How We Do Chores {5 years old & 2 years old}

I am a firm believer in chores.  I am pretty sure I had chores early on in life, but unfortunately all I can remember is using my Fischer-Price vacuum.  When I was around 7 years old I remember better.  My mom had me dust, unload the dishwasher, take the trash out of the trashcans in the bathrooms and rooms, things like that.  Brandon had daily chores.  Things like weeding, mowing, sweeping, vacuuming, and taking out the trash.  So we believe in the value of having our girls work hard and participate in helping around the house.  I can’t recall at what age I began having each of them learn how to do some chores.  I think Shiloh was 3 when I first started.  But lets just say these are the chores they get to do now that they are 5 and 2 (2 and a half to be exact).

IMG_1279I usually try to time the chores while Leilani is first up in the morning.  That way they can get into their room and not disturb her nap time.  We typically start with them both helping to unload any clothes from the dryer.  Most mornings its Brandon’s work clothes in there, so they already know that those go onto Mommy & Daddy’s bed (for me to fold and put away later on).  Then we take out the family laundry hamper.


One takes the clothes out of the hamper, and the other puts them into the washing machine.  I usually monitor the clothes going into the wash, in case there are any special items that need to be cared for differently.  Most of the time I wash all our clothes the same: delicate cycle with cold water.  Any stained clothes or whites that get bleached don’t get put into the laundry hamper, I keep them up on the washing machine so I can pre-treat them, and then those loads I do without the girlies help.  Anyways.  We start the load and they have a blast taking turns pushing the buttons.

IMG_1284IMG_1285Then they move into their room.  With three girls all sharing a modest sized room, we have to keep it clean.  I have organized their toys into 4 totes, labeled, and placed inside the closet.  They both know which toys belong where.  Well, I should say, Shiloh knows.  Capri is fairly good at it.  But honestly, I don’t care if toys get put in the wrong tote, as long as they get put into one.  Every so often I re-organize them.  It helps that they don’t have an over abundance of toys.  I am strict about that.  For us, it works to keep the toys to a minimum and to make sure we have a small amount of toys that give them hours of fun, creative, and endless play.  Also, we don’t have many large toys. Maybe 4 or 5 bigger toys and those we have found spots for under the bed, or the closet also.  I learned a couple years ago that if I had a spot for their toys to go, then it made cleaning up a breeze.  Now no matter how messy their room gets, they can clean it up completely in under 10 minutes all by themselves.  Seriously, all moms need to figure out a system that works for them like this.  Its amazing.

IMG_1286Shiloh has been learning how to make her bed.  Again, I don’t care if its perfect, as long as the sheets and comforter are pulled up and the stuffed animals are put away or put neatly by the pillows.  While they work on those chores, I grab anything that is on their dresser and clean those things up.  And then when the totes are all filled, I pick them up and put them back into the closet.  Capri and Shiloh then do a sweep of the living room looking for any toys left around out there and put them away into the totes.  Done and done.

IMG_1292Next, we move out to the living room.  Capri puts books away into the book basket that have been taken out.  I let them have the freedom to grab library books at any time to sit and read to themselves.  So usually they have made a mess after breakfast and there are books all over the sofa and floor.  Putting them away is a perfect chore for little Capri.  And everything takes longer with a 2 year old.  So while she does that.  Shiloh sweeps.

IMG_1290Shiloh hasn’t always swept.  Before I gave her my little hand vac and let her vacuum up the crumbs under the kitchen table.  But now she is good as sweeping.  I guess its a perfect example of how some kids motor skills need time to grow before they are ready for certain chores.  She is able to sweep the entire main rooms and also manage sweeping up the crumbs into the dustpan.  She misses spots, but that is fine.  I deep clean it myself enough that having her miss places is still worth having her learn and help with a majority of the floors.

IMG_1308When the floors have been swept, its Capri’s turn to dry mop them.  She LOVES to do this.  She’ll actually do it for 30 minutes if I let her.

IMG_1298By this time, the clothes in the wash are finished.  Just to give you an idea of the time, the cycle runs for 34 minutes.  So all in 30 minutes time, their room is cleaned, the main floors are swept and clean, and none of these chores were rushed… and with anything we do, there were lots of little kid breaks as they giggle and run around.  So next, the girls take their places and pull clothes out of the wash and put them into the dryer.  Its cute, with most things they like to take turns and switch around, but with this chore, Shiloh likes to pull clothes out of the wash and then hand them to Capri, and she puts them into the dryer.  I usually watch them do this just to make sure nothing that is suppose to air dry gets put in the dryer, or to help with any wet clothes that get tangled and hard to pull out of the washing machine.

IMG_1295Then fast forward and when the clothes are all done and dry, I sit down on the floor and fold them up.  What works for me is to just fold up the girls clothes into sorted piles.  I save Brandon and my clothes to do later myself.  Then Shiloh’s job is to take each pile and go put them away in her drawers.

Like I said before, this is a typical chore time for us.  But it varies.  I don’t use a chart… my girls just aren’t motivated by stickers for these kinds of things.  Some days its just one of these chores.  Some days we don’t do any.  But I think the biggest thing I have learned is that they aren’t doing a chore without watching me do them first.  They have watched me for so long doing these things that now they are familiar with them.  And in some cases are eager to do it because they want to be “like mommy”.  Also, most of these chores I had to work at teaching them how to do them.  But it pays off.  It pays off to sit there and put in the extra time doing it alongside them because now they can do most, if not all their chores, completely independent.  I just tell them its time to clean their room, and they do it.  When we first began, I had to sit in their room, pick up a toy, and then point to where they should go put it.  So some chores take that investment time first.  Other chores they get to do are helping to feed Roxy, clean their hamster’s cage, take groceries out of the bag and hand them to me, put their dirty dishes into the sink, wipe clean the kitchen table, and when we go grocery shopping, they get to hold the list for me and help me check out.

I also don’t pay them.  Maybe one day I’ll give them opportunities to go above and beyond and earn some money doing a chore.  But for now, I am teaching them that these chores are just a part of their role in our family.  Their reward for cleaning their room is having a clean room (and a sane mommy).  I make sure I encourage them.  Their little personalities love to hear “I love the way you are sweeping”  or “you are really great at putting your toys where they belong”.  They are learning to take pride in their chores and have fun while doing them.  I love seeing their faces as they do their chores.  It says everything.

Day by Day

I have taken a HUGE hiatus from the blog.  First it started as just the need to put my laptop down and focus on my family, myself, and my household.  Later my laptop actually took its own hiatus and I had to send it to get repaired. Well, its back, and I am back too!  I missed this little place to share my heart and my thoughts.

Some of ya’ll who know me well, will know that I struggle with post partum depression.  Even saying it is hard.  I think sometimes there is a stereotype associated with it.  And as a mom, there is the guilt that you shouldn’t have it because it’ll somehow hinder your kids.  I wanted to share my story.  Perhaps it will helps someone else.

IMG_1003I have gotten post partum depression (PPD) after each of my girls were born.  It doesn’t hit until they are around 5 months old.  Don’t ask me why, I am not an expert… but what I think happens is that around 5 months my girls begin to eat solids, and nurse less.  So something hormonally changes as they nurse less that puts me into a season of PPD.  For me, my biggest symptoms aren’t crying, sadness, etc… my symptoms include memory loss, not being able to focus, easily overwhelmed, and more along those lines.  Brandon usually is the first to notice it.  Having his support through this all has been crucial.  His love and gentleness amazes me.

IMG_0973Yea, I have bad days, days that are hard to function normally.  After Shiloh was born, it was the worst.  I didn’t understand what was happening, didn’t reach out for help, and didn’t know how common PPD was.  When Capri turned 5 months old, I was more self-aware and when the PPD hit, I tried for 2 months to use some natural remedies and lifestyle changes.  They didn’t help (probably didn’t hurt it though).  So, after a lot of prayer, and against my stubbornness, I saw a doctor.  He was great.  He used some kind of screening tests… I wish I could remember more about them…  Anyways, I scored super high for PPD despite the fact that I wasn’t showing the more “depression-style” symptoms.  He prescribed me some medication to help bring my body back into balance.  Now after Leilani’s birth, the medication has helped enormously.  When she was 5 months old, my scatter brain, 2 second memory symptoms arrived, but this time, I was prepared.  Now I am managing them, making sure I get through this season of life.  Handling the PPD.  It doesn’t scare me anymore.  I don’t feel guilty like I used to.  I don’t stress over it.  I take it day by day.  And I know this won’t last forever.

IMG_0776So after all my rambling.  I am thankful to get to share this story here… haha, and hopefully it can help someone else who has had, has, will have PPD.  I can honestly say that I am being the best mommy I can be for my daughters.  Through the failures, through the hard times, they are getting the best of me.  God has shown me a lot through these past 5 years.  I have learned a lot as I trusted Him and sought after wisdom, grace, healing, and patience.  Day by day I need Him.  More than anything else, I need Him.  He lifts my spirit, and He encourages me.  He reminds me to not let my flesh get the best of me.

“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17

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Update:  If you are a mommy (or not) and feel like you might have PPD, anxiety, or any other kind of mental/physical/emotional struggle, please, PLEASE, reach out to someone.  Tell your husband, a close friend, call your doctor.  Its not shameful.  A good doctor will know how to treat your symptoms.  Sometimes your symptoms might look like mine, sometimes they will be different.  If you feel like the walls are closing in around you, hopeless, unmotivated, angry, anxious, snippy, exhausted, reclusive… then I urge you to get help.  I felt those all at one point or another.  And keeping them to myself only made things worse.  Opening up to my husband helped me feel like I wasn’t alone.  Eventually it was Brandon that made me get help.  He even called and made the appointment for me.  He drove me there.  He supported me through the whole thing.  Emotionally, I needed that support system.  If you feel like you can’t do it yourself, ask someone to make you get help.   You deserve it.  Trust me, you really deserve it!   

Little Ekstrom Conversations- {Capri Edition}


Or otherwise referred to in our house as Caprisms…

Conversation 1.
Capri:  Jesus, thank you for…. (pauses to look at Shiloh)…. Hey!  Close your eyes!

Conversation 2.
Mommy:  Capri, what did you dream about?
Capri:  I dream about… um… tooties.

Conversation 3.
Mommy:  Thank you for doing my hair.  Does Mommy look pretty?
Capri:  No.  Not yet.

Conversation 4.
Capri:  You are the best mommy ever!  And I am the best Capri ever.

Conversation 5.
Daddy:  Capri, you need to get back in the kitchen.
Capri:  Oh, haha, sorry.  I forgive you.

Conversation 6.
Daddy:  Well hi Miss Diva!
Capri:  I am not Miss Diva, I am Capri.

Today I Needed It…

IMG_9708I do not lie when I tell people that EVERY SINGLE time I take the girls into town to run an errand we get stopped by someone who comments about my kids.  Every time.  I don’t know why.  Maybe its having three girls, or maybe because I have a baby with me… not sure why either of those stand out.  Most of the days, I actually get annoyed.  I know, I know, I shouldn’t.  But I do.  The comments like, “Oh wow, THREE girls?  You poor thing.” get old.  So because of those comments, it makes me dread when anybody says anything.

Fast forward to today.

It took me 55 minutes to get out the door.  FIFTY FIVE minutes.  That is just crazy.

Why?  Because I had to specify each and every thing that Shiloh needed to do.  Capri got herself dressed, and then I turned around and she had undressed herself.  We started again.  She put her underwear on backwards.  We started again.  She couldn’t figure out her socks, so I had Shiloh help her…. that began a giggle-fest of chaos.  (Those are real, trust me).  I got Leilani ready.  She cried every time I put her down.  Hello separation-anxiety.  I had to intervene in the sock fiasco.  Then Capri finished getting herself ready, but put her jeans on backwards.  Now you probably wonder why I have her dress herself… because she is two and she wants to do everything “I do it”-style.  At this point, Shiloh decided that she would just lose all ability to listen to me and do anything I was telling her to do.  Two girls go potty…. separately, otherwise another giggle-fest of chaos would ensue.  I change Leilani’s diaper only to find that she has blown out and gotten her entire outfit dirty.  I have to then re-dress her as she wiggles and tries to flip over.  At this point I was about to give up and make the call to stay home.  But I realized I would still have to re-do this whole thing the next day if I didn’t go to town today.  So I finally get the baby in the car seat.  Have the big girls put their boots on and stand by the door.  I load them in the car.  Go back inside to spend 2 minutes on my hair/makeup/brushing teeth…. and 55 minutes later we are on our way to town.

Its a long drive to town.  I spent it shaking my head and laughing at how difficult the morning was.  I just couldn’t believe how they wore me out.  Little minions.  I felt like I was drowning… and I still had a shopping trip to tackle with them.

At the store, sure enough, the comments began.

“Oh look at them, so cute!”

“Wow, and you have a baby too!”

“Three girlies, how precious.”

“They are so cute, you have your hands full!”

“Great little helpers.”

Today, those comments felt good.  Today I needed them.  I needed to know that my 55 minute marathon paid off.  That although it took 55 minutes, my girls appeared “cute”.  That they were well-behaved while shopping.  The comments were like honey to my heart.  Today I need that honey.  Nobody made any of the annoying comments, somehow everyone had something sweet to say.  I almost hugged the little old lady who said they were great little helpers.  It was a little piece of evidence that I was doing something right.  These kind of days are the hardest for me, but as we checked out and walked back to the car, I felt so encouraged and had all my patience and sanity restored.

Now if I could only figure out how to never have another 55 minute morning again…


Teaching Her.


Our decision to start homeschooling Shiloh wasn’t necessarily because of a public vs. homeschool education, although we do have our opinions on that.  It was more due to the fact that she was ready to learn and yet, wasn’t old enough to begin Kindergarten at any of the local schools.  She was ready, and we figured we would give her a chance to ‘do school’ at home and that way she would (1) be able to fulfill her desire to learn and (2) we could give homeschooling a try to see if it was something that could work for our family.

IMG_7414IMG_7445Turns out we LOVE it.  We chose this curriculum, thanks to several family and friends recommendations.  Initially I thought that with Shiloh only being 4 years old, we would have to omit some of the lessons that were too advanced for her age.  But it turns out that so far, we haven’t omitted a single thing.  Granted we are only 10 weeks in, but I really don’t think we will have to skip anything.  She loves it.  The curriculum pairs a letter of the alphabet with something that God has made in the world, and then a characteristic of God.  Mix that with the phonics, math concepts, science studies, and reading lessons and she ends up getting a great week of learning.  For instance we just completed W-week… which we learned about W-w-water, that Jesus gives our spirits living water to drink, and we studied the three phases of water: liquid, solid, and gas.  Each week builds upon the previous for phonics and blending letter sounds to eventually reading simple words.


IMG_9842The best part is that she has so much fun.  I do too.  It really is my favorite part of the day.  Really!  No lies.  I adore seeing her eyes light up when I tell her to get her school stuff out and that its time to start.  I love hearing her voice sing the little songs we learn.  I love watching her brain think as she sounds out words.  And I love getting messy with her as we make a craft or do a little science project.  Capri usually tags along, which is chaotic, but extremely fun also.  Leilani is nice to us and usually is still sleeping or taking her morning nap.  Sometimes we are still in our jammies.  Sometimes my kitchen table and counter tops are covered in papers, scissors, glue, paint, and crayons.  Sometimes we ‘do school’ for 2 hours, and some days we are having so much fun, we keep going until lunchtime.  I have heard from other homeschooling moms who talk about how sweet it is to teach their kids, and I get it.  There is something very precious about the time I get to spend with Shiloh.  Its a great fit for our family right now.  I am thankful to have this opportunity and I am excited to start back up after our Christmas break.


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December 15, 2014 - 1:35 pm

Tyler Dean - Mannnn this made me miss y’all sooooo much! I think it means that it’s time for “Tiger” to come visit! :-)