Show of hands. How many of you know what reiki is?

Next show of hands. How many have actually had a reiki session?

GUYS. Life changing. Sure, maybe I thought that it was a bunch of hooplah over nothing. Seriously, how could I feel better, get things off my chest, work through problems, etc in an hour, while a Reiki Master laid her hands on me?

I’ve had three Reiki sessions as of writing this post (with lots more to happen, I’m sure.)

Reiki by definition is: The word Reiki is made of two Japanese words – Rei which means “God’s Wisdom or the Higher Power” and Ki which is “life force energy”. So Reiki is actually “spiritually guided life force energy.”

Life changing.

I was introduced to Reiki when Colin was 1 day old. My midwife’s assistant, Tiffany is a Reiki Master. I was upset because Colin was having his heel prick done. Tiffany literally just laid her hands on my back and magically, I felt fine. I wasn’t worried or upset any longer.

I won’t go into details on my Reiki sessions, but it’s seriously like a therapy/healing/get your sh*t straight session all in one. And I am better because of it.

So, if I have any readers in the Reno area, let me know if you’d like Tiffany’s info. You will not be sorry.

And PS. This isn’t a plug for Tiffany or Reiki. Just wanted to share my experience with how life altering this can be.

School/ Homeschool/ Unschooling??


Where to even begin? I guess I’ll start off by saying Owen and Colin spend the majority of their day playing together. Legos, building blocks, make believe, dress up, mommy & daddy, etc. They are learning through their play and I love that. I’ve felt pressure lately that I’m somehow not doing enough “real” schooling with Owen. We don’t have lesson plans or things to check off our list. We aren’t bound by homework or waking up at a certain time. And truth be told. I LOVE that. I love to plan and schedule just as much as the next person, but I really enjoy the freedom of not having to do anything if we don’t feel like it.

We kind of abandoned our homeschool curriculum this year, about 2 months in. We had finished all the required reading, done the suggested experiments, and we felt good. Owen has a math workbook that he loves and will often do 6 or 7 lessons at a time. We go to the Discovery Museum a lot, now that we have a membership. We visit the library and I let him decide what books to check out and what he wants to learn about. This is really unschooling…..

So why oh why did I enroll him in a public, online (aka at home) school for the remainder of 1st grade? Pressure. Panic. Doubt. And now that the boxes of books and curriculum are set to arrive any day now, Owen has shut down. He has repeatedly told me he doesn’t want to spend his days at a computer. He doesn’t want someone to tell him what to learn. And I didn’t listen. I tried to convince him (and myself) that this is what we needed. UGH.

So, we are going to give it a go for 1 month. Knowing that after the month is up, if both of us hate it then I’ll withdraw him and send the books back.

The thought of unschooling the boys feels comforting and calming to me. And Owen. Or, child-led learning because I don’t want to imply there is no learning (or schooling) taking place.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to go prepare for a phone call from Owen’s “teacher” to discuss my plans for this school year. I hope she doesn’t mind honesty and a slightly hippie parent.🙂  

First Day of 1st Grade…delayed


Because sure, I should be on top of things and should have already ordered the curriculum and started. But…I haven’t. Instead, we’ve been having play dates and picnics and digging huge holes in the backyard and filling them with water. And then, after those children who have dug said hole and filled with said water are completely caked in dried mud, a bath is needed. So, I do what any other mother does while cooking dinner and kids are dirty. I put them in the kitchen sink and bathed them. 

Done and done.

Owen started gymnastics a couple of months ago and has already moved up into a boys only class. He’s loving his class and his coach. His coach asked us if we’d be interested in having Owen come twice a week, once in the evenings and once in the mornings. Yeah for homeschooling that can allow for flexible scheduling! 

Owen has rediscovered his walkie talkies and O.M.G. That child talks so much already, but even more with the walkies. Someone help me. He walks around the house with his, describing what he sees, asking what we’ll have for dinner, his feelings about his brother (and any other possible future siblings (what?!)), the weather, his thoughts about why the sky is blue…..and this is only in the past 15 minutes. 

Colin has really picked up the talking thing and I’m so glad. It’s hard to figure out what he wants when all he says is eeeeeee. So far, he can say: uh-oh, mama, dada, baba (for Owen), nose, eye, ear, teeth, hair and baby. Baby is by far is favorite word. Everything is a baby. EVERY. THING. 

Well, since it’s after 10, I guess I’ll get my kids dressed. And do laundry. Holla. 

It’s Only Been like…a YEAR


Hey. I’m here. Yep…right here. Just living the high life, raising my boys, making dog food, planning our homeschooling year. Most days, I feel like I’m just existing, trying to get through to the next phase in our lives. Other days (like today, for example)  I’m like, heck yes I’m doing this! I mean, it’s almost 10am, I’m just now drinking my 7am cup of coffee and I’m in my jammies. Whatevs, people. The thing is, is that I’m here. I’ll try to blog more often. Try, being the key word. 


Owen is excited about starting first grade this year. FIRST GRADE?! What in the world. Colin is 19 months, walking around, trying to talk (favorite words: BAY-BEE!!, Uh-oh, mama, mama, MAMA.) Piper, our sweet rescue dog, is allergic to everything under the sun, so I’ve been making her dog food. Unfortunately, she is also allergic to some of the ingredients in her vitamins I’ve been feeding her. Next week, another visit to the holistic vet. Ugh. 

The hubs is doing super. He’s manager of IT at the hospital now and rocking it. I’m just happy I got my couponing stock pile organized this week. Big things, people. Big things. 

And now, a picture. Or two. 



My sweet baby is no longer a baby, really. 


ImageOwen, showing us his hello wave. Pardon the huge thing of pickles on the floor. We love pickles. 


ImageOh my heavens. These two boys are so sweet. 



I’m Still Here!


Wow…having a baby makes you lose your mind….and free time.🙂 I’m still here…hanging on. We moved to our new house almost 2 weeks ago, so we’ve been preoccupied with the move, among other things. I hope to be back to more regular blogging soon! :) 



Slacker McSlackerson


My apologies all around to everyone who has checked in the past 2 weeks. I mean, how did 2 weeks even pass and I haven’t written a thing?! Colin seems to have a bit of colic. Not nearly as bad as Owen, but still enough to make me want to pull my hair out and cry right along with him. I now know I cannot eat 4 florets of broccoli or 7 Brussels sprouts. They WILL give Colin horrible gas pains, make him scream until his face is almost purple and cry non stop. Awesome. I’m pretty much down to chicken, bananas, potatoes, carrots and the occasional Diet Coke. (Okay, I obviously eat more than the items I listed, but that doesn’t make for a good story.)

I was having trouble getting poop stains out of our cloth diapers using our Eco Nuts soap, so I did a load of Colin’s laundry using my homemade detergent, followed by a wash with Eco Nuts. Mistake. I knew Colin’s skin was sensitive to the washing soda, but I didn’t think this much. He has a red rash on his stomach, back and arms from wearing a gown that  he wore last night. Poor little one. I guess for now I’ll keep using the Eco Nuts and just sun the diapers to bleach the stains. Ugh.

Owen is still blowing us away with how much he loves his brother. He has shown no jealousy and only talks about Colin with love. Owen also started peeing in the potty last Monday. It was totally his decision and he’s only had 1 accident. I guess that’s the plus side to letting your 4 1/2 year old decide on his own.🙂

Breastfeeding is going great the second time around. I’m not nearly as paranoid as I was with Owen, about weight gain and the number of dirty diapers. Colin would nurse all day if he could, but in exchange for using me as a buffet, he only nurses about 3 times during the night. Yeah for sleep!

Well, I am being summoned by a certain 4 week old so I must go. Look for Colin’s 1 month post later this week!

The Birth of Colin Ezra


I’ve been meaning to write this down for like, 17 days now…pardon my tardiness.🙂 I finally have some time to do it now. Colin is asleep in Owen’s lap and the house is quiet. Perfect.

I had been having contractions for 2 weeks before Colin was even born. I finally just gave up on timing them because I knew they’d eventually fizzle out. I was beyond done being pregnant. Like, SO DONE. I had Owen at 38 weeks. I was pretty sure I’d have Colin at 38 weeks, too. I was wrong. Colin was born at 40 weeks and 2 days. Stinker.

The Sunday he was born (Jan 15) I started having my contractions around 10am. Nothing regular or consistent. 3 minutes apart, 14 minutes, 2 minutes, 20 minutes. Just silly. Owen told me that morning when we were eating breakfast that he was going to be a big brother tonight. Apparently, he was right this time. Some of my contractions were painful, but for the most part I could talk through them. Sean got home from work around 6 and they were getting pretty strong by then. At 7, I had to go to the bathroom and it took me 15 minutes to walk from our bathroom to the kitchen (in our tiny little apartment.) Sean thought he should call Sherry (my midwife) but I told him I was sure it was nothing. He finally called her around 7:30-ish, when I could no longer talk through my contractions and had to stop what I was doing.

I believe Sherry arrived around 8:00pm and when she checked me at 8:30, I was 4 cm dilated. At least I wasn’t zero! My other midwife, Tiffany, her daughter, Malea, and my doula, Rachel (and her baby Travis) all arrived shortly thereafter. We started inflating the birthing pool and boiling water. We went through the hot water in our water heater pretty quickly, so Sean went next door and asked our neighbor if he could drain her water heater, too. Thankfully, she’s really awesome and let us take all her hot water.🙂 I got in the birthing pool around 9:30-ish and it was fantastic. I kept having contractions and they were definitely getting stronger. I was so happy that this was finally happening. Malea and Owen went into our bedroom and watched a movie, played Angry Birds and read some books. It was so fantastic to have Malea there to play with Owen.

My hubby was beyond fantastic this entire time. I seriously could not have done this without him. He was getting cold wash cloths for me, ice and water, a waffle when I was hungry. Seriously. He’s my rock. Rachel had some great suggestions for helping me relax when the contractions got really intense at the end. I really think everyone should hire a doula. It made such a huge difference.

Around 11:00pm or so, I remember feeling like my contractions were just turning into one big contraction. I didn’t feel like I had any breaks in between them anymore. At 11:24pm, my water broke. Let me just preface this by saying, I am DEATHLY afraid of balloons. They can pop at anytime, so unpredictable, you know? So when my water broke, it was pretty  much a huge water balloon popping. At this point, I tried to get out of the birthing pool. Insane, I know, but I was so done with this birth thing. In my mind, I was just going to walk out the front door. I’d give birth tomorrow.🙂 I told Sherry I just needed a break before I could push this baby out, and she told me I’d get a break after I had the baby. So not helpful at the time.🙂 haha

I started pushing at 11:28pm, and at 11:36pm, Colin Ezra Whitney joined our family. His umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck AND his body and Sherry had to get that off of him. He also had a hard time breathing at first, so they gave him some little puffs of air. My midwives were so prepared.

When Colin finally took a breath and cried, I was so relieved. What a beautiful sound!

After Colin was born and I delivered the placenta, I got to get in my own bed with Colin and we just bonded as a family of 4 for the first time. (Then, it was just a family of 3, as Owen and Malea fell asleep in the living room on the couch.) I am so lucky that Owen got to be present to witness the birth of his brother. He talks about it all the time and tells me that it was his favorite day.

Colin’s birth was so incredibly fast. I did freak out at the end and I’m pretty sure I asked for drugs, also….maybe more than once. I also told Sean I changed my mind about having a baby. Also pretty sure it was too late for that.🙂 Overall, best experience ever for me. My recovery time with Owen was so much longer than with Colin. I didn’t require any stitches after Colin’s birth, and I was up and walking around the next day. With Owen, I swear I was in a rocking chair for 2 weeks.

As of yesterday when Sherry weighed Colin, he was 8 lbs, 3 oz. That’s a 18 ounce weight gain since his birth. He’s obviously nursing like a champ. He’s a good night sleeper, and I don’t know what to do with that.🙂 Owen was a horrible sleeper and nursed all night long. Colin seriously nurses 2-3 times during the night, but would nurse all day long if he could.

We are so blessed to have these 2 sweet boys. Owen is a fantastic big brother and I seriously don’t know what I’d do without him. Hubby took a week off work and when he went back, it’s almost like Owen just took over.

I am so, so blessed.