch their kids tonight. C is a 2.5 year old über boy, and A is a precious chunka 5-month-old bebby girl. Honestly, I thought this would be a "dear lord, I hope my uterus shrivels before I ever make one of these nights." Not because I dislike children. I just feel like two at this age spread would be difficult. C has a lot of energy and really enjoys crashing his trucks; usually into your gut. And A is a baby. Poop, eat, cry. 

It was incredibly stressful. A is normally very calm, hardly makes a peep. She wouldn't. Stop. Crying. The down from the gut, to the top of the lungs, actual flowing tears crying. Jon got her to sleep then as soon as she went down into her bassinet she popped awake and freaked out. It went on long enough that C started saying, "will that noise stop? It's really scary!" Poor thing. That's in addition to C being a little ball of boy energy already, so he's running around crashing his ambulance into our legs and stuff. He's not a bad boy, he's just two and a half. (Moms, how do you do this x100 every day?!!!!) 

Eventually A got out a bunch of huge burps and passed out. So I sat in the rocker with her for about an hour. Despite the shrieking from before, and her brother being a little bundle of lightning, I was kind of in heaven. Watching her perfect little peaceful sleeping face and the occasional gasps of air, it was so peaceful that my ovaries were like, "SEE?! You want thiiiiiis!" 

And I finally get around to putting her in the bassinet without her waking up, and her brother is coming up the stairs and says, "I'm sleepy. Can I go to bed now?" Like... what? 

Long story short: I still have baby fever and I really, really need to wait until my brain starts being louder than my reproductive organs again. 

Ava Anderson Non Toxic

I am so excited! For a long time now, my coworker has been talking about Ava Anderson products this, Ava Anderson products that, and I ignored her. She invited me to a handful of the parties she hosted and gave me catalogs that I never looked at. Then a good friend of mine invited me to an Ava party, and I said sure. After all, even if I didn't buy anything at least I was hanging out with people I know and like. I decided to buy a small handful of products, and on Tuesday they arrived. By Wednesday morning I was 

Obsessed. Yes. If you think I'm kidding, look at it this way: I'm already so in love with it that less than a week after attending my first Ava Hour, I am an independent Ava Anderson Non Toxic consultant!

Okay, yes, it's like a Pampered Chef or Silpada or Lia Sophia party. But it's better. Why? I've already talked in this blog about trying to go without shampoo, and why I stopped using products with parabens in them. Ava Anderson is a 6-year-old company founded by a 14-year-old in 2009. She did research on the toxins in body products in America and wanted something better. When she couldn't find it, she made it. Love it. 

Not only does she have body products, but she's got a kids line, hair, men's, sun, home, pets, auto.... It's amazing. Most products are multi-use too. Like the pet shampoo is actually great for people too. The diaper rash cream is fantastic to spot treat acne. 

One of the mission statements off of the Ava website is, "we don't tell you this to sell product. It's to educate people to take control of their health." I might be paraphrasing. Long story short, I will be booking parties as soon as I host my AvaLaunch parties in the next few weeks. But I am so excited to be getting involved with a product line that I can be excited about and believe in! 

Creative outlet!

Really, this was supposed to be my creative outlet. I enjoy writing. At least most of the time. But lately my fingers have been itching for something a little more... I don't know what the word is. So I went and bought a fantastic coloring book for adults from Michael's. I love it. But that makes my hand exhausted, coloring in all the teeny tiny pieces for several hours at a time. So I started using watercolors! 

And sharpies. Back in August I bought a cheesey $2 watercolor palette on a whim while I was making a grocery store run. It was nothing special but I have really been wanting to use it. So I asked my boss if I could take some leftover matting material and got to work!

I know I'm not super talented, but it's been pretty fun. It's cool working with a completely new medium. Other than making a giant mess with them as a child, I've never worked with watercolors. I've been trying to find a medium that I'm halfway decent with. I feel like for a start I'm not doing too badly!

I've clearly got some work to do with the sharpie too, but I like the dimension it adds to the delicate colors. And they're all for sale! I have them on my etsy (xheatherlacex.etsy.com) so hopefully someone will like one of them enough to buy it. 

This lobster, my husband pointed out, isn't exactly anatomically correct, but hey, I need to start somewhere. It's not like I was sitting at the grocery store drawing one from a model! 

This ladybug isn't anatomically correct either. Their top hats are usually much bigger. Not so comically small.

So if any of these are interesting to you, check out my etsy! Check back now and again too, because I plan on doing more.

Just some whining and rambling.

So I've been missing for a while. I worked a booth at RI Comic Con over the previous weekend, so I worked 12 days straight, with three at Comic Con being an enormously exhausting waste of time. So I'm not sure if it was being overworked or if it was having such an awful time at Comic Con, but I had the worst week last week. Debated calling out of work every single morning. Didn't get out of bed until 10 minutes before I was supposed to leave on Thursday. Had some small personal drama that was likely amplified in my mind by my exhaustion. It was just long and awful. 

I do think that I may have snapped out of it though. I think a good indicator of whether I'm having a good week or a bad week is whether or not I've managed to prep my food for the next day. Is that weird? All last week I had zero mental fortitude and couldn't bother making food or packing a lunch. I'm not sure that I prepped the coffee pot either. It's Sunday, which is usually the hardest food prep day because it involves planning my food and (ugh) grocery shopping. I hate grocery shopping. In fact, I kind of hate that we need to eat to be healthy. I wish I could photosynthesize. But I did it nonetheless. 

I always make sure that I have a hard boiled egg to eat sometime mid-morning. I try to make sure I've got fruit for any snacking needs. I love sweet things and for me, a pile of clementines will do the job just as well as a Hershey bar. Though if Hershey bars are present, they should be heavily guarded. I am a chocolate fiend. So I've got three clementines. I've also got pummelo wedges. Price Rite has enormous pummelos so I eat a quarter a day. Or maybe I'll eat another quarter when I get home. It depends how I feel. And this week I finally got around to using my avocado before it went bad and made quinoa with avocado, halved tiny tomatoes, black beans, and Cain's White Balsamic & Honey Vinaigrette. 

Sometimes I put diced red onion but I didn't feel like it today. But the dressing is very important! 

I've tried substitutes but nothing has quite had the right zing yet. Also if you feel like the quinoa isn't up to par for you, you can add shredded chicken or shrimp and it's also pretty bomb that way, too.

So my lunch bag all packed up is 1 egg, 3 clementines, a quarter of a pummelo wedged up, and my quinoa junk. I think I have a thing for citrus. (If you're wondering, a pummelo is like a really delicately flavored grapefruit. It's a lot less tart, no sugaring needed!) 

Anyway, I mostly felt like, since I've only had the blog a couple of weeks, I couldn't start neglecting is already. So here it is; I had a horrible week last week, but the one ahead is already looking better. I know this because I actually prepped and packed my lunch. I guess it's the small things in life.

#SkyPirateLunchSack

The search is back on.

Contrary to popular (read: my sister's) belief, I'm not some hippie, all-natural, granola person. If you are, that's fine. I prefer natural solutions, hence why I tried (and failed) to make my own deodorant, why I use coconut oil for everything, and refuse to buy pre-marinated meat at the grocery store. But I don't define myself by those parameters. I still eat chips that come out of a bag, enjoy Hershey bars, and really hate vegan ice cream.

The point is, I try to be aware of what I put in and on my body. I randomly developed a walnut allergy in my early 20s but I still have trouble remembering to search for tree nuts in ingredient lists. However, I never forget to check my skincare ingredients; until now, and I'm really annoyed about it. Why?

Methyl and propylparaben. Really? Come on. And I had to go online to find the ingredients because they weren't listed on the bottle. They were possibly on the box that I immediately threw in the recycle bin, but I don't remember.

Now, I'm not an esthetician nor a dermatologist. I'm just a nerd that has sat through a couple of skincare seminars. I don't know what all of those things are but I DO know that there are three types of parabens and two of them are in my lotion. 

I'm attending an Ava Anderson party next week, so hopefully I'll learn something new about skincare/body products and find something for keeping my face properly hydrated. 

I had so much more to say on this subject, but honestly, I've been prepping for RI Comic Con so I'm exhausted and braindead. Thinking about parabens makes me feel like I've been squishing cancer on my face and that makes me sad. 

This is what lotion full of parabens might as well be. Yuck. Next product, please!

 

Dry Sponge

Every beauty magazine ever will always tell you that the key to beautiful skin starts with moisturizer.

Obviously. 

It's a rare bit of advice that I have actually been following for a long time. Because of my work I have incredibly dry hands, as well. Dry to the point of being painful every time I wash my hands. So my go to was Aveeno, like it is for many people. 

It is also impossible to find a humorous picture of Aveeno. I tried for like, three minutes.

Aveeno was my go-to, all-purpose skin savior. I might as well have bathed in it. I have a bottle in my bathroom, bedroom, car, purse, and at work. Hands, body, face. Yeah. My face. 

Then one day I was doing research on coconut oil (which I use to remove my makeup at the end of the day) and some blog or another said how great it is, but be careful because it's not noncomedogenic. Words we all know, but suddenly it occurred to me that I wasn't entirely sure of their definition. 

Coconut oil is comedogenic. Usually when things are NONcomedogenic it says so right in the bottle. Aveeno is dermatologist recommended, it has to be noncomedogenic, right? RIGHT?!

No. In fact, it is comedogenic. Pore clogging, blackhead causing, skin suffocator. On. My. Face. 

No wonder the pores on my nose look so revolting all the time! Auuugh! But I was terrified. That meant that I would have to 1) pay for a separate lotion specifically for just my face.  I'm a cheapskate. I'm sorry. I like to pretend that it's frugality but secretly I know better; and 2) would have to try new products until I found one that worked for me.

My skin is the definition of an English rose. Pale porcelain with naturally pink cheeks. It's so sensitive that the least deviation from stasis sends my face into a tailspin. Red, dry, scaley patches, or cystic zits, or crazy overproduction of oil. It's very annoying to search for products that work on my skin. Once, a pal of mine gave me an expensive MAC facial cream that was heavenly, until my entire forehead scaled and peeled off. 

I've tried a handful of things ranging from "Oh god, why would someone put this on their face?!" to "This is so expensive, why would anyone pay that much for this?!" I think I've finally found a nice middle ground. Guess where I got it? If you said anything other than Target, then you haven't learned a thing about me since I've restarted blogging all of a week ago.

So the winner is: 

I can't believe the answer has been so simple all along. I've been using it about a week and a half by now. My pores looked infinitely better within two days. My nose isn't nearly as oily as I've been accustomed to. The dry spots on my face I think are still acclimating, but they're not flaking, not red, not itchy. It's amazing! I know adding a facial moisturizer isn't really that much of a change in my beauty routine, but I still didn't want to. I am so happy I did though. My face is happier. All because I had the sudden realization that the word "noncomedogenic" actually has a definition.