Oils

Two years ago, I made the decision to take a more natural route with our family's health. I wasn't sold on the idea of essential oils for a while. I tried them, I liked them, and that was enough. It wasn't until I began reading labels, realizing how many unknowns we were ingesting that I finally stopped and took oils more seriously.

My kids were the reason that I jumped into this world. I want better for them. Their health is my main concern as their mama. Healthier bodies mean healthier, more fulfilled lives. 

Yes, oils are a trend, but they are not new. Young Living has been essential oils industry leader since 1994. 

Yes, we use these everyday. From attitude issues to zits to colds to cuts and bruises to calming the little ones down, we use these oils for every single issue in the house. 

Some of my must-haves, keep them on me at all times are: StressAway, Lavender, Thieves, Orange, Breathe Again, KidScents, Deep Relief. The list could go on & on. We love our oils. 

How this gets to be my job, leading 700 people, is beyond me. We are blessed, we are overwhelmed, and we are so pumped. If you want to join the best oily team out there, email me at andrealebeaublog@gmail.com to get started. If you're ready to make the plunge into oils, click here and get started. 

***Any suggestions made on this blog are very specific to Young Living essential oils and should not be used with oils from another source. Statements made on this website about Young Living Essential Oils have not been evaluated by the FDA. These products and information are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. Anyone suffering from disease or injury should consult with a physician. If you are currently on medication, please do not stop.

Where Do Babies Come From?

My 4-year-old was fascinated by nursing. It was like the coolest thing to her. I, however, don't know how fascinating I would say lactating out of a fat bag hanging off your body truly is. It's fine. I mean, yeah, all the feelings when you're nursing ONE, but try two vultures sucking the life out of your tired, flappy fat bags. It was all the annoyed feelings. No hate mail, please. No twins, no opinions.

Anyway, nursing. Yes, she was fascinated. We were having a lovely afternoon, just she & I, laying out by the pool. She pokes my fat bags and ponders life:

M: "So, there's no more milk in there, huh?" 
A: "Nope, it's all gone."
M: "Hmm, how does that happen?"
A: "When you stop nursing, the milk goes away."
M: "Hmm, so, men make babies then. Well, God too."
A: "Well, yes, I mean, God creates babies, and he uses men to make them."
M: "But where do they come from?"
A inside: Shiiiiiiiiit.
A: "God puts them in mommy bellies."
M: "Yeah, that doesn't make any sense. Can I go swim now?"
A: "Yes, God, please, yes, go swim."

Once my heart stopped racing, I mentally slapped myself in the face. That was the least cool way to tell her where babies come from, but I'm thinking that the ripe old age of 4 is not the time to delve into the sperm, egg and uterus talk. "Well, honey, one night, mommy & daddy drank a lot of wine, and then 9 months later, I was screaming at my crotch for you to get the hell out." Boom. Parenting: nailed it.

What do you tell your little ones? I'm still too embarrassed to say penis, so I'm thinking a nice pop-up book might be in this kid's future.

Until the next weird-ass conversation,