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Same Me, New Name

Same Me, New Name

Hey, friends!

To those of you who are new here – welcome! And to those who have been around for a while, thanks for sticking with me through the change!

I had been taking My Mommy Doodles in a few different directions, and not all of those directions were doodles. So I had been contemplating a brand change for a while. I finally made the jump and turned My Mommy Doodles into A Pinch of Saltus. Don’t worry. I’m not changing much else. I’ll still be doodling, crafting, writing about parenthood, and finding inspiration and positivity through all things color.

So what’s with the name? Well, Saltus is my family’s last name (that’s pretty obvious). Our entire bunch (the four of us, grandparents, aunts and uncles, you name it) are really into playing with words. So it made complete sense to pick a phrase with the word ‘salt’ in it and go from there.

Here you’ll find a pinch here and a pinch there of our lives. A Pinch of Saltus.

And there you have it, folks.

Take a look around!



Thoughts on Halloween (on National Pumpkin Day)

Thoughts on Halloween (on National Pumpkin Day)

I know I loved Halloween when I was a kid. But, during my angsty period (which lasted half of my life and is what I remember most), I deemed myself too cool to dress up for Halloween. While everyone else came up with elaborate costumes and frequented wild parties, I stayed home like a true angsty loner.

What a lame bird I was.

Here I am, just short of my 35th birthday (no comment), and my four-year-old thinks Halloween is the best.thing.ever. She picked out a costume idea months ago, and we made it from scratch. My husband has been adding creepy stuff to our house each week (skulls, gravestones, skeletons, spiders, you name it), and our kids are eating it up. We haven’t broken out the candy yet, but they know it’s coming.

Parenthood is a trip. I’m more tired and stressed out than I’ve ever been before. But I’m also happier, for so many reasons. One of those reasons is that I am now putting my angsty bullshit aside and getting in touch with my inner child – someone I lost touch with a long time ago. Remembering that little girl from thirty years ago helps me be a better parent today.

And that’s why I’ll be wearing a unicorn onesie on Halloween – for my kids (and for myself, let’s be totally honest). Maybe I can keep their angst at bay a little longer if I show them that having fun (and a good attitude) is what life is really all about.

Are you dressing up for Halloween with your rugrats?

Mama out.

Inspiration in the Dollar Spot

Inspiration in the Dollar Spot

Hey, friends!

If you’ve watched my Instagram stories, you probably saw that I have an awesome case of hives right now. I’m covered head-to-toe and want to scratch myself to death. Of course, during a week when I would love to just lay on the couch with ice packs and Benadryl, I have two kids (one with no school this week and the other with a short week), none of my usual childcare, a husband swamped at work, a pile of my own work I just can’t get to, and a fried mommy brain.

I don’t know what my kids will be eating for dinner (probably macaroni or chicken nuggets), they’re watching more television than I’d like, and I can’t (won’t…let’s be honest) take them outside because it’s raining.

I had just about reached my limit when I went to unwrap some stuff I got in the Target Dollar Spot a couple of weeks ago (raise hands for the Dollar Spot). In walk these pencils, which immediately spoke to me a second time (the first time being when I found them in the Dollar Spot…duh).

These pencils are reminding me of what I’m doing here in the first place (literally here on this blog and also in life in general). Here are my thoughts:

The Adventure Begins

Less than two years ago I was tired, overwhelmed, and depressed with two teeny tiny rugrats. I lived every day in survival mode just trying to get to bedtime. Some medicine, therapy, a fulfilling hobby and a blog later, I’m starting to figure out how to find joy in all of this chaos. What an adventure.

Dreaming Bigger

A couple of years ago I had no big dreams. I had spent my entire life tunnel-visioned in school, then slaving away at my job for five years, before having a baby and realizing I had no effing clue what I wanted out of my life. Starting this blog and Instagram was pretty much the first fulfilling thing I have done for myself and myself only, probably ever. My dreams matter.

Focus on Today

Right now, I’m focusing on today, like my pink pencil is reminding me to do. I’m getting a blog post up, which is 100% more than I thought I would accomplish today. I’m currently patting myself on the back, as I wrote this entire blog post with my children running in circles around me (literally).

Endless Possibilities

I have no idea where this blog will take me. Maybe nowhere. The possibilities are endless. Even if all I have is a hobby, I’m okay with that, because I’m having fun doing it. Plus, I hope I can pass on some of my newfound positivity to some of you.

Making Big Plans

I have a lot of ideas for this blog. Even if they don’t succeed, making plans is fun. Our family also has a move on the horizon, which has me excited for the future, even though I’m overwhelmed by all of the things I have to accomplish over the next nine months.

I Can and I Will

As someone who pulled an all-nighter in fifth grade, I wouldn’t classify myself as lazy. If anything I work too hard and deprive myself not only sleep but also sanity. I’m setting goals and reaching them, if it’s the last thing I do. But I’ll set some boundaries, for my sanity.

So there you have it, folks: a boatload of inspiration from a $1.00 pack of pencils from the Target Dollar Spot.

Go get ’em, people.

Mama out.


New School Year, New Me!

New School Year, New Me!

Happy Monday, friends!

I write this post the night before the beginning of a new school year.

This summer has been LONG. At times, excruciatingly so, especially these last two weeks.

I keep seeing Facebook and Instagram posts from fellow parents sadly saying goodbye to summer. You know, the Oh, Summer Don’t End! type. Perhaps I’m a Debbie Downer, but… Summer, BUH-BYE!

After two months full of camp and entire afternoons at the pool, we capped summer off with a two-week family vacation, including both sets of grandparents. But when we got back, we had two more weeks to fill. After months of lathering sunblock on wiggly tyrants and dragging them from one summer activity to the next, I was flat exhausted. I’m pretty sure that all we did for the last two weeks was arts & crafts and watch movies. Cue the #momguilt.

Long story short, today is the day I have been longing for – the first day of school! I need the structure back in my life. Structure makes me a better mom, and it makes my kids less batshit crazy (just being honest here). Fall also means that I can get back to my mom uniform of black leggings and boots (a far cry from my mom uniform of jean shorts and Birkenstocks). I’m very versatile…

As an added bonus, I’ll have some time to get more work done in peace (ommmmm…), which should do wonders for my cottage-cheese mom brain. Despite working from home consistently since my first child popped out, my brain does not function as it used to. While doing a craft this past week (for context: an elephant you put together with stickers), I sat staring at two stickers and said out loud “What are these things?! These don’t belong here! Elephants don’t have these!” Without skipping a beat, my four-year-old turned to me and said “Mommy, those are tusks.” OMFG I forgot that elephants have tusks. #facepalm

Needless to say, I’m feeling motivated and excited to be back into the swing of things.

I’m sure my kids will come home with some great material for My Mommy Doodles (art, quips, dance moves – you name it).

So on that note (and because I’m tired), go kick some ass this week!

Mama out.

P.S. I would be remiss to not mention the reality and importance of today – 9/11. Sixteen years ago, I was a freshman at NYU, on my way to class, and I stood on campus, with hundreds of other students, watching the towers come down. That day feels like just yesterday, and that moment is permanently emblazoned in my brain. Humans can do unspeakably horrible things to each other. This is a reality I know my children will come face-to-face with as they grow older. They will come to me and my husband and will have questions and will seek explanations. I don’t know if I will have the right things to say. But what I do know is that I am trying, each minute of every day, to teach my children the importance of kindness and compassion. We cannot control most of what life throws at us. But we can control the words we speak, the actions we take, and the kindness we show to others. What we have in our hearts is the legacy we should pass down to our children.

P.P.S. If you, your family, or your friends live in Florida (or any other areas affected by the hurricane), we hope you are safe, and we send you our love.

You’re Ruining My Life!

You’re Ruining My Life!

Hey, folks!

Long time no blog.

As you can see, my daughter (who is only four-years-old, mind you), has declared that I am ruining her life. I am sure this is just the first of many times when she will utter this lovely phrase.

Why, you ask, am I ruining her life?

Because I have decided to prioritize myself a little more (for shame!).

We are in an extreme form of summer slide in this house. Camp is over. Vacation is over. Pool weather is gone. School has not started. We are all over it (well, mommy is over it).

I decided to implement “laissez faire” parenting a little more, where I spend a good portion of my day working and letting my kids entertain themselves. Don’t worry – I have a workspace set up where I can see them playing (I’m a good mom, people).

For the past two days, I have been rolling more work into our regular schedule, which means I have spent less time sitting on the floor playing pretend (I can’t say I mind – even the best mommies have a threshold for this).

And so, I am ruining her life. I had originally suspected that I wouldn’t hear this phrase until one of my kids made it to at least age ten. We’re at least six years ahead of schedule. I guess that means my child is very advanced.

What’s the takeaway here? You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Just do you. I wasn’t happy being a mommy robot. Working when I had child care just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. I needed to work more, for myself – both at my “real” work and at this, which I hope will become real work as I continue to hustle.

My kids will survive, and yours will too. I will still play with my kids and take them to do fun things, and you will too. I will still read them books and teach them new things, as will you.

We will all be better off in the long run prioritizing ourselves, because in turn we prioritize our families. Happy mommy, happy kids.

Happy weekend!

Mama out.

P.S. Blog posts will be weekly in these parts from here on out – weekly update style. I’ll be adding to my shop too, with lots of fun things coming your way. Mama has lots of ideas in this brain of hers. Every day I’m hustlin’!