Our obsession with pressed pennies

With summer coming up, road trips are on the horizon. I mean, who am I kidding, road trips are always a part of our life with family not close, but summer seems to be everyone’s excuse to get out on the road and explore the country. This usually means day trips to favorite spots like museums, zoos, amusement parks, and the like. If you have kids, you may like to get them little mementos to commemorate their visits and travels, or maybe you like to do this for yourself. I was once an avid shot glass collector. Now I’m a Christmas ornament collector. It’s nice to remember where you’ve been and the experiences you’ve had.

My kids recently became fascinated with pressed pennies. I remember getting these as a kid, too, and thinking they were pretty cool, but my kids LOVE them. Honestly, I love that they love them because I can leave any place with a $0.51 souvenir and they are overjoyed. I watch friends at the same place we are fighting over the fact their kid wants the $24 stuffed animal that once they get home they won’t ever want anything to do with it.

It was kind of funny, though, because this has become a recent phenomenon and then I saw a blog post pop up on my newsfeed. It got me intrigued about pressed pennies and if there was more to them then the fascination of cranking the machine and getting a flat penny.

So here are some facts I’ve compiled in case you were as intrigued as I was.

It all started in Chicago.

The first pressed, or elongated, penny was produced in Chicago during the 1892-1893 World’s Columbian Exposition that commemorated the 400th anniversary of Columbus’s discovery of America. They had four designs for that event. However, the first designer on record is a man named Charles Damm, who made the design for the 1901 Pan American Exposition in New York.

Their popularity has seen a few shifts.

The first 23 years of existence seem to have been the most popular. Then around 1916, the intrigue seemed to die down. No one really knows why, but they just didn’t seem as popular until again in 1932. It’s said they are being produced at a rapid pace now and it’s hard to keep up with.

There are collectors.

I guess there are collectors for everything, so this isn’t much of a surprise. With how many machines there are today, it is impossible for a collector to collect ALL the pressed pennies, so many have designated specialized subjects (politics, holidays, space programs, etc.) There is even an organization, (TEC), The Elongated Collection.

You can find the machine closest to you.

There is a whole website designed for you to located pressed machines. Our family happened to stumble upon one at a local zoo and then again at a rest stop on our way to visit grandparents. Both times my kids were SO excited to pick their design, crank the machine, and see their newly smushed penny. My son has seemed to have lost his both times, but again, I am okay with this because we haven’t lost a $24 3-inch stuffed animal that they “had to have,” instead a single penny has been dropped for someone else to find.

It is illegal to mutilate coinage, except for the elongating/pressing a coin.

It is actually illegal to mutilate or falsify US coinage with the intention of creating counterfeit money. Since elongated pennies are used solely as souvenirs, the mutilation of them is not illegal

This pressed penny thing is actually a genius idea for who ever came up with it. We provide the penny, OURSELVES. We crank the machine, OURSELVES. Yet, we have to pay $0.50 to get the penny. What a money making scheme!

So the next time you are out and about, see if they have a penny pressing machine. Maybe your kids will be just as thrilled with this prize!


*I gained this information from the following sources: Rosato, Angelo A. (1990). Encyclopedia of the Modern Elongated: A Complete and Authentic Description of All Modern Elongateds, 1960-1978. New Milford, CT: Angros Publishers. ISBN 0-9626996-2-4. And http://www.pennycollector.com

Hello. It’s me!

It’s been a month…. a crazy month and every day I think about my blog and how I need to post and talk real with you all and another day passes. Do you ever feel like when one big thing happens, a bunch of other big things happen and it knocks the wind right out of you?! That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. Some good big things. Some bad big things. Big things nonetheless and it’s taken me some time to function through it all.

I am learning how to deal with big things when it’s just me and my kids and let me be the first to tell you how much I am learning from my 5 year old daughter. She is wise beyond her years and I am so grateful to have her in my life. At 5, she is the one that grounds me. She has a very Bobby McFerrin way of thinking,

“In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy……”

And to be honest, I think I am going to start singing that song in my head when things get a little rough or I feel the stress coming on.

Today was her last day at preschool. Of course, she is my first born and I am devastated that these early years are gone and she starts full time school in the fall. She begins a huge journey of learning and I am so thankful that we are surrounded by amazing schools but since I got to be home with her every day until this point, the idea of letting her go for 8 hours a day makes me want to curl in the fetal position and cry. As she headed off to school today I asked her if she was sad about this being her last day at her school and she simply replied, “No, mommy. I am so excited for Kindergarten.” While inside my body I was a mush ball and wanted to say, “But honey, aren’t you going to miss your days with me?? You have to be in school and sit at desks and walk those big halls with the big kids and you are there all day!!” (Cue breath) But my outward appearance was all “WOOHOO!! KINDERGARTEN! WE ARE READY FOR IT!” She absolutely LOVES school and who am I to give her preconceived notions of what school is now.

I can get on my soap box about how age appropriateness (or lack there of in our case) about the classroom, but my daughter adores school. She loves to learn. She loves to trace letters and do simple math. She picked up workbooks on her own in the dollar bin at Target and wanted to do them at home– sitting for hours doing them. Who am I to scare her about what Kindergarten might be when in fact, she may love every single second of it.

On top of last day of preschool, we bought a house. A FREAKIN HOUSE! I don’t know what I was thinking, but holy crow. An amazing opportunity presented itself. I saw the house before it was even on the market and I got that “This is my house” feeling and we jumped. My poor husband was Skyping in to see it from half-way across the world because, you know, two small kids, being by myself– I thought, I need something else to do. Some friends and family think I am crazy, but when you believe in something, you don’t care what they think and you just go with your gut.

Oh wait– and let me add my father-in-law went in for some major melanoma removal surgery which was pretty intensive. Again, my poor husband- half a world away- was beside himself. Luckily all seems to be well, but just one more BIG thing.

These three things happened within a 2 week period. So to say that it all took me off guard is quite an understatement, but I haven’t gone completely crazy yet and I’m still standing. I’ve been SO lucky to have a husband, that even though isn’t right next to me, he is reachable (for the most part) and has been such a support. I have had friends who have come to look at the house with me and work through fears and anxieties when my husband wasn’t available.

You can collapse under stress or you can rise to challenge it. I’m not sure I can say I have completely collapsed or completely risen, but I like to think I’m closer to the rising above it then being crushed by it all. I’m amazed by so many mom friends around me who are dealing with so much more and I pull from their strength. Just like climbing a mountain– one foot in front of the other will get you as far as you can possibly go.

The Toddler Tantrum


If you haven’t seen my latest FB post, please hop over to either feel like you aren’t alone or to get a good chuckle.

Parenting toddlers is H.A.R.D. There should really be a warning before you bring the baby home from the hospital. (WARNING: If you can get through 1-3 hour sleeping increments, feedings every 2 hours, 12-20 diapers a day, 2-5 outfit changes for baby, 2-5 outfit changes for you, they turn into toddlers and it could get worse!)
Join me on this probably very familiar scene in our house this morning. J (my 3 year old) wanted a firetruck shirt. The obsession is on the verge of insane asylum evaluation status. He is obsessed with all things firetrucks and firefighters. If you combine his other obsession, yellow, then the world is close to apocalyptic scenarios.
Today he woke up with the idea that he wanted NEEDED to wear a firetruck shirt. He has quite the collection of them so normally it isn’t much of an issue. As I peeled off his firetruck pjs, he insisted on a firetruck shirt and that just wasn’t an option. We are approaching laundry day in our house and you might as well tell J it’s the end of the world because that’s what it felt and looked like. The firetruck shirts are the first to be worn, leaving no option for the second half of the week. I showed him the variety of shirts he was able to choose from: yellow shirts, truck shirts, favorite character shirts, nothing was a firetruck shirt and nothing was cutting it.
Cue full mental breakdown. It included throwing every shirt being offered. Throwing oneself on the ground. Kicking. Rolling over and pulling at the carpet in a desperate attempt make a new firetruck shirt out of it. And this was all before 7:30am. Hello Wednesday, it’s been real!
Of course, there are plenty of parents out there who have similar, funnier, more pathetic reasons why their kiddo is now mopping the floor with their body. “The wind is blowing in the wrong direction.” “I didn’t let him drink from the dog’s water dish.” “The current TV show has ended.”
If you need some future evidence that these little people living in our house are a little unstable, head over to Buzz Feed to see other depictions of why kids are crying. They are hilarious and if nothing else, it unites us in this delicate, fast moving, unpredictable stage of life. Maybe it’s just the universe’s way of preparing us for more delicate, fast moving, unpredictable stages of life ahead (one of them called the teen years). Either way, each stage seems impossible to get through, (remember those newborn years that seemed to go on forever with no sleep, now they seem so glorious to the toddler tantrum years) but looking back, aren’t as bad as they seemed when going through. Embrace the toddler tantrum. Try to laugh through it because tomorrow, they will no longer be wearing firetruck shirts and you will be fighting over their wardrobe for a much different reason.
Stay strong, parents. If needed, throw yourself on the floor and have a tantrum. You may find it therapeutic.

Is it too late now to say sorry?


I remember growing up and my parents forcing me to say sorry when I did something wrong or acted like a total jerk. Many times I would just say “sorry” in that under my breath, teeth clenched voice, not meaning it at all. While I always hated being forced to say sorry, I think it helped me realize when I needed to truly say sorry and how to properly say sorry.

Did you know there is an art to saying sorry?! I’ve learned this mostly in the last year. When you have been hurt and you feel like all you really need to get past something is a sincere apology from a friend, you realize how important words can be. It’s helped me be more truthful and sincere when I’m the one who needs to apologize.

People say “I’m sorry” throughout their day for any number of reasons from trivial blunders such as bumping into someone or dropping someone’s pen. Trivial affronts are easy to come by and don’t really need much (if any) emotion attached to it. But when an “I’m sorry” is needed for something much more hurtful, these words can be that much harder to come by. An ill planned apology can actually cause more anger. Even a well-planned apology can be undermined with the words we choose. So let’s look at the key points of a heart-felt, meaningful, apology that will let both parties move forward.

Apologies are not about you.

When you are apologizing, the apology is less about you and more about the person you are apologizing to. This is KEY and this is where most apologies go wrong. Too many times I’ve heard, “I’m sorry YOU thought….” That is not an apology. That is simply saying that you are sorry for them taking whatever you did or said in a way you wish they didn’t and you are not showing that you are sorry for doing whatever it is you did. Instead, your apology should sound more like, “I’m sorry that I….[made you feel that way]” or “I’m sorry I [hurt you]” or “I’m sorry MY actions/words….”. This takes responsibility for what you did and not saying that your sorry that the other person reacted.

I recently told someone who I thought was a friend of mine for an apology for accusing me something unthinkable. I told her that her accusations hurt me and all I wanted was an an apology for even thinking something like that about me. Her response, “I’m sorry you thought I was accusing you of an awful act.” That made me even more furious. All I wanted was for her to say something like, “I”m sorry for accusing you.” or “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” Instead, she put it back on me and said she was sorry that I reacted, not for her actions. It shifts the focus off the person who is apologizing and really says, “I’m not sorry at all for the thing I did or said.” Psychologist and author Harriet Lerner talks about this in her first chapter of her book, “Why Won’t You Apologize?”

You can see how a simple word can change the meaning of the apology. Many times, I don’t know if people are realizing that they are even doing it. Dr. Lerner even talks about how humans are hard-wired to be defensive and offering a heart-felt, sincere apology is against our nature because it is an admission of guilt and makes us vulnerable. Not saying we are incapable of doing it, but it’s something we truly have to be intentional about.

It’s never too late to apologize.

It is true that time heals all (at least it helps), but when you hurt someone or someone hurts you, an apology, even years later (even if you have forgotten the incident) can be so meaningful. Sometimes I think an apology that is not immediate is more sincere because the person has been thinking about it and still feels that the apology is needed. Even if it isn’t NEEDED, it’s seems more genuine because it’s not just a reaction to your actions. Doing something hurtful toward someone else or being on the receiving end can effect both our physical and emotional health. An apology can help both the person offering the apology as well the person receiving it.

I know that I have a hard time with letting things go. If nothing else, I feel the need to say something to someone to find closure in a conflict, whether it’s to say sorry or to explain why I have been so hurt. Even in the times I apologize and a friendship seems over, I feel better because I know that at least I did what I could to fix the problem. I can confidently say that I did everything I could, I was sincerely apologetic, and my heart and mind can move on.

There’s no magic formula.

There is no magic formula or timeframe to finding forgiveness or providing an apology and every situation is different. In most cases, both people are at fault to come extent. An apology is also not going to guarantee that the conflict is over or that everything goes back to what it was, however, it can provide closure and provide a sense of peace to both parties, and allow each to move forward and allow time to heal wounds.

The dinner time ritual

Let me paint you a wonderful picture:


A family is sitting down for dinner. Mom and dad are pulling the delicious meal from the oven, maybe putting a few sides in bowls and placing them on the table, the kids are adorning the table with napkins and forks. Everyone sits down to enjoy the meal mom and/or dad labored over for at least the last 45 minutes. UNTIL….

“I’m not hungry.”



Welcome to my hell. Yes, dinner time is my actual hell. Feeding two kids under the age of 5 is actual torture. If the CIA/FBI/NCIS/Any other acronym you can think of really wants information from someone, ask them to cook a dinner and sit down to enjoy that dinner with toddlers. I promise you, they will give up any information they are holding on to.

Dinner in my house seems to be done before it even gets started. Most recipes take 30 minutes (plus the prep time). I am averaging 45 minutes in the kitchen, which in the scheme of things it isn’t that long, but when you sit down to eat that meal and your kid won’t even take a bite and the other one is picking at the broccoli, you wonder what the heck you are doing it all for.

Will they eat chicken nuggets and mac & cheese every night if you let them? ABSOLUTELY. Do you want to feed your kids chicken nuggets and mac & cheese every night? ABSOLUTELY! But you realize that as the grown up in this situation, you have to make tough choices, and for whatever reason that means you put yourself through self-inflicted torture of making a meal you yourself are probably half-excited about to feed to a pond of flesh hungry piranhas for them to say they are done after licking their fork.
Forget that 5 minutes before dinner was ready, your kids were on the verge of disintegrating because they were so famished. Forget that they were whining about needing food NOW and you promised them food in just five minutes. Dinner literally just needed to be taken out of the oven, placed on the table, then onto their plates. Yet, somewhere in that point of dying because they were so hungry and sitting down at the table, the three animal crackers in their bellies turned into a 5 course meal and their stomachs are magically full. Who knew I was experiencing a miracle every night at the dinner table!

So if your dinner table looks anything remotely like mine, don’t despair. All you can do is put food on the table, get the kids to sit for 5.7 seconds, and just know that they will never be so hungry that they will actually disintegrate. Then try to enjoy an unplanned romantic meal by yourself or with your significant other while the the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song in the background sets the mood.


My Hesitant Nutritional Journey


carrot-1085063_1920We live in a very conflicting world. We are bombarded by images of “perfect” bodies, sex appeal, and 1,001 diets we can jump on to help us lose weight. At the same time we are also bombarded with stories about learning how to fuel our bodies properly, being strong and confident versus tall and thin, and loving the body we have been given. As an adult, this can get confusing, so imagine what it’s like for the youngest members of our family.

I recently decided for myself that I needed to change some bad habits. I have a HUGE sweet tooth and I love my carbs and dairy. Subsequently, so do my kids. I have been a part of an accountability group for months. Each month I feel motivated and determined, then week one comes and goes and then all of a sudden the month is already over without me making much of an effort and continuing to find excuses.

A lot of friends have jumped on the Whole 30 diet, Paleo diet, or 21 Day Fix diet. (I hate calling them diets because that has such a bad connotation.) While I am not ready to give up dairy, coffee, or the occasional glass of wine, I am ready to change some dietary habits. What has jumped out at me the most was the fundamentals of each of these diets; moving away from processed foods to eating more fruits, vegetables, and lean meats. Luckily, our family is pretty good at limiting processed foods, but you put a vegetable in front of me and you might as well call the hazard team over.

Don’t get me wrong, I love vegetables. I love broccoli, Brussel sprouts, green beans, asparagus, but I genuinely HATE cooking. If I could have a permanent chef in my house to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner- cutting up a fruit salad, preparing my dishes, I would eat SO. MUCH. BETTER. I now described wanting my very own nanny (maybe Corinne from the Bachelor was on to something) and now I am wondering why when I do this all for my kids, they refuse to eat anything. Don’t they know a good thing?!

Also, if anyone can figure out why I take the time to prep my kids meals and make them well balanced dishes, how do I manage to still eat like complete crap. This was where I knew I needed to start. I finally (after 4 years of prepping meals) that maybe, JUST MAYBE, if I also took a few minutes to put some extra fruit and veggies into a third bowl then I would eat a tad bit better. SO… that is what I started doing this week.


So after weeks of inspirational and motivational posts from friends about eating mostly fruits and vegetables, feeling amazing, having more energy, sleeping better, feeling stronger, and no longer making the number on the scale a thing, I was convinced that it was my time to start doing this too. I know it’s not going to be easy. There are days I’m going to want to binge eat a package of Oreos and there might be days I allow myself to, but I’m going to stop making the number on the scale mean something and start making my body the priority. I need to be happy, healthy, and strong for two small kiddos who look up to me. If I can’t do a hard thing for myself, then I will at least do it for them and my husband.

If you are on your own nutritional journey, I would love for you to share. I know some have FB pages, some have blogs— share your story, because you never know when you will inspire someone else.

Green Little Leprechauns

It seems as though on March 17 (and the days surrounding), everyone becomes Irish. Green is worn with pride. Parades become a family tradition. Corned beef, cabbage, and Irish soda bread adorns dinner tables. I’m proud to have Irish blood in me and I love to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. I love it even more now that I have kids. Here are some ideas to make your St. Patrick’s Day a little more fun and a little more green!

Leprechaun Traps

IMG_7200This week, we worked extremely hard on our leprechaun traps. This became more of a thing for us when my kids entered school. I remember doing it with my students, but it’s way more fun to see your own kids at work. All you need is a box. It can be as small or as big as you can handle. My oldest started hers in school and brought it home and worked on it for another 2 days! Some traps are covered completely in green, maybe painted or wrapped in paper. Ours were simple and decorated with favorite stickers. Crayons and paint markers are our favorite decorating tools in our house and were also out, but my kids seemed to stick with stickers.

IMG_7203You set the traps the night before St. Patrick’s Day and put something inside you think the leprechauns would like. Some suggestions: anything gold/shiny, picture of a rainbow, a pretend leprechaun. Set the traps and kids go to bed. When they wake up, the traps are closed and inside may be a leprechaun, but in most cases, they are too sneaky and fast to catch and instead they leave behind candy or chocolate. Ours left behind notes, too.

Mischievous Behavior

Leprechauns are known for their mischievous behavior. In my classroom, the kids would come in to overturn garbage cans, green footprints on the floor and up the walls, lots of glitter, things put in the wrong place, and green toilets. They are not AS messy at home, in our case. We wake up to a green toilet and a few green footprints on the toilet seat. Some friends woke up to green milk or green eggs, footprints on highchair trays, and books knocked off shelves. There is no changing food or drink colors in my house as I believe my kids won’t eat or drink anything green and I hate the idea of wasting food, even for a day, so maybe one day this will be in our routine, but for now, it’s just a little green on the toilet.

Erin go Bragh

No matter how big or little your St. Patrick’s Day traditions are, may you find a little Irish in your self today. May you find luck and good fortune.

May you always have…
Walls for the winds 
A roof for the rain 
Tea beside the fire 
Laughter to cheer you 
Those you love near you 
And all your heart might desire.


(photo credit: my lovely momma on her trip to Ireland a few years ago)


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Jennifer Mary spoke to my MOPS group recently and I love her simplicity and straightforwardness. I love that she made it clear that just because most of us were stay-at-home moms that there was no reason we couldn’t be put together. I have always been a mom who needs to be dressed and ready before my kids get up. Even in college, I never wore yoga pants or sweatpants to class. I believe in getting dressed, even if I was the only one seeing it.

I find that too many stay-at-home mom are stuck in this “I have no one to impress” mindset and that not only can damage one’s own psyche but can also feed into other areas (marriage, self-esteem, kids). Just by putting on real adult clothes and stepping out of the over priced, “feels like butta” leggings or yoga pants you are sporting and putting on a simple cotton black dress or jeans and a graphic tee can totally change your mindset and get you feeling more like a human than just a chauffeur, chef, maid to your family. These simple to assemble outfits will get you out the door in no time and really pick you up!


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Potty Train in 24 Hours?!


You probably clicked on this post because of the amazing title, right?! So we are in the middle of potty training the second child. It’s also our first experience with a boy. I have read EVERY 3-day training guide that is out there. I’ve asked for tips and tricks from other moms. I have had dreams about Toy Story and Mickey undies and lots and lots of laundry. Then we started!! I was ready. I was amped! I was going to get my son potty trained in 3 days, if not less!! And…… it failed.

So while there are a ton of moms out there who are claiming the 3-day potty training guide works, it did not for us. OK— so I will also admit that I was not FULLY committed. I was not ready to throw away ALL diapers/pull ups in the name of my sanity. Rest time and bed time were non-negotiable times of the day that we used these. Being a military wife and dealing with potty training with a boy on my own, I wanted to keep my limited sanity of not cleaning sheets twice a day (or more) and I’m pretty sure my washing machine is also singing my praises and thanking me for this decision. I can ONLY handle so much bodily fluid in one day. Between dog walks, a 4 year old daughter who still needs some bathroom help, and a potty training 2 year old, I had to set limits!

So, why the post, you ask?! While the 3-day method didn’t work, I have found some success. Are we fully potty trained yet? No, but we are well on our way. He turns 3 next week and I would love to be over the hump before then. So I am going to share what I have done and maybe it will help someone else in the wide world of the internet!

Is your child ready?

This always seems to be the first step. I was told by lots of people that I will know when he is ready to start potty training. Even my daughter, at 18 months, started to show interest in the potty without any attempt from me, so why wouldn’t my second? We had only one indication. It was much like a war zone. He would find a hiding place, set up camp, keep a look out, and defend his territory if we began to advance. All so he could poop in “private.” OK– this MUST be the indication he is ready, so I followed the books and pumped him with water, juice, milk– whatever liquid I could entice him with and placed him on the potty every 15 minutes. HUGE MISTAKE.

Feeling the pressure

He began to feel the pressure of being put on the potty every 15 minutes. I mean, I was totally cool, calm, and collected. I couldn’t imagine why he didn’t want to go on the potty through my screams and cries of pee on the floor that I had to mop up for the 20th time that day, all happening 30 seconds after he screamed to get off the potty because he was done. He clearly wasn’t ready. I clearly wasn’t ready.

Bring in reinforcements

If you have a spouse at home to help, FANTASTIC!!! They can be the one who leaves the house and worries about the grocery shopping or the errand running or the chauffeuring the other kid(s). OR you make sure you are all on the same plan and it allows YOU to sneak away for a short period of time. This step is HUGE. I had my parents in town for a weekend and it was the perfect time to introduce the “no diaper while we are awake” concept. I was able to still run to the store or make sure my poor 4 year old wasn’t house bound for 3 days because her brother was being potty trained. My parents were on the same page as me and it allowed me to always have one adult at home with him so we weren’t tempting fate. Then they went back home and I fell apart. More because I can’t be house bound for a week. My oldest has preschool; I work in the afternoons; we have babysitters. It wasn’t practical and all that progress went right out the window because I immediately reverted back to pull-ups.

The last straw

I’m anxious for my boy to be ready for camps this summer and school in the fall. The whole being diaper free is just icing on the cake. We are back to the idea of wearing undies at all times when we are in our house (minus rest/bed time). We have had HUGE success this time around. I’m keeping the pressure low and the enthusiasm high. He gets 2 M&Ms for each time he pees. He especially loves yellow ones, so this is our incentive. It doesn’t work every time, but it works enough. Wearing his favorite characters is also a pretty big incentive… although having Mickey on the pull-up sort of defeats this incentive some days. When we make some ground on the #2, I will update this post. Until then, feel free to share your best potty training tips— for boys or girls or if you can provide us with a good laugh with an experience, I would love to hear it!

To all the mamas potty training, may the force and the Clorox wipes be with you!