Very Important Background Info.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Next steps

Four and a half years ago, when I walked through the door of Thirty-One, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had been drifting from job to job for the past 8 years, hoping for a career. Unfortunately, the economy was such that I didn't have a lot of choice when it came to the companies that would take me. I was at their mercy and I was literally begging for opportunities. So, my first job out of college was in a glorified call-center for an auto glass company. I lasted a year. Thankfully, because I had two, very specific key words on my resume, I was offered a job at an auto glass distributor. I jumped at the opportunity and learned the world of shipping, logistics and inventory management. As exciting and interesting as it was, it wasn't my passion and it wasn't what I wanted to do. Thankfully, the team that I worked for knew where my heart was and really supported me as I went to school and earned my Master's Degree in Marketing & Communications. At the time, I thought that it would be the magic piece of paper that would let me into the marketing world. Instead, I found myself with "too much education and not enough experience."

After a lot of resumes, cover letters and searching, a small marketing agency in Westerville, OH took a chance on me. Desperate, I agreed to a substantial pay-cut and took an entry-level position, on a financial client (non-sexy marketing), dead set on learning about marketing and promotions. After proving myself, I was then moved onto a CPG brand, doing similar work but in a different industry. It was the early 2000's and I had a flip phone. Facebook was a thing, but it wasn't the biggest thing. Then, Twitter came onto the scene and a friend and I decided to sign up, just to see what it was all about. It turns out that signing up for Twitter was the first block of many that would begin to build my career. I didn't know it at the time, but signing up for that account was one of those pivotal moments that you look back on with relief and gratitude.

Also happening at this time, brands were beginning to cautiously embrace social media as a way to connect with their consumers. I happened to be in the right place at the right time when the CPG brand that I worked on was willing to test the waters, so suddenly I was the voice of their brand on Facebook and Twitter. Content marketing wasn't a thing. Brands didn't have a social media strategy. I came up with posts on the fly. Engagement was free. Videos and graphics weren't necessary. We just talked to people and braced ourselves for the good, the bad and the crazy. BUT - because I had chosen to embrace the newest platform...Twitter, I was given the chance to be a part of those early conversations. I absolutely LOVED it. I have a vivid memory of coming home one day and telling Nick about what I had done during the day...explaining how Hootsuite worked and how I used it to manage multiple social media accounts. He looked straight at me and said, "Honey, I think you found your passion."

After a year or so of that and around four years at the agency, I wanted a change. I wanted to see what it was like on the brand side of the business. Once again, I began a job search that took FOREVER. I applied at many places, interviewed at a few and at the end, I had two offers; one from Thirty-One Gifts and one from the previous financial client. At that point, I knew three things: 1. I wanted out of the agency life, 2. I had limited options and 3. I was ready for an adventure. So, I signed my acceptance letter and started my very brief career as the world's worst Project Manager at a company that I had never heard of in an industry that I knew nothing about. I know now that I was on a really defined path that was completely and totally out of my control.

When I walked through those doors, almost five years ago, I walked in as a drifter...with some experience, two degrees and no real career. I began working on the Project Management team, realizing quickly that it wasn't the best fit for me. I'm someone who wants to roll up their sleeves and get things done, so being in the role of "overseer" and "reporter" wasn't the best fit for me. I gave myself a year to either make a move within the company or make a move out the door. Nine months later, I was given the opportunity to take on Thirty-One's social media presence, and of course I jumped. I was the only candidate that they considered and it was all because I had managed a large community of fans in my past position....something I was invited to do because I knew how "to Twitter."

During my time here, social media has progressed at lightening speed. Things in the space continue to evolve and change. Experts come and go and networks pop up and disappear. I've been lucky to have gotten in at the ground floor of a movement and trend that doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. I started out posting things on the fly and slowly watched as the organization changed and we received more support from talented writers, designers and photographers. I watched as reach increased, peaked and declined as Facebook and other networks became pay to play. This job and company gave me a platform to educate others on the proper use of social media, opportunities that I will be forever grateful for.

Now, almost five years later, it is time for me to make another move. This time though, thanks to those experiences and challenges, I am in the driver's seat. I've become an accidental expert in the field. A marketing professional that specializes in social media. It happened so gradual, and became second nature to me, so I almost didn't realize that it happened at all. I can't begin to articulate though how appreciative I am of my newfound direction, passion and purpose. Looking back, I've seen so many "God winks," that have and continue to pave my path to my next step. I wish I could sum everything up in one word or blog post, but there aren't enough words to describe the things that I've learned or the people that I've met. I can tell you that I'm walking out the door a different person than I was when I walked in.

It would be impossible to list everything that this job has given me. I've made amazing friends, unbelievable professional connections and have had opportunities that I never even imagined. (I've also added a lot of new t-shirts and Tervis tumblers to my collection too!) I have had the chance to volunteer and give back. I've seen faith in action. I have been embraced by a community that I didn't even know existed. Have there been challenges? Of course. But without the challenges that I've worked through, I wouldn't be ready to jump head first into yet another new chapter of my life.

So to everyone that I've worked for or with at Thirty-One, past or present. Thank you. I couldn't take this next step in my career path without the kindness and patience that you have given to me. Thank you for supporting me when I stumbled, for celebrating with me when I succeeded and for all of your kind words and encouragement as I leave today tot make this next step.  I can honestly say that I couldn't have done it without you.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Mommy lost her shit

It was inevitable that I would have to be a "single parent" for a few days while my hubby traveled. In my happy unicorn wonderland though, I figured it wouldn't be until my boys turned 10, which would obviously mean that they were potty trained and semi-rational, right? Wrong. Off hubby went into the wild blue yonder (Chicago), for approximately two mornings and three evenings. I say this because those are the critical times when being outnumbered by tiny humans could prove to be problematic.

I know that my approximately 72 hours of single motherhood doesn't compare to the millions of women whose reality is solo parenting. I don't think I'm as strong as you all are, or maybe its because I don't have to be. My life, my happy bubble has been carefully designed for two parents to share the workload of potty training, sheet changing, tooth brushing, diaper changing, pump part washing, transporting and feeding. When one of those parents isn't present, I can feel a shift in the matrix and suddenly my world is imbalanced. 

This all came to a head yesterday morning when mommy lost her shit. Our mornings are usually a delicate dance of timing and partnership, with a side of pumping and nursing, which essentially puts me out of commission for approximately 40 minutes. This normally isn't an issue, since my husband is around to wrangle while I'm attached to a baby or to a pump, meaning we are getting double the morning "chores" done in the same amount of time. Yesterday morning though, after pumping and feeding and dressing my tiniest human, it was time to get the larger, louder, smellier one out of bed. As soon as he woke up, he was hell bent on doing the opposite of what I asked or told him to do. It started with waking up, then potty, then teeth, then underwear, then clothes. Finally, as I was trying unsuccessfully to wrestle him into a pair of Paw Patrol Underwear (because he wanted Mickey, duh), I lost it. I looked at my crying, squirming, fighting three-year old and screamed at him to stop it. It shocked him for a moment before he continued on his rampage, ranting about his underwear and refusing to put on shorts. After I realized what I had done, I quickly put myself in time out, giving us both time to calm down and try again.

Somehow, we managed to calm down enough to continue getting dressed and get out the door (no playtime, no backpack, no shoes and no breakfast) and move on from the morning ordeal. It was a quiet ride to the sitter's house, since we were both pissed. I took the time to reflect on my outburst and feel extremely guilty that I lost it, but very happy that I didn't rethink my stance on spanking.

However, that evening, something happened. I found my mojo. My rational brain kicked in and determined that my tiny human just needed to run out his energy. The early darkness had kicked off an unfortunate chain of events that went something like this: Tiny human doesn't get to play outside, so tiny human plays inside. Playing inside means that you can't run around like a fool to burn off your energy, so when its time for bed, tiny human isn't tired. Instead of going to bed and falling asleep, tiny human fights and fights, escaping from bed several time. FINALLY, the tiny human falls asleep...way too late, meaning that waking said human up in the morning is IMPOSSIBLE and AWFUL, kicking off a crazy ass morning of shit losing and fighting.

So. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I picked them up from the sitter and headed off to Burger King for dinner. Burger King was chosen only because our restaurant has a play land, complete with tunnels and a slide and a place to climb. After we ate dinner, we headed into the germ infested wonderland and woah was B pleased. He climbed and slid and climbed some more. When it was time to leave, he didn't fight me (ok honestly, I bribed him with a cookie). We got home and had a successful evening, which led us to a pleasant morning. 

I'm not proud of how I behaved myself in the morning, but I'm super proud of myself for adjusting my approach and learning from my mistake. It was comforting to speak to other moms who have gone through similar mornings to know that I wasn't doing things wrong or scarring him for life. In fact, I know that he forgot about the whole ordeal, especially when I told him we'd be heading to an indoor "pwayground!!!!"

So instead of focusing on my min-melt down, I'm going to focus on the fun we've been having and the fact that all three of us...and the mutt...are still alive and well, waiting for daddy to come home tonight.

Making rainbow pancakes for dinner.

Kicking me out of the bathroom, so he could do his thing.

"This is a really nice dinner, mommy."

"I have glasses."

"Fine, I'll chew this damn bone."

Pajama party! 

A moment of quiet in the morning. Two two-leggers and one four-legger in the bottom, left corner.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Nursing necessities!

I'm month four into my second term as a nursing mother. I'm proud to say that I did it for twelve full months with my first son and hope for a repeat performance with number two. Nursing for any number of months is a huge accomplishment, but I'm especially proud that I did it, and am doing it again as a full-time working momma. So, as I'm sitting here in my company's "Mother's Room" pumping away, I thought it very fitting to put together a little list of my nursing must-haves. Some of these things I figured out myself and others were from some of my mentor moms, working hard and doing what I do. So, here you go.
  1. A great breast pump. I've always used Medela. First, the Freestyle and now the Pump in Style Advanced. Having a good breast pump is crucial to maintaining your supply when you're away from your baby for 8+ hours per day. Another plus - is that I was able to grab mine for free through insurance.
  2. The Easy Expression Bustier from Medela. Just trust me, be hands-free if you can. Especially at work. 
  3. Breast milk storage bags. When all of your pumping pays off, you'll need somewhere to store that liquid gold. I love Lanisoh - the bags are large and durable, giving you room for pouring without the risk of overflow.
  4. Freezer milk storage. Last time, I kept frozen milk in the freezer, on the door. This time, I found a solution from Milkies, which is a compact way to organize and store frozen breast milk.
  5. Fenugreek. Something that I ended up figuring out on my own, with help from Google, that my milk supply would drop a bit, leading up to the start of my monthly cycle. Before I knew what was happening, it made me panic. Once I realized it, I started to load up on Fenugreek, to maintain things until it passed.
  6. Mother's Milk Tea to promote lactation. This is something that I just started drinking this time around. If I feel like my supply is lower, I have a couple of cups of this tea during the day and it seems to do the trick.
  7. Coverd Goods nursing cover. Again - there are many different types of covers, I have three that I really like and tend to rotate though. Each one is great, but so far, my favorite has been my Covered Goods nursing cover. It literally wraps around me so that my belly and back aren't sticking out. This design also reduces the risk of flashing, if baby wants to have a party under there.
I hope that this list is helpful for you or for a mom-to-be. Even though this isn't my first rodeo, I'm still learning and finding things to make this part of the journey easier for me and for my tiny human.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

"Its a 6, daddy"

Last night, I got home a little later than usual because I had some after work errands to run. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw that Daddy and B had been pretty busy. There were lots of chalk doodles on the driveway (my favorite) and the safety cones that I *ahem* acquired during college were out. I came in, unloaded and we went about our business...until Nick told me that our little 3 year old drew his first number.
Voila! The number 6! 
See that squiggle next to the number 3? Apparently B told his daddy that it wasn't "a circle, it was a 6!" And he was right! He also drew a nice and long #1, next to his 6. I was so proud of him, even though I was slightly bummed that I missed it. Its hard for me to wrap my brain around how busy B's little brain must be, but it is so, so cool to watch him start to connect the dots, right before my eyes.

Monday, October 26, 2015

B's Horse Party

In the last year or so, B's obsession with horses has reached a fever pitch. There isn't a pony ride or merry-go-round ride that ends in anything but tears and frustration. He is downright obsessed. This past summer, at Kenywood, we rode the merry-go-ground approximately 25 times throughout the day. He plays merry-go-round, rides "Daddy horse" and pretends I'm the ticket lady who gives him access to all of these rides.

So, when it came time to plan B's 3rd birthday party, it was a no-brainer. We were having a horse party. We looked around Columbus for venues to host the big event, but came up short. Many places required an age limit...problematic when the majority of the guests are 3 and under while other places were out of our price range. So, we opted for a drive out to the country to Marmon Valley Farm.

For those who haven't been there, this place is a hidden gem. They have pony and horse rides, a hayride, barn with small animals, playground, pond and plenty of room to run. In other words, this is a little kid's paradise. As a party venue, it was perfect since the cost was relatively low and we were able to bring our own food and drinks to set up in the covered picnic pavilion. The kids ran themselves silly all day long, stopping periodically for food and drinks.

As someone who loves to plan parties...specifically theme parties, I had a good time with this one. Since the farm was the perfect fall setting, I didn't need to do much decorating. Instead, I had fun with the invitations, food and the treat bags.

Invitation found on Etsy
Farm Cake, courtesy of my mother-in-law
I had a lot of fun with the treat bags. I tried my best to make sure they kept to the "Horse/Farm" theme and didn't skew too much to cowboy. Here's how they turned out:
Goodies from Oriental Trading


B was super happy with his party, he literally ran from 11:30am until 5:30pm, when he asked...in his sweetest voice, "Can we go home now?" 

The day was perfect, the leaves were colorful and the kids were tired. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Well, except maybe dinosaurs.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

My tiny human...being human

Dear B.,

You are almost three years old. Time really does fly when you're having fun, or when you're raising YOU. You are the spunkiest, smartest, craziest nut bag of a son. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it is, I'm grateful for it every single day.

As we approach the big 3, I'm seeing more and more of your HUMAN personality come out. You are so kind and thoughtful and analytical. Even when you are running laps around the backyard or screaming through the house. You like to have things put in categories, often saying things like, "mommy, you're a girl right?" or "daddy is taller than you, right?" You know a lot of things, but still look to us as the experts in whatever subject you are thinking about at the moment.

One of the biggest changes that I'm seeing in you is your ability to reason. Time-outs are starting to work and you are realizing that we really will, in fact, make you sit in a chair or that we'll take away your toy. You know that there are consequences to your actions and you are starting to make decisions accordingly. This new level of reason is adding an infinite amount of fun to our lives (and admittedly, frustration).

Last Saturday, you and I had a special date. We went to the Worthington Farmer's market to buy coffee and then to Kroger to get a few things for breakfast. You were an absolute angel. So, when Sunday morning rolled around and you asked to go to the grocery store with me, do do our regular shopping, I said yes. I'll admit it, I was so nervous. What if you went nuts? What if I was the crazy lady, pushing a cart, chasing you around the store? But then I thought, what if it went well? And decided to take the plunge.

Thanks to a really busy year, and being pregnant, I hadn't done a lot of things with just you and I. You were prone to taking off at full speed, or having a sporadic tantrum and my pregnant body didn't always handle that well. So, our outings by ourselves, just you and I, were very few and far between. Maybe that is what made me nervous, I was out of practice for long outings in a possibly "risky" situation. But, I have to say - I'm so glad that I decided to take you with me. You listened, you were quiet and you "helped" me put things in the cart. We had no meltdowns and talked a lot about ingredients and the store and the giant, metal horse that you like to visit while we're there. It was actually really fun. And really, momma is back - so if you needed to be wrestled, chased or man handled into the cart, I'm 100% back to my pre-baby self.

I hope that our grocery dates are a regular thing. It is so great to have you all to myself and to chat about what is going on in your busy little brain. I love getting to reward you for good behavior with your Kroger balloon and really am proud when you walk up and ask for it yourself, thanking the lady without me asking you to. You are still my sweet baby, but more and more, I'm seeing glimpses of the boy and man that you are going to become and I'm so very proud of you. I'm not going to lie though, I'm pretty proud of daddy and I too. We're doing this our way and doing a really awesome job. Even when sometimes it doesn't feel like it.

Love,
Momma


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

A letter to my second baby

I've seen countless letters to second children, apologetic in nature. Apologizing for more stressed out parents, less time, less money, etc. As I am sitting here, enjoying the last two weeks of my maternity leave, I want to write a different kind of letter, hopefully one that will make up for the lack of letters that I wrote to you while you were a mere fetus, instead of my beautiful baby boy.

Dear Z,

First of all, welcome to the family! Your arrival was much anticipated and planned. We wanted to add you to our crazy family of three plus a furbaby. You are such a lucky little guy because you arrived to a family who was already in a bit of a groove. What does that mean, you might ask? Well, you have a mommy who bonded a lot better with you while you were in my tummy. You have a daddy who physically and mentally helped mommy through her pregnancy and you have a big brother who is SO excited about his new role.

I'll admit it - the nine months leading up to your arrival were a lot different than with your brother. We didn't have showers (we had it all!), we didn't take classes (we got this!) and we didn't spend hours wandering around the baby stores, wide eyed and overwhelmed. We enjoyed our time together, wondering what it would be like when you joined in on the fun. We talked to your brother about his new responsibility and laughed when we thought about Chino's reaction to ANOTHER two legger.

We planned for you and wondered what you would be like. Honestly, daddy and I thought that you were going to be a girl. You were a much different fetus than your big brother and my body did things a little bit different this time. I thought a lot about you and wondered how you would make your entrance into this world. We hoped for a healthy and easy delivery and a happy and healthy baby...and were so overwhelmed when both wishes came true.

I'm proud to say that I've grown up as a wife and mommy, so our time together was fun from the start. I'll admit, I'm not a baby person...but you made it easy on me, understanding that eating and sleeping were two skills to master, ASAP.

Instead of apologizing to you for what we can't or won't do differently from your brother, I want to welcome you to our family with open arms, a happy heart and a healthy mind. I love you so much and am super pumped to be your mommy.

Love,
Momma