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Other Places: The I Need Childcare Edition

This morning I had a wistful moment thinking about how another summer's gone by and how many more things I'd planned to do with the kids. I was thinking how I wish I'd gotten child care so the work I should be able to get done in twelve intense hours a week didn't end up taking me five wildly interrupted days a week.

It's not even that the kids are bad, or need me standing over them all the time. It's that the guilt of having them here when I could be doing stuff with them, at least part of the time, absolutely kills me. Contrary to what you may think, I love doing things with my kids. I just don't like doing things with them every single day for 12 hours a day.

Many people before me have learned, doing 8 things at once means you've really done all of those things half-assed. I say this every year but next year, remind me. Next year I'm going to get someone to come take the kids to do fun things on the days I work. Then, on the days I'm not working we're going to make more time for fun.

The truth is, we did do quite a lot. But there were also quite a few days where we ate dinner and I realized the whole day had slipped past me.

Then I walked in on the kids playing a game involving a sofa cushion and screaming as loudly as possible and I thought, "Well, next year I can do it differently but Holy Shit Tuesday can't come soon enough. For all of us."

Luckily Logan has a four day weekend and we're going to fit in another three or four items on the Fun For Summer list before Tuesday.

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Last week I didn't sit down to share links to the other places I've been working. So here's a great big list.

Last Tuesday at The Buzz Off I highlighted 5 Excellent School Fundraisers. This Tuesday I did something different and shared what a few bloggers did on their summer vacation. Oddly, none of them ate their young over summer vacation. You should come over and tell us what you did. Especially if you ate your young.

At Mighty Junior I ran a Lego RoundUp, have been working on a Perfect Gifts For Two Year Olds guide and I think I closed out the Back To School Clothes Guide since the last time we talked. Check out the Lunchbox Round Up as well.

At Mighty Haus I keep finding lovely things. Here are a few of my favorites from the last couple weeks.

Like this Molded Ply Wastebasket: "This is where you’d throw all your rejected tag lines if you were Don Draper."

The Ring Doorbell: "The product description said everything I needed to hear, “The RING doorbell has a true ‘ding dong’ sound”. Next, I’d like to find a dog that actually says “Woof, Woof.”

And Handpresso: "Espresso in the wild? Now you have zero excuse to avoid camping. Wait, except for bears. And sleeping on the ground. And outhouses. Whew. That was close."

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Enjoy your last summer weekend. We have to run and find out which wonderful teacher will enrich the lives of my children while I work guilt free for 6 hours a day. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

Make Your Own DIY Taco Bar

I've been meaning to tell you about Logan's birthday party. I told you about the Tissue Paper Floofs I made for the party. I also mentioned, at least on Twitter, how I bought a billion fake mustaches accidentally.

If you're buying fake mustaches from Oriental Trading Co., when they say you're buying a dozen mustaches and there are three per sheet....this means each pack of a dozen is actually made up of 36 mustaches. Thinking a pack of a dozen means there are 12 mustaches in each pack...you may be tempted to over order. On the bright side, it's really shocking how many mustaches 40-ish people can go through in just one night.

Equally surprising is how many fake mustaches one can go through in their every day life. Maybe just people who have a policeman fetish. Errrr.

These are the centerpieces from the party. We had several brands of 40 ounce beers on each table. One was even a Colt 45. I think of this as a One To Grow On birthday spanking.

I also wanted to talk about the taco bar we put together for the party.

I am a lame blogger because I did not take pictures of the creation of our taco bar. But honestly it was so simple you would have been all, "Yawn. Chopped tomatoes. Ooooh....onions. Shocking!"

We originally planned to order the food from our local Qdoba chain but when it turned out the cost of serving tacos to 50-ish people ($500) was just over what it cost to serve our casual cocktail party fare from an actual restaurant at our wedding, we thought that seemed a little silly.

So we bought a buffet set with sterno cups from our local party store for $25. Then we set about creating our own DIY Taco Bar.

I asked for advice about serving tacos to a crowd at Twitter. Stefania from CityMama answered my call.

Here is her note because I should not be the only one to benefit from this information. (FYI: If she told me to throw some ketchup on my shoe I would have done it because I am that clueless in these things.) (PS; Isn't it cute how she doesn't even swear?):

Hey you,

I just did a DIY taco (salad) bar.  It's something we do a couple times a year esp because kids love it so much.  You will use up every single motherfrickin bowl in your entire house though.  I just set out bowls of the following and let people have at it:

Meat/Protein:
Sauteed seasoned ground beef and/or turkey or grilled fish like snapper
small tofu cubes

Beans:
Whole black beans
Refried beans with melty cheese

Toppings:
Shredded lettuce (Or cut up lettuce in a bug huge bowl for salad)
Chopped tomatoes
Chopped red and green bell peppers
Chopped yellow onion
Sliced green onions
Olives
Cilantro leaves
Sour cream

Cheese:
Shredded Mexi-blend
Shredded hot pepper jack
Crumbled cotija
Shredded vegan cheese

Salsa (3-4 different kinds)
Red
Green
Hot
Mild

Extras:
Whole jalapenos en escabeche (with carrots and onions, i like Embasa brand)
Vat of Spanish rice
Taco shells (blue and yellow corn)
Tortilla chips
Salad dressing (if you are doing taco salad)

Then, I couldn't even figure it out from there so I sent another note asking, "BUT HOW MUCH!? I DON'T HAVE A BRAIN!!!"

Stefania understands that and sent this:

For 50ish people I'd figure 1-2 tacos per person and not very much meat go into each, maybe 2 tbsps?  So you could probably do 10 chicken breasts grilled/sliced, maybe....8-10 lbs of beef sliced just to be safe (you can always freeze leftovers), and maybe 2 bricks of tofu in water cubed?

As far as beans, gosh that is hard!  2-3 cans of black beans and enough refried to fill a 9x13 baking dish or two? Do people like beans? I never know...rice seems easier, at least you can look on the box (cuz I always get the boxed Spanish rice for these fancay occasions.) Seeds of Change has a nice cilantro quinoa box if you want to go that route.

This worked out very well. I actually printed out the email and brought it to the store with us.

The only things we didn't put in our DIY Taco bar was the tofu and vegan cheese because Stefania's from California where that stuff is the norm and I'm from Michigan where that's Show-Off-Y.

We bought our produce from the Eastern Market in Detroit where we got 20 limes for $3.00. TWENTY LIMES FOR THREE DOLLARS.

Someone asked what we'd do with 20 limes. We used 10 of them at the party and the other ten we juiced and froze. When we need a little lime juice we break off a bit and use it. TWENTY LIMES FOR THREE DOLLARS.

We got almost all our produce at Eastern Market and what we didn't get there we went to Honey Bee La Colmena on Bagley in Detroit to find. (Hooray Detroit! GET WEBSITES!)(Steal my idea! Sell websites to local businesses in Detroit. For stores like Honey Bee, just give them presence. For stores, help them take their inventory on-line so I can send traffic/customers their way). (People here don't have money to spend. People who are not here may still have money to spend. Help them spend it Detroit!)

Jim from Sweet Juniper sent us to Honey Bee calling the Guacamole "Black Tar Heroin". And it was. One of Logan's coworkers has been crouching by the kitty litter boxes since the party asking for "More of the stuff..." since the party. It's awkward because I just don't have it in me to drive back down and get the stuff for him. It feels like enabling.

We found all sorts of Mexican cheese and sour cream. Also delicious rice, authentic mexican rice and Detroit made taco shells and tortillas. I did not know we had these things available within reasonable driving distance in Detroit outside of restaurants in Mexicantown.

Additionally we got the joy of seeing our kids gaze upon calf tongues in the meat counter display. When she complains about what's for dinner I just have to remind her of the tongues.

Chopping and grilling and sizzling all our ingredients was a bit of a pain. But the $200 we saved was worth the money.

In the end our food budget, including all taco fixings, rice, sides, and even tamales from Evie's came to $425.

But really how can you look at the cost of the party when you see this picture, sent from one of Logan's co-workers Ryan.

Still, Mostly Fun and Games.

Yesterday I had to send out my first note about the first PTA newsletter deadline.

I'd put it off as long as possible because, enh, I like helping out at school but putting together the newsletter each month can be a little tedious.

At dinner one night I mentioned how I was putting off starting the first newsletter of the year, how it was one of those things making me look forward to school a little less. The other thing I'm not looking forward to: making 243 peanut butter & jelly sandwiches in 2008-09.

Maddie, who is onto me and my love of the school year, said, "See Mom? School starting isn't all fun and games!"

More to the story.

There was a longer story to go with the pictures from our weekend at a friend's cottage over the weekend and I sort of lost my train of thought halfway through. Oh look....SHINY!

On the first night were there Logan woke up in the night hearing a bunch of noise in the front part of the yard. He got up to investigate and heard something crunching and breathing loudly. He couldn't see it because that's one of the things about Up North. It's typically pretty dark and that's what people like about it.

But the crunching noise-making thing walked across the driveway and the moon hit just right and Logan swore it was a bear. A bear....like a black bear! (!!!) (!!!!!!!!!!!!)

When Logan told me this in the morning I thought he was joking as he often does. Like when I ask him if he remembered to pack his bathing suit when we're fifty miles from home and he goes, "Oh SHIT!" and I get all, "Oh Man. I swear if I don't remember everything in this family ! No one remembers anything! And I want a different job....I don't want to be the chronic listmaker!" Then he laughs and he's kidding. Ha!

So I played along with the little black bear joke. "Oh yeah? A bear? Man that's weird because last night? I walked down to the fire pit and Oh My God there was a bald eagle just hanging out with a cigar and a cocktail and he was all 'Hey, what's up?' Weird!"

"No seriously, I think it was a bear."

"Yeah, no I believe you because I became blood brothers with a unicorn last night!"

"Really....look..."

And in the front yard there were several bird feeders dumped and pulled from the ground, out of tree stumps and thrown all over. I said I was sure it was just a raccoon. Upon further inspection it became clear that this:

Did not become this:

Because of a raccoon. I don't even think a unicorn could do that.

This cottage is about three hours north of us (if they haven't closed a large portion of the main freeway and detoured you around adding two hours to the trip) and I had no idea there were bears this far south in Michigan.

I thought bears liked places in Canada. They're nice in Canada and by Canada I don't mean Windsor because that's practically a Detroit suburb. Not exactly hospitable to bears. But no it turns out bears like my friend's cottage too and, apparently, bird seed. Lots of birdseed out of about $300 worth of bird feeders.

This is a picture of a chipmunk dining on the "Bear Trap" the kids created with bird seed, strawberries and peanuts.

Don't tell the kids because in the morning most of the bird seed was gone and there were no more bear sightings. I don't think a bear ate all the bird seed, I think one of the 300 chipmunks and 80 squirrels had a little party. Still, a bear had left a note on the lawn in the morning that read "Thanks for the food! The Bear."

This was clearly a Canadian bear. So polite.

Also, before I got distracted, I wanted to recommend you bring this quiche from Skip To My Lou up north with you to your friend's cottage so they'll know you appreciate their hospitality. Nothing says, "I appreciate you" like eggs, cream, cheese(s) and ham. It was so good I could hardly believe I made it.

Summer Is Really Winding Down. I need more time.

It's pretty awesome when your summer is so full of fun stuff you can barely keep up.

Over the weekend we were invited up north to stay at a friend's family cottage up north.

Here's a handy tip, actually two handy tips: 1) If you don't own a cottage up north? Know someone who does, preferably a few people who do. 2) If you're thinking about buying a cottage of your own, don't. It's a lot of work to maintain two houses. Try convincing your parents to buy a cottage with enough room for you and your family. If you like your parents this is really great because: Built In Babysitters!

I always thought it looked like a book and a sandy beach.

I took the kids out to lunch on Friday because I'd been working all day and felt a little of the guilt. Not enough guilt that I took them to McDonald's and fed them absolute crap. Just enough guilt that we needed to do something out of the house, also the house was all because we were leaving town and I still had a bunch of crap to get done and lunch seemed like the easiest way to spend some quality time.

Quality time turned into tearing up tiny bits of napkins, rolling them into balls and blowing them at each other.

I'm not so much of a Fun Killer that I stopped this "game" at the beginning but after about five minutes I got a little bored and thought maybe we could engage in "conversation" at the table.

Maddie: "Mom, this is fun."

Me: "Really? You're blowing pieces of napkins at each other. It seems kind of boring to me."

Maddie: "Didn't your mother ever let you have fun when you were a kid."

Me: "No, never. Ever." (This is actually totally true. No, seriously.)

Maddie: "Well then, Mom? This is what fun looks like."

Block Party 08

We had our annual block party a few weeks ago. Every weekend since then has been full of some sort of fun activity, I can't keep up. There are, of course, worse problems to have.

I swear we encourage farting in this house.

Back in November I took Gary, The Cat to the vet because he was growling at us and walking weird. Gary is just about the nicest cat you'll ever meet. He's also one of the biggest cats you'll ever meet. It's entirely possible he could break a bone while walking down the stairs. In spite of myself I was concerned. If you'll recall, we paid $115 to find out Gary....was....constipated.

This morning Max came into my room, laid down in the bed and told me his stomach was hurting. This happens to my kids from time to time so we tried a few yoga moves I've learned. We tried having Max lay with a pillow under his stomach. Nothing seemed to help and at hour two he started crying and begging to go to the doctor. An hour before he had been crying and begging not to go to the doctor. (Hello? Shots?)

So I called and told the doctor we needed to get in immediately because my baby has appendicitis or cancer or malaria.

Of course as we drove to the doctor....his abdominal pain went away.

We use a family doctor for "emergency" visits and the pediatrician for our regular check ups because the family doctor has a lot more openings each day, but the pediatrician knows us a lot better. The family doctor is thorough, they have an x-ray machine (pediatrician doesn't) in the office and they're not afraid to use it.

The doctor asked him to pee in a cup for the first time in his life. Max looked at the doctor like she'd lost her fucking mind. "Lady? Do you want to drink my pee?"

After that they took a couple vials of blood and I had a reasonable amount of success at keeping his general "I'm afraid" crying from becoming the "Donkey Bray" (Thank you, Lindsay) screaming it can turn into lately. He cried but it never turned into the mouth thing where I have no choice but to gut myself with the broken end of a liquor bottle.

Finally we had x-rays done.

The diagnosis?

Gas and constipation!

JUST LIKE GARY!

Except it only cost me my pride as a mother being able to tell What The Fuck is going on with my kid and trusting my instincts. Oh, and $25. (Also unlike Gary, Max didn't urinate in the cat carrier on the way home from the vet.)(Also Max wasn't in a cat carrier on the way home from the doctor.)

We're still going to see his pediatrician on Monday to talk about how things have been going, but for now the constipation thing could go a long way in explaining his mood.  I mean the truth is, I've become pretty happy not having to keep track of the poops my kids put in the toilet. There was a time in my life when my days revolved around how much poop came out of each kid. It was a five or six year period and I was pretty happy not to think about anyone's poop but my own.

So I don't know when the last time my kid pooped was. Similarly, my kid doesn't exactly mark down his poops on a calendar and he has no clue when the last time he pooped was. I guess he has more important things to worry about....like curing AIDS or something.

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Hey I did another project with the kids this week. You can read about it at The Buzz Off. As an update, Maddie had a couple friends over this afternoon and took apart her toothpick sculpture and reworked it with them. Nice, an additional hour of daylight burned. Thank you Jesus.

At Mighty Haus we made a Deck Your Deck feature. It's kind of depressing me that almost everything on our list is on sale right now because summer is halfway over. Don't get me wrong, school starting is a pretty big prize but the stupid fall and winter in Michigan is kind of depressing.

At Mighty Junior I've been Christmas shopping....I mean Back To School shopping.....same thing. Here's our Back To School Guide and our Lunchbox Round Up. This week the Back To School Clothes Guide is running.

I'd rather write you something succinct and intelligible but this will have to do.

The kids are still trying to kill me. Unfortunately Max's attempts at killing me have become a lot less pleasant than the usual, "Kids? Aren't they little shit heads half the time!?" Something isn't quite right with my usually easy going dude. I don't know if any of you remember when Max was two and three when I started this website. But Max was a little terror. A demon.

He threw up on me in the middle of tantrums, he threw fits in the grocery store making me leave a full cart in the aisle and run for cover, he was constipated and I think some core part of him believed he was constipated because of me and I had to pay.

But in the last three or four years those tantrums have mostly disappeared. But in the last few months they've come back into our lives and I feel a lot of the time like I'm being held hostage by Max's intense mood and inability to stop making this horrible sound with his mouth that goes a little like this:

"AAAAHHHHH AAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH"

Some of my proudest parenting moments occur when he's making this horrible sound with his mouth.

Like the day last week when his cheap crappy plastic toy from the dentist was broken, for two minutes, until I parked the car, picked up the piece and snapped it back together. The toy was fixed, but his mouth wouldn't stop making that noise. With tears and crying. Crying, hey I can handle a good cry. Sometimes I poke myself in the eye to have a good cry. I like to cry. I understand the outlet.

But this noise he makes with his mouth. It's enough to make me rip my uterus out of my body and stuff it in his mouth.

Okay, that was disturbing and reading that sentence made me gasp with the violence of it all. But MY GOD the stupid noise that comes out of his mouth during these fits. It's just that bad.

So I thought I'd shame him into stopping that noise coming from his mouth by continuing into the store so we could buy a birthday present for a party Maddie was attending that afternoon. I thought, perhaps as a seven-year-old he'd get to the door of Target and realize, "Holy Shit I'm acting like a two year old."

But he didn't. He was still very upset about his toy breaking (and being put together two minutes later) (also, he later claimed he was upset about the cavities the dentist found in his mouth) and couldn't stop crying. He also couldn't stop making that horrific noise come out of his mouth.

He out lasted me in our little game of chicken and even though he didn't care if he walked around the store sounding like a two year old the shame of having a seven year old acting like a bleating goat (thank you, Heather) was too much for me to publicly bear.

We went back to the car empty handed and Oh Boy, this is where I win The Summer Parenting Pageant of 2008. I was pretty angry that we couldn't go into a store because of my son's tantrum. We're past that, remember how I'm better at parenting now that they're older? And how I don't lose my patience very often anymore?

It turns out I don't lose it as often because the kids don't lose it as often. Because I haven't really changed at all. That's reassuring isn't it?

So we're driving home and for the first half a mile I'm willing myself to not hear the "AAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" coming out of Max's mouth. For the second half a mile I try reasoning with him, "Look Max, I know you're upset and I that's okay but please, please, I'm begging you. Please just cry with your mouth closed. Just shut your mouth and cry like that. Okay?"

For the next half a mile I willed myself with all my strength not to drive us into a tree. You'd think my sense of survival would kick in and I'd realize I wouldn't be hearing the noise anymore but then we'd all be dead and that's not ideal. But you have no idea how horrible the noise was. How badly I wanted to get away from it. How hard it was not to throw the car off the road into a slightly wooded park with lots of trees.

Since my survival techniques weren't working I pulled into a parking lot, left the a/c on (though, that would have been another way to stop the noise) and stood outside the car giving myself a time out.

It was like 2003 all over again.

Had it been a one time thing I would have told you this story as a funny little "Oh Dear! Max was tired!" type of thing.

But this is something we've been dealing with for the last few months starting when he hated Day Camp so much he kept the entire neighborhood awake for a couple of hours screaming about it. He had to leave the swim club because of a freak-out, we have to see a specialist to have his fillings done because he lost it at the dentist office, the whole family has laid awake waiting for the wave of fury to pass over the kid so we could all go to sleep.

It's gotten to the point that Logan and I are spending twenty to thirty minutes each night discussing what the hell could possibly be wrong with him.

I spend time thinking maybe I've really done a terrible job raising my kids. Maybe I created a monster and he can't deal with even the smallest disappointments with any grace at all.

But he could....I remember a time when we weren't prisoners of Max and the noise he makes with his mouth and his inability to get a hold of himself. He was normal and one might even say easy going.

My gut tells me something is wrong. He hasn't wanted to play with his buddies from school, he hasn't been his goofy self as often. We went camping this weekend and he usually would have been running around with a pack of kids from school, enjoying the freedom. Instead he seemed a little lost and a little sad.

But I don't see anything physically wrong with him, I only have a "gut feeling". We're supposed to trust those feelings, I know.

Years ago Maddie lost her mind for a few weeks. She acted like a psychotic little girl throwing her favorite stuffed animal in the toilet and then crying saying she didn't know why she did it. She unloaded salt and pepper on tables at restaurants and threw her body around in flailing tantrums in public.

I described her behavior to friends and they said, "Sounds like she's having late Terrible Twos." Or "Oh, that sounds like how my kid acts all the time! Ha!" Or the best, her preschool teacher suggested I tell Maddie to talk to God and ask Him to help her stop throwing her Teddy Bear in the toilet.

Which was a nice idea and all and I am Pro-God for sure. My gut was telling me something was wrong but I couldn't see anything physically wrong with her.

It turned out she had a hidden sinus infection through everyone of her sinuses. We only found it because she'd had an MRI to help us understand her overall low muscle tone.

I've put off seeing the pediatrician because I can't face the possibility that there's nothing physically wrong with him that's causing this.   And I doubt the doctor will do an MRI just to find out if there's something making him act like a psychopath like his sister did years ago.

Although I bet she would if Max started making that terrible sound with his mouth while he's in the office.

Other Places: The Someone Else Should Be The Mom Now Edition

The children have threatened to physically assault me if I don't do "something fun" with them today. I'm not particularly worried about the physical damage they can do to me, I'm pretty strong and know a few ninja moves. I am however concerned about the emotional trauma the two of them can inflict on me with their guilt trips. The unending guilt trips.

Did you know, for example, that trying to hug and tickle Maddie while she's acting bored and 13 and then sticking a (not all that sticky anymore) mustache on her Hannah Montana poster to get a laugh, means I HATE her and NEVER listen to her.

Dinner conversation was lovely last night....

I guess this marks the beginning of the end of my positive attitude about the summer. I am now officially counting down the days until they go back to school and we have a little space to ourselves. Because right now, I'm really fighting back the desire to stick all the remaining mustaches from the party we had Saturday on every Hannah Montana/Ashley Tisdale/Selena Gomez/Jonas Brothers poster in her room.

That's about how mature I'm feeling.

I also kind of want to put my finger about 1 millimeter away from her face and say, over and over, "I'm not touching you."

So I guess we'll be going to see a movie. Max will have to sit between Maddie and I to keep me from giving her a wet willy.

In other less antagonizing and childish news....

Yesterday I closed out the Back To School guide at Mighty Junior.

Maddie and I also made Button Pendant necklaces at The Buzz Off.

I guess that wasn't enough fun, now I've gotta take them to buy ponies.

How to make paper floofs for your party.

I've been meaning to tell you how to make these fabulous tissue paper poofs we used at the Mighty Haus Party at Blogher since I made them last year for our Take This House And Shove It Party.

I first came across them at a party Jordan Ferney threw, look here. Then I realized she throws the world's best parties, please see the Kirtsy/All Top party if you need convincing. So I started a bookmark file where I collect her ideas to use at our parties. Which, while not original, is okay since I'm freely admitting to taking inspiration. It would only be really weird if our social circles mixed together and all her guests were like, "Mustaches? I know a girl in Michigan who does that....."

Anyway here's a tutorial for making your own big tissue paper poof balls.

You'll need 20x30 standard tissue paper, wire,  scissors and fishing line to hang your poofs when you're done.

You can do these in several colors or stick with one, I think it looks lovely either way. For Logan's birthday I used orange because I ordered about 400 sheets of tissue paper to make the poofs for the Mighty Haus launch. That is, in case you're wondering, a metric shit ton of tissue paper. So orange it is! Well was! And if we have another party anytime soon, guess what? Orange!

I use 8-10 sheets of paper stacked nice and neat. Fold the paper like an accordian or a fan making the folds about 1-2 inches wide.

When you've folded the entire sheet, find the middle of the strip, take a piece of wire (about 4-6 inches long) and wrap it around the middle of your tissue strip twisting it and making a loop (to hang your fishing line from after you fluff the thing up).

Now cut the ends. You can do a scalloped edge or a pointy end that I prefer.

Open the strip like a fan and start opening the paper on one side of the wire, gently pulling apart the layers (I open half on each side to keep them rounded.) To keep your poofs from becoming half pom-poms, make sure you pull the first layers of the poofs up toward the middle as much as possible. It will make it easier to make them round later.

Continue pulling apart until you have one half of the poof open. Flip to the other side, fan it out and repeat the process.

Sierra Nevada is optional.

When you're done find the wire loop you made and give it a little shake like a cheerleader. Even though you were never a cheerleader and didn't want to be. This will make them poofy.

I am very particular about how my poofs are fluffed so I have to do them myself. It takes a little trial and error but you'll come up with the way that's easiest for you to do it.

Good luck!

Forbidden Photo #5

This is the no photography warning outside the Super Secret Frozen Yogurt Shop.

I took it to mean don't take pictures of stick figures in wheelchairs.

Oops.