Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Forged in the affliction of battle...

I am Xena: Warrior Princess.

Our ward does a fund raiser to earn money for the youth camps in the summer. This is not your typical spaghetti dinner event either. A few members in the ward are asked to participate in a "Family Feud" game show, which serves as the entertainment while the audience eats dinner. The theme this year: Heroes vs. Villians. The Friday night show was a little rough... we were all pretty nervous, and there were some unexpected glitches. But Saturday night was so much fun, and I can't wait until Halloween to don this costume again.

I made the top out of a purse I found at Goodwill. The "armor" is a bunch of brass drawer handles. The skirt was made from a fake leather skirt I found (also at Goodwill). I cut it up into strips, sewed them together, and put gold studs in them.


The Heroes: Wonder Woman, Mr. Incredible, Xena, Superman, Batman.


The Villians: Cat Woman, the Riddler, Darth Vader, Dr. Evil, and Cruella DeVille

 The whole cast.

 Us with some friends in the ward.

I may or may not have cartwheeled into the gym for my grand entrance. I was considering flipping off the stage, but then I thought that cracking my head open might put a damper on the evening. Our bishop came up to Caleb after and said, "I don't know how you can keep a handle on that wife of yours." Apparently I was type-casted.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I'm glad I have a girl

What would I do with my time if I had a boy?

My latest sewing project. I want Alaina and her cousin Aidyn to have matching dresses when we take family pictures in May. These are so easy. I just used two white shirts (garage sale) and cut the bottoms off. One of the shirts had a patch on the sleeve, so I sewed a heart over it. Then I sewed on this adorable fabric (walmart clearance) for the skirt part. The bows are also from walmart clearance fabric. So to make both these dresses cost me about $4 total. I think this will become my signature baby shower present for girls.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

:(

Firstly, I want to voice my utter disgust at Hilary Rosen's comment related to Ann Romney.

So yesterday was an all-time low for me. A man came up to me when I was walking with Alaina and said "Looks like it's time for a double stroller!" When he saw the puzzled look in my eyes he asked, "You are pregnant, aren't you?" So I went home, cried a little, and did 500 sit-ups.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012



1. I made baguettes, and they were AMAZING. I won't make them often for two reasons: one, because it took like 6 hours, and two, because the recipe has a rather dangerous step involving throwing water into a 450 degree oven. Scalding steam + Lindsey's clumsiness = no thanks.



2. Alaina started laughing a while ago, and I'm just now getting around to posting this.




3. We took some photos at Caleb's grandparent's place on Easter. If only we had one of all 3 of us.

My baby is getting so big!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I'm no Wordsworth

Please don't laugh; I entered a poetry contest. Here is my poem. I know it's pretty simple, but I've just been looking for ways to get the creative juices flowing.


New Mother
by Lindsey Miskin

Ignorance taught the term “delivery”
As nominal for what the stork delivers to me
After forty-plus weeks of discomfort and pain
Morning sickness, back aches, and a vow “Never again!”

Contractions start, thus ending the wait
Labor is WORK, (minus a lunch break)
Not called “delivery” like a package in the mail
But deliverance from bondage for the Children of Israel

After birth, baby sleeps, cries, and eats
Diaper runs, spit-up, minimal sleep
Inadequate feelings of all I do wrong
Baby cries, I soothe her with my song

Tonight, a smile as she lay ‘gainst my chest
A prayer thanking Providence for my own Lainey Beth
Ask me if now the delivery I regret
What discomfort and pain? I guess I forget.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Clean-up, Aisle Twelve.

This post is a ranting post.
In sunday school yesterday we talked about the allegory of the olive trees in Jacob 5. The teacher asked us if we had any particular subjects that we related to that were easy for us to learn lessons from. Mine is food. So here is an allegory of my own.

Humor me, and let's pretend we live in a world where your grocery shopping experience is as follows:
You and your family need food for the week, so you walk in to the grocery store, where you are met by an employee who knows all about groceries. He got his degree in grocery shopping, and he informs you that he will be leading you through your shopping experience today. As you go up and down the aisles, he will throw things in your cart that he believes will benefit your family. This being your first shopping experience, you trust his opinion. Nothing in the store has a price tag. When you inquire about the price, the shopping attendant simply tells you that they will send you a bill later. So you check out, go home, and feed your family. Months go by, and finally you receive the grocery bill. It's $1000. What!?!? You had no idea the groceries would cost that much. If you would have known, you definitely would have gone to another grocery store, or made different purchases. And since your family has already eaten all the food, you can't return it. So you call the grocery store, telling them that you can't afford the bill. They refer you to the financial assistance department, who requests your financial info, such as your pay stubs and bank account statements. After review, they inform you that you do not qualify. Not because you make a ton of money, but because you have money in your savings account. In fact, they tell you, if you made the same amount, but just didn't save any of it, they would pay your grocery bill every week for the rest of your life. Tough bananas. (pun intended.)

I don't think any of us would tolerate a grocery system like this.
But go to the doctor, and suddenly this is exactly what you get. (*Disclaimer, I would not dare suggest that receiving health care is comparable to grocery shopping, or that socialized medicine is a better alternative; I'm simply trying to make a point.)

Our most recent doctor's visit bill was astronomical due to Alaina getting her first round of immunizations. Turns out our insurance won't cover childhood vaccinations (seriously? who doesn't cover that? and there are people complaining about having to pay for birth control. puh-lease, people.) So I called the financial assistance dept., and they turned us down because we have money in our savings account. They said I should have just gone to the health department for the shots, because they are only $5. Funny, because the Indiana health dept. recently changed their policy, and will only charge $5 for people without ANY insurance. If you have insurance, they will still bill your insurance like the doctor's office. So basically our health care system rewards people who don't save money and who don't have insurance. This is so frustrating, because in trying to become self-reliant, we can't afford to live. It's so tempting to just lie to the health dept., and tell them you are uninsured.

Anyway, in my opinion there need to be some serious changes to health care policies, so people are informed of the cost of procedures prior to having them. If they don't like the cost, they have the opportunity to go somewhere else for services. I just thought of like twelve other things about our health care system/economy/government that frustrate me, so I'll end this post now before things get out of hand.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

DIY

Lately I've been obsessed with DIY clothes on Pinterest. You see, I'm too lazy to sew with a pattern, so these are simple ideas that don't take very long. Here's a few of my latest projects.



Monday, March 5, 2012

I'm considering turning myself in to child protective services. Lainey rolled off the couch today. I was ten feet away when it happened, and even though she seems fine now, I'm convinced I've caused permanent brain damage, or at least internal bleeding. After a few minutes of consoling she was smiling again, but I think I needed consoling more to get over the guilt. Poor thing. Face plant right into the carpet. At least we don't have tile.
Hello! February was a busy month, and I'm just now getting around to reporting about it. I spent a week in California, compliments of my mom, sister, and husband. When I originally saw the flight confirmation I thought somebody had stolen my credit card. But it turns out that as an early birthday present, my family flew me to Phoenix for my cousin Rachel's wedding, and then I drove back with the fam to Temecula for a few days. Vacations are different with a baby. I felt like I was just feeding her all the time. At least I had company. My sister Justyn brought her kids to AZ, and she had a 3-week-old. Corrie was actually a huge help too. She was so good with the babies that I could leave her with Alaina on the couch while I took a shower/ got ready, etc. There was only one minor mishap:
(Baby starts screaming) "Corrie, what happened!?!?!"
Corrie: "Nothing. I don't know."
Me: "I promise I won't get mad, but I need to know what happened."
Corrie (as tears well up): "It was an accident..."

Apparently she bonked the baby's head on the table. But after what happened today, I think Alaina is safer with Aunt Corrie.

I had a great time in Temecula too. We spent time sewing, working out, eating (of course), and seeing old friends. One of the highlights was taking Corrie to a kiddie carnival. We got enough tickets for 5 rides, only to find out that she was too tall for most of them. It nearly broke my heart to watch my little sister cry after being turned away from the merry-go-round. But we found a few that she could ride, and I loved watching her have fun. I had a great time, but was excited to get back to my hubby by the end of the week. He greeted me with a list of reasons why he missed me, #1 being that he had lived off of tortillas and cheese for the past 7 days, and looked forward to the return of a balanced diet.

Since I've been back I've been on a sewing kick. I made a simple skirt and some pjs. The pjs were going to be a gift for someone, but they turned out too small. Here's the skirt:

 
And, as always, I spend lots of time obsessing over my adorable child.



Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Move over Martha Stewart

Caleb yet again broke the Christmas gift budget by getting me a sewing machine. Don't get me wrong; I am extremely grateful, but it made my homemade bean bag hand-warmers look pathetic in comparison. In the meantime I have tried to put it to good use. I made a few killer burp cloths and these beauties:




I couldn't wait until Valentine's Day to give them to Caleb. He made me promise not to tell any of his male friends that he is sleeping on a pink pillow with hearts on it. Since i doubt any men read this blog, I think I'm safe.

Also, Lainey didn't have a Sunday dress, so I made her one with some leftover fabric. It was a LOT harder than I thought. A pattern might have been helpful. Still, I'm proud of it in a kindergarten-popsicle-stick-project kind of way.


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Did you know?

I recycle.

I am terrified of helium tanks and other pressurized containers. I have an irrational fear that they will explode.

I love HGTV.

My favorite thing to do is try new restaurants.

Someday I wanna be the PTA president.

I am a habitual blood donor.

Sometimes I still cry when I get a haircut. Hence why it is so long.

Lately I have decided to be more politically active. (see  https://mittromney.com/node/246386 )
It started when I realized that Newt Gingrich might actually become the president someday. I decided I had to do everything I could to prevent that. I believe that the president should represent America's values, and that what you do when nobody is looking is who you really are.

I also don't get upset if people disagree with my political views, but I can't stand it when people call my opinions "closed-minded." For one, I consider myself an educated individual, and second, having an opinion does not make you a bigot.

I adore my husband, and love to brag about him--despite how much he hates it.

I have this aversion to video games. It is partly because I think they are responsible for the degradation of society, and partly because I am bad at them.

I still follow BYU football religiously.

I have postpartum elevation. That happens when you never realized how happy you could be until you have a child.







Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Baby Blessing

Sunday was baby blessing day for Lainey. It's hard to describe the feelings of the day; words just don't seem to do justice. I will say that it was one of the most meaningful days of my life as I pondered both the blessings that I've received lately, and the heavy responsibility it is to be a mother.

 Alaina's great-grandparents were able to make it down from Chicago for the blessing. I adore them.


 Mom and daughter


 Caleb's mom was visiting from California for the week to see her first grandchild. She made Lainey's dress. I don't know if you can tell by the pictures how intricate and beautiful it is.


 With daddy


. This is the first time Great-Grandpa Miskin held her. He'd been trying all day, but said, "It is IMPOSSIBLE to get between that baby and the grandmas." 


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Baby and Christmas and Holiday Cheer



She's only been here 2.5 weeks and already we're spoiling her. Christmas was rather low-key for us because we couldn't travel to California to be with family, but that doesn't mean Alaina didn't get plenty from Santa. 


Here she is with most of her presents: Some new bottles, some headbands, an adorable hat, and a boppy. 

She also got a mobi wrap, which I LOVE. 

Not to mention all the new friends she has now:

These are our adorable neighbor friends, Gelise and Byron. They LOVE babies, so we've seen them a lot lately.

And here she is with her cousin Ella. 

And how could we forget the special visit from Gma Snell?

But the best present, in my opinion, was the nursery. My mom and I had a blast decorating while she was here. I'd sleep in there myself if I could fit in the crib. 

 I still haven't decided what to put in the other frames. Any suggestions?


 My favorite part of the project was repainting this free changing table we got. I had lots of fun with the swirly designs.


We may have gotten carried away, but they say you can't spoil a child til she's at least 6 months old. :) 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

She's Here!

Alaina Beth Miskin joined our family on Monday, Dec. 12 at 10:14am. We are so excited to have her safely here with us! Here are some photos from the day. Please forgive my appearance. Childbirth is rough.


 At my last appointment the doc said she would probably be between 7.5 and 8 pounds. Liar.


 She is HUGE. The nurses were joking that I gave birth to a toddler.

 You know, we never really think about how traumatic the birth experience must be for the baby. I think I'd have a swollen face too if I just made a trip down the birth canal.

 We're thinking she'll be a linebacker. Look at those shoulders!

 Best husband award goes to Caleb. I could not have had Alaina naturally without his help. Poor guy was up with me all night and never left my side. He even has a few bruises and scratches to prove it!

 She finally decided to open her eyes!

 I've changed my perspective a little on natural childbirth. Before I was really into it because I am all about having control over my body, promoting a speedy recovery, and letting the body do what it knows how to do. But after having Alaina, I have changed my views a little. Why? Well, because first of all, when I was writhing in pain from contractions, there was no control no matter how hard I tried to focus. An epidural may take away some control of your body, but at least you can smile through it. Second, a natural birth does not guarantee a speedy recovery. Case and point: me. I lost a lot more blood than I should have, which led to me losing consciousness three separate times after birth. I ended up needing a huge bolus of fluids and two blood transfusions. I was so weak that I could hardly pick up my baby. If I were born 100 years ago, I probably would have died. So much for a speedy recovery, and three cheers for modern medicine!
 I'm not saying I'm against natural childbirth now or anything. I still ardently admire any woman who chooses to do it; I'm just simply much more open to other options now. I also can't help but think how much better I'd look in pictures too... but that's a rather vain reason.

I know I'm partial, but I just think she is the most beautiful baby in the world. I love her so much, and am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for blessing us with a happy, healthy baby girl. Christmas came early for the Miskins!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Ticking time bomb

I haven't taken many pregnancy photos, mostly because I'm in denial about my current size. But some people have asked for some, so I had Caleb snap a few during the Thanksgiving weekend. Perhaps I made a mistake. The first thing my sister said when she saw them was "are you sure you aren't having twins?" Nice. That's what every woman wants to hear. I know I have an excuse for being large right now, but there are very few ways to see  comments like "Oh my gosh, you're HUGE!"  or "You just look miserable" as a compliment. 

Last month at a Relief Society meeting an older lady came up to me and said, "You're not big enough to be due in December!" I wanted to kiss her. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, even if her comment warrants a visit to the optometrist.

Nonetheless, here is me at 38.5 weeks.



Sunday, November 13, 2011

I'm considering the vegetarian lifestyle

Snells aren't gun people. Miskins are. Before I married Caleb phrases like "opening day," "10-pointer," and "deer stand" had about as much meaning to me as Caleb speaking Portuguese when he doesn't want me to know what he's saying. Incomprehensible mumbo jumbo, if you will. Well, my friends, November 12th marked a special--nay, sacred--day in the Miskin household: the first day of firearm hunting season.

The rituals began the day before, as Caleb left class early (an anomaly in itself) to go sight in his gun before sundown. He spent the following few hours strategizing with his uncle and cousin about which deer stand provided optimal visualization for dropping "the big kahuna." This was done with the help of a map of the woods, complete with color coded game trails and exit routes. It was precious.

After all the plans were made, we all watched a Louis L'Amour movie (Sacketts) about three trigger-happy brothers trying to survive the wild western frontier. OK, the movie wasn't too bad. I keep meaning to read me some Louis L'Amour. But nonetheless, this activity points out the family fascination with guns. These men are cowboys to the core.

At 4:30am the men awoke and showered with "Scent-A-Way" soap so the deer couldn't detect their presence.
5:30 am: they made their way out into the woods, with guns and camo body suits in tow.
7:22am: the first shot was heard
approx 10am: Caleb kills a large 9-point buck
12pm-12am the following morning: the family prepares meat for consumption. This process involves gutting, skinning, de-boning, washing, wrapping, and freezing the meat. It was quite a process. Now I am much more grateful that I can go to the grocery store and just buy my meat--not that I'll need to for a while. We probably have 100 pounds of venison to get us through the year.
I have a few photos from the day. Beware if you have a weak stomach:





Kinda gross, right?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

She's got a bun in the oven...


2011 Halloween costumes for the Miskins.