I'm so crafty, you don't even know

I did it! It was a success! Nothing can stop me now! I am an all-star! Look out all you wannabe artsy mommas out there; there's a new craft-time sheriff in town! 

You are probably wondering what I did that I feel deserves an entire blog post. Did I create a chandelier out of vintage pieces and renewable resources? No.

Did I build my children a mini stage to put on plays and play dress up, complete with hand made costumes and backdrops that I designed and painted myself? Nope.

Did I pull a Leslie Knope, and create a mosaic of my best gal pal out from crushed bottles of her favorite diet soda? I most certainly did not.

Thanks, NBC and Parks and Recreation

So what did I do? I'll tell you! I made.... (drumroll, please).... HOMEMADE PLAY DOUGH!

Oh let me guess, you're not impressed. But let me tell you, this is by far the craftiest thing I have ever done. My poor children were not blessed with a very creative mommy. I think the last "craft" I did with my children (besides coloring or water color painting) was making snow flakes out of coffee filters around Christmas time. 

I have never been someone who enjoys arts and crafts. As a child, I would dread craft time. I hated it when an "artist in residence" would come to our class for one week a year. They would show up and literally ruin my life for one week straight. I have never felt any sort of rest or relaxation from trying to do an art project. I usually just feel a sense inadequacy and nausea.

So why did I attempt something that was sure to make me perspire more than a four mile run through the world's longest sauna?  Two reasons:

1. I really love my kids, and they really wanted some play dough

2. My mom and the website convinced me that even a small child could make it.

So I got a play dough recipe off this website: http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Make-Playdough-Play-doh/  and I got to work.

It really was easy! I mean, It was literally just warming up a dough mixture over the stove. I didn't have any food coloring, so my little ones just used plain white play dough to make their little creations. Thank goodness they appear to be more creative than me.

After I had finished my task, I called my mother, brother, and husband. I realize that is absolutely ridiculous, but hey, it was a pretty big deal to me!

I am now realizing that it you allow the dough to dry, it becomes cement. Currently, I am chipping dried play dough off every surface in my home. What was I thinking? 

What are your easy go-to crafts?

Chyan

the social media sin everyone commits

Yup, months of nothing and now here's a blog post. I'm funny like that. Here it goes:

Lately I have seen a lot of blog posts, articles, status updates, tweets, etc. about people not being "real" on social media. You've seen it. Someone is upset because some other person only posts the best possible photos of themselves, only share stories of when their children are being sweet little prepubescent angels, only talks about how their spouses are loving and selfless martyrs for their marriage.  The nerve! Where is the authenticity? How are we all supposed to feel good about ourselves and our normal, tough, smelly lives when people are always photoshopping reality?

My response to this: So what? Why are we comparing our worst selves to someone's best selves, anyway? Can we please accept that no one wants to pull back the curtain and show the tough side of life? Who wants to dwell on that anyway? Everyone wants to remember the day when they looked fantastic, the kids were well behaved, and their spouse was especially wonderful. No one wants to look back on the day when they where being a grumpy troll-looking person,  their offspring were acting like spawns of the underworld, and your partner in life is making it seem like "'til death do us part" cannot come soon enough. Who wants to think about that?

I'll give you an example from my own life. Yesterday was a fairly good day with my kiddos. It wasn't perfect, but I also didn't consider looking up boarding schools that take children under the age of four. Anyway, it was a beautiful day, so we went outside to play for a while. Right now all my kids love washing the car and their outdoor toys when we are outside. We filled up a little storage tote with water and started cleaning. I've got to say, it was adorable! What wasn't so adorable? When my four year old stripped down naked, climbed in the water, and informed me that he only takes baths outside now. Embarrassing, right? Did I also mention that our pastor saw us outside, stopped by to chat, and saw all the nudity and humility ensue? Because that happened. Now which picture you think I want to share with the world? The one of my adorable children working together, or the one of me chasing my kids around the front yard, trying to get my naked one inside, while my two youngest run in opposite directions? Oh, and my pastor is witness to my 5 star parenting... yeah this is what you are going to see:

 Just look at how cute my boys are! Working together! And have you seen my beautiful daughter lately?

















                                           Oh, and here's one more of Jude, working hard!

Yeah. No way are you going to see the insanity that ensued a mere moments later.

People act like this is a new phenomenon, but it's not. I remember being a kid, and we had to scrub the house when certain people came over to visit. Is that really how we lived? Of course not. That would impossible. Did anyone else's parents take them to that photo studio in the mall? You had to dress in whatever your mom picked out for you (the outfit usually coordinated way too well with whatever the rest of the family was wearing), and then your parents would go through and choose the few pictures that made everyone look the most presentable. Your mom and dad would hang those pictures with pride in the house and send copies to your grandparents in Christmas cards. I don't remember my parents once sending a picture of my brother and I screaming at each other and trying to make our parents snap. Why? Because nobody likes to be seen at their worst.

Can we all just agree that we all have bad days, and we choose to share our best days on social media? As long as we admit that life doesn't always look as rosy as the pictures we share, I don't think it's so bad.


Agree? Disagree?

Chyan