Thursday, November 20, 2014

flying west

Warning: this post is sure to be rambling and wordy and possibly tear-stained.

I have to start talking about this because I am still in a sort of state of shock. Maybe sharing it here, with all of you, will make it seem more real. I'm not quite sure I want it to seem more real. Maybe I can live in my comfortable bubble of denial a bit longer.

No? You're right. I have to talk about it.

Jim, the kids, and I have made a big decision. We are moving out of our little house, the only home our kids have ever known, away from (most of) our family and friends, out of this beloved state of mine, thousands of miles west, to California.

Yes. Jim got a new job and we are moving. To California.

There. I said it.

It still doesn't seem real.

This will all be happening rather quickly and I am sure I will be sharing more as I know more. We won't actually move until sometime after the New Year. Right now we are in the process of putting our house on the market, which is something I have never done and is extremely overwhelming.

For now I just want to enjoy the holidays and spend as much time as possible with my friends and family.

At some point, I will have to put the blog on the back burner for a while and focus on packing and moving and getting settled in an entirely new city. I won't have all my clothes for outfit posts or crafting supplies for DIYs or food for recipe posts. And I will be super busy. I am not sure when exactly that will happen. Megan and I haven't discussed it much as discussing that means talking about my move and that's hard and sad and scary. It's also very exciting and is sure to be a great adventure. I am not feeling all that excited yet, but I will get there. Jim is excited. He is like a kid in a candy store. He is so excited for this new job and new opportunity in a place full of genius nerds just like him (Silicon Valley). And I am really very proud of him and so happy and excited for him. I just haven't gotten excited for me yet. But I will. It will come. Probably about a month or two after we have landed in California. After the initial shock and after getting settled and finding my own way.

The kids? Well, I don't think they really get it yet. It's hard to explain this to kids who are so young, but we are doing our best. It will certainly be an adjustment for them, but kids adapt much easier than us oldies. I know they will be fine and they will love it out there. I have ordered a few books that I hope will help. Did any of you move as kids?

I have already reached out to some of you, but if anyone has any advice on moving to a new state, moving with kids, anything, I would greatly appreciate it! I know a few of you have been there and hearing your experiences and knowing what I am in for would surely help me in this process.

To all of my MN friends and family, I am going to miss you all so much. But this will always be home base. My family is here and we will be back often to visit. I hope to see as many of you as I can before I make the move!


My little snow birds are going to miss that.

But that's pretty darn great, too.

Thanks for listening and letting me put all of this out there!

xoxo, nora bird

outfit of the day(bird): 35




sweater~ Marshall's
leggings~ Heartbreaker
boots~ eBay
socks~ Opening Ceremony
necklace~ gift from Mother-in-Law
hat~ Jim's

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35. I have never really been a huge birthday person. Don't get me wrong, I love my birthday and I am happy I have had one every year so far and I really hope to continue having them every year for a very long time! I have just never been one to go all out, celebrate all week, throw a huge party, that type of thing. Mainly, it is just because I really don't like to be the center of attention. You should have seen how much I was sweating at both my bridal and baby showers. It wasn't pretty, people. But this year, because everyone is so busy this time of year and everyone has different schedules and families to take care of and jobs and places to be and my birthday fell smack dab in the middle of the week, I have been having small celebrations all week long. On Monday evening, I had dinner and drinks with a dear friend. Last night, on my actual birthday, my parents took Jim, the kids, and I out for a delicious feast of Indian food. Another lovely friend is coming over tonight for treats and maybe some wine. Megan and her family are having us over for dinner on Friday evening. And Saturday night Jim has something planned which is apparently top secret, so I will have to tell you about that next week! I kind of like this birthday week idea. It's been a really great week and 35 is looking like it will be a year full of big changes and adventure!

Thanks to all of you who wished me a happy day on Facebook and Instagram! I love this blog family of mine.

xoxo, nora bird

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

bird.i.y. framed outlet cover

I have started to run out of ideas for DIYs. Well, not run out of ideas, but rather run out of things that I really need in our house. And even more so, I am running out of "shoot, I need a DIY for the blog, but I need it by tomorrow" ideas. I have plenty of ideas for things I both want and need, but they all take a lot of time, and since I didn't even think about today's blog post until Monday, I couldn't do any of them. Stay tuned for better DIYs.

I'm not trying to be self deprecating, though. The fact of the matter is, I really like today's DIY. I really like the idea, and I like how it turned out. Plus, it was something, that in my head, I really needed, so I consider it a win.

What you'll need:

~ Frame (just the frame, no glass)
~ Exacto knife
~ Contact paper

You see, we have this hideous outlet in our bathroom. First of all, it's crooked, but there's not much I can do about that without electrical knowledge. Secondly, it's just plain ugly. There is a fan switch that we never use, and the old owner apparently just broke part off the outlet to make the fan switch accessible. See...


Also, there's dust. A lot of dust. But that's no one's fault but my own.

So I decided to fix this outlet up a little. 

First things first, I removed the cover.


OMG, ALL THE DUST!

Second, clean the dust, because that's nasty.

Third, place the frame over the contact paper, and with the exacto knife, cut the paper to fit the frame.


Place the old outlet cover over the cut paper and do the same with the outlet hole.


Then simply place the contact paper over the outlet, and nail the frame to the wall. And just like that, the outlet is pretty, Still crooked, but pretty!


In all honestly, I plan to replace the contact paper with balsa wood. While I like the look of the contact paper, I want something a little more durable. But, for now (because it was too cold to go to Michael's after work to buy balsa wood), I really like this small improvement in our bathroom.

xo,
megan bird

PS Everyone wish nora bird the happiest of birthdays!!!!! Love you, Nora!!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

outfit of the day(bird): leaky faucets




shirt, jacket, hat, boots ~ thrifted
leggings ~ Forever 21
socks ~ ??

For some reason or other, our kitchen faucet has started dripping. It annoys me to no end, but we have not had the time to repair it (I plan on doing it myself...just to say that I can). Instead, because I can't stand the thought of wasting water, we have put our largest mixing bowl underneath the faucet and collected the water to use for various reasons. We water plants, cook pasta, and even drink the water in the mixing bowl. I just keep a clean measuring cup next to it so I can collect water from the bowl to transfer it where and when I need it.

I assumed everyone else in the family was using the same measuring cup method...until last night when I asked Eva to get Desi some water.

She grabbed his nasty water bowl...the dirty dog bowl that he drinks from after grooming himself daily. The bowl that we rarely clean. The bowl that he laps water from generously after licking who knows where and what on his body. She grabbed his bowl, and stuck the whole thing in clean mixing bowl and promptly brought it back to Desi to drink.

I don't know how many times she has done that. And I don't know how many times right after she did that I grabbed a nice refreshing glass of water from the same bowl. I guess this is my prompt to finally fix the faucet.

xo,
megan bird

Monday, November 17, 2014

inspiration monday: lost and found

the inspiration
Naomi Watts

megan bird



entire outfit ~ thrifted

nora bird



blazer ~ b. (a resale shop)
shirt ~ Old Navy
jeans ~ Levis
shoes ~ Sam Edelman
scarf ~ Goodwill

On Friday night after work, we let Desi out in the back yard like any normal night. We were all getting ready to go to our monthly neighborhood party, and he was content outside for a bit. As we were getting ready to walk out the door, I told the kids to let Desi in. Eva ran outside and back in yelling that he wasn't there.

I ran outside to double check and noticed that the gate was open. I immediately threw on some warmer clothes, told the kids to do the same, and we all set out to find him.

3.5 hours later, multiple ads posted online, many phone calls, and over 200 Facebook shares of his photo, we still hadn't found him. I was devastated, and didn't want to stop looking for him. At one point, a runner told me she heard a dog barking in this swampy area of the lake nearby. I ran there, and walked as much as I could before Chris told me to stop. It was dark, that area is known to have coyotes, and as far as we knew, it was a coyote she heard and not Desi. All I could think of was that our 15 year old deaf dog was stuck in freezing water, hidden in the reeds, and I was unable to get to him. Chris finally took the kids home to sleep, and I continued to look. When I could no longer feel my feet, I went home, and Chris calmed me down a bit by telling me that Desi would not have wandered too far, so he must be at someone's home.

We left our front and back gate open in case he headed home, and I woke up every hour to check if he was in the yard. The next morning, I went back to the lake to get a better look in the light of day. And then I slowly (creepily) drove through every alley in a mile radius of our house, hoping that if someone had taken him in, I'd see him in their back yard. About an hour into it, Henry called me and told me that he had been found. It turns out some new neighbors a block away saw him wandering and THANKFULLY took him in for the night.

I was so thankful. We still don't know who or how the gate got open, as it was closed when we left for work that morning, but regardless, we are so thankful to have him back with us. The kindness of neighbors is so huge, and we are so lucky to live in such a great neighborhood where someone will take in a stray dog without asking any questions.

xo,
megan bird

For next week's inspiration picture, click here.

Friday, November 14, 2014

mama bird: the martyr mom

It’s 3:00 am, and my daughter has a nightmare. She runs into our room, and before she even gets there, I am awake, with my blanket open, waiting for her to crawl into bed with me. She tells me about her bad dream, I calm her down, we give each other a kiss, and she goes back to bed.

It’s 7:10 am and my son has two math problems that we didn’t see were not completed last night. His homework is due in 20 minutes, and I quickly (try to) help him do some long division problems without losing my own mind in the meantime. I try not to yell at him for not finishing this last night, but realize I also didn’t catch it, so I can’t be too mad at him. I still yell a little.
I could go on with the small battles of parenting. And goodness knows my husband has his own list. We’re parents, we chose this job. But I don’t want to be the martyr mom. Do you know what I mean? A martyr mom? A martyr mom is that mom who thinks every situation she is in is the worst, that she sacrifices her own time and energy to solve all of life’s parenting problems. She is burdened by all that she does, and wants sympathy, wants worship, wants everyone to know how hard she works, how little she gives for herself, and how much she gives for everyone else.

I have been that martyr mom. Trust me, there are days where it is all 'woe is me, look at all I did, and no one thanked me'. There are times when I spent all weekend driving to soccer practice and cheer leading. There are some days where my life feels like it’s not mine own anymore.

But it is. It is my life. I chose to be a mom. I wanted to be, cried to be, begged to be, and prayed to be a mom. Yes, it’s hard, but man, it’s worth it. It is not a thankless job because I get to see what I helped create. I get to have two humans look at me and know that I will always be there for them…to cure bad dreams and long division. I get to watch soccer games and cheer competitions. And I get to spend time with these two little friends who are my children. It’s fun, and it’s exciting, and yes, sometimes it’s hard. But no one needs to hear all abut that. They just need to know that we are happy.
So I choose not to be a martyr mom. Instead I’m just a mom...And that’s ok. In fact, it’s perfect.

(Now having said that, every mom is entitled to wine and whine night with friends. I don't want to take that away from anyone!)
 
xo,
megan bird

Thursday, November 13, 2014

outfit of the day(bird): deep yoga thoughts

tank ~ thrifted
hat ~ Kohls
leggings ~ Family Dollar
flannel ~ swap
boots ~ b. (a resale shop)
Everyone says that yoga is supposed to be relaxing and meditative. And for me, it sometimes is. However, on any given day, these are the thoughts that go through my head while doing yoga:
~ Is my tank going to start riding up and expose my belly while I’m in down dog?
~ Oh no, it is. I can feel it creeping!
~ Will the teacher yell at me if I slowly pull my tank back down over my belly?
~ Did anyone else see that?
~ Why did I think Taco Bell would be a good pre-yoga lunch?
~ I bet I’ll be able to do a handstand today!
~ But only if no one is watching.
~ And what if my shirt creeps up again while doing it?
~ I am going to start doing yoga every day.
~ I’m going to be so strong.
~ I’m going to have a body like Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ I bet Gwyneth Paltrow never drinks beer.
~ It’s not worth it then.
~ I’ll settle for arms like Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ There’s no way I’ll be able to do a handstand today.
~ At least my shirt won’t ride up!
~ OK, meditation time, clear your mind.
~ No really, clear your mind.
~ But there’s so much to do!
~ I need to do laundry. All of it.
~ Are we out of milk? I’d better check when I get home.
~ What should we have for dinner tonight?
~ Seriously, clear your mind.
~ Maybe deeper breathing will help.
~ Why is the guy next to me breathing so loudly?
~ I should be more like him.
~ And Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ No, I don’t want to be like her.
~ Maybe just her arms.