Here I am! {Convos with the Bros.}

If you’re following Svellerella on Facebook, you’ll have noted I took an accidental-on-purpose blogging vacay this month.  If you’re not following me on FB, go on then and do eet because that’s where I share my extra/side/extremely glamorous behind-the-scenes info and give you all heads ups about the giveaways and stuff I’ll be doing in the future. I’m also super active on Instagram posting all the pictures of my children like a big ol’ PARENT.  Or don’t follow, that’s fine. The blog still turns, but won’t be returning to its full-throttle excellence until January.

The accidental-on-purpose blogging vacay has been great.  It’s good to know I can step away whenever and not feel like the internet will break if I don’t blab about nothing to no one on it.  But I guess I am a true and blue blogger because the itch to type remains, and here I am to scratch it.

Craig, myself, and the brothers three are still here, enjoying our family, and happily NOT relocating for Craig’s job.  I’m relieved and feel like I can breathe again, and have a baby in the springtime.  Meanwhile, we’re on a house hunt which we’re hoping will end by the summer. I’m so excited about this owning-a-home part I cannot squeal girly enough. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to wax and wane about it over the months to come. Craig’s doing great, and he’s my knight in shining armor who showers me with bags of mini Twix when he knows I’m stressed out.  A husband to a fourth-time prego wife knows better by now, and boy do I feel like a dainty hippo princess.

Why am I blogging right as Christmas falls upon us and everyone has so much free time to read blogs? Cause I wanna.  And for two other reasons: Emmett turns 4 next week, so I have to do a little birthday post for him.  And secondly, Collin The Terrible Two Year Old is talking so much I’ve got to take some of this down because um, he’s my child and I think everything he says is angelic and cherub-y, of course.

And don’t worry, Lexington won’t let anyone forget him without a fight.

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Lexington: Collin, go and get that LEGO, right there.
Collin: I can’t do it, bro.

Carolyn: Collin, what color should Mommy paint her toenails?
Collin: uhh. BLACK.

Carolyn: Collin, are you kidding me? You pooped again! WHY!   ((seriously it was like #5 for the day))
Collin: Uh, cause, Momma.

Lexington: *takes walk of shame to the corner*
Collin (spectating): Not good, bro. Not good.

Collin (every morning): Hi, Mom. awww! Hug! Kiss!

Carolyn: No, not right now. You can have an orange later.
Collin: NO! BAD BOY, MOM! Oh-gee righhh NOW!
Collin: Not good, Mom.

Collin: Wetz watch Weh-monhead.
Carolyn: Lemon head? I don’t understand you.
Collin: WEH. MEN. HEAD! Righh dere! Wook, mom.
Carolyn: Ah, Robin Hood.
Collin: Sss’yes, Mom.  WEMONHEAD!

Collin to Nan (what they call my mom): Nan, Ban-dain on toes?
Nan: Yes, a band-aid.
Collin: A boo-boo? Aww. Okay, Nan?

Collin: One more oh-gee (orange), please, Mom?  Fank- youmom.

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Lexington: Wait– WAIT. You and Dad are the BOSS?!
Carolyn: mm-hm.
Lexington: The bosses of this family?!
Lexington: Because you are married?
Carolyn: Yup.
Lexington: –and you are in LOVE?!
Carolyn: mm-hm.
Lexington: *slaps forehead* I just can’t believe it.

Lexington (at Target): Something smells disgusting. I bet it’s coming from that pink aisle with all the girl stuff in it.

Carolyn: Wow, it’s hot up here.
Lexington: I dunno about that, but I smell victory. …yep. Nothing but the smell of victory up here.

Lexington (to Collin): Here, I’m playing a little lullaby for you to get all snoozed and boozed and sleepy.

Carolyn: Did someone get into the dessert? I smell chocolate.
Lexington: Well, I don’t smell chocolate, but I do smell something delicious like potato-banana-breath.

Lexington: Mom, the world needs Froggy Town.

Lexington: COLLIN! Take your “no” voice and put it in your mouth.  Take your “yes” voice out.  That’s the voice I like.

Lexington: Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a town full of color and buildings but there was a black magic wand which made everything turn into dark, black, DISGUSTING …carpet! And there were spiderwebs crawling around spinning puke at everyone. And there was a mean doctor who made the mean spiders feel better.  And there was like twenty…nine spiders stomping.  And superheroes came to save the world. And the whole village turned back to what it was before. THE END.

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Emmett (upon first seeing the Christmas tree set up in my parent’s living room): It’s a very good Christmas tree! It’s ah-beautiful! You made a good Christmas tree! BEST Christmas tree! MERRY CHRISTMAS TREE!!

Carolyn: I love you, Emmett
Emmett: Yes, Mother.


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…more on Emmett later because his birthday is next week!  Talk soon!

Selfie times + a FREE illustration PDF just ’cause you’re great.


Good week to you all.

I turned 30 a few weeks ago. My thoughts about the big three-oh are inscribed here, forever and ever or until something like Revolution happens.  Craig and I loved that show. WHY was it cancelled!?  For my thirtieth I got the trifecta of the cliche Housewives of [enter your city] Spa day– which I’ve never in my 30 years gotten to do!

A prenatal massage (foxily covered by our FSA!) at the crack of dawn?  Yes, I’ve had one before; but at 30, and after having three children, I must say it was infinitely more appreciated and enjoyed.

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Breakfast at Starbucks with the obligatory free Birthday coffee and cake pop? Yes. Best believe I haven’t missed that one since they came out with it.

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An hour to write, uninterrupted? Hardly ever, but YES. That hour produced this post.

A pedicure? Check.

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Lunch out with my baby sister? Amen.

[[No photo here because I was stuffing my face with Panera.]]


So I got to do all of dat in one day, and I was exhausted after it all. And then I was disgusted about being exhausted.  But the boys made it all worth it in the following hours and consecutive days by being screechy and pooping lots.  Scenes not shown in reality TV.

BUT, I know why you’re really here. WHO won my Favorite Things Giveaway?! I announced it on my Facebook page, and Rafflecopter has it displayed below the post.  There you go!

I really, really, really am bummed I couldn’t give to everyone, but there is something I can give- which won’t make up for the loveliness of the giveaway, but what about a free printable PDF of this little illustration I scribbled out?


Click here (or on the image above) to download your FREE Print :)

With all the snow hitting us and all the grams of the FOOT-age hitting –especially this lady– I just can’t get this line from Disney’s Frozen out of my head.
There you go! Love to you all– and keep your eyes open for a few more little giveaways.

HINT: Rimal Rit Raste. Comin back atcha soon :)

A few of my favorite Things {GIVEAWAY!}


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Snifffffff… nothin’ like the smell of b*tchy resting face in the plain of day.

Welcome to a few examples of why Carolyn doesn’t fashion blog much.  Also welcome to my 2014 All Star list of favorite locally made and health-aware products.   These lovely items have outshone everything else among my items I consider a luxury which I am blessed to be able to wear and use on a regular basis.  Let’s untie that brown paper package, shall we?   **Note note note** that I love these products so much that I’m an affiliate for many of them, and I so appreciate you clicking on and purchasing through the links (at no additional cost to you) I give because it helps my family out. Thank you from me and mine.

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{ Svellerella’s 2014 Favorite Things! }


 – The Wrapped Cardigan-

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Say hello to my favorite cardigan this year:  Seamly Co.’s Wrapped Cardigan.  When I discovered Seamly Co through Instagram late last year, I purchased their purple wrapped cardigan while being totally excited to contribute to sustainable fashion and their awesome mission of producing US made goods.  After wearing it for everything from a cozy momiform to a flowy part of my Sunday Best, I’d worn the fellow out so much that I almost panicked knowing I needed a new one.

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Seamly Co came out with a gorgeous oatmeal color this fall and will you cringe too much when I tell you …I fell? AH! My favorite thing about this cardigan is the flow-y forgiveness of a growing baby bump!  Blessedly versatile and look how cute!

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Seamly Co shows us three different ways to wear this cardigan on their site.  Go look!

-Wrenn Jewelry-

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I know I’m singing the tune I’m every woman when I say I’m SUPER picky about the kind of jewelry I like.  By now I think I’ve made it loud and clear that I’m a lifer for Wrenn Jewelry.

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Alissa hand makes her simple, yet gorgeously sparkly lovelies with care and is so attentive to every detail.  Her pieces stand out individually, which is excellent because while I love (the right kind) of jewelry, I think less is more and everything she makes steals the show on its own.

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Did I mention Alissa is a mother of two who had her youngest baby while fighting Non-Hodgkins Follicular Lymphoma and Crohn’s Disease?  And have I mentioned that she’s the sweetest and one of the most generous people I’ve met through Instagram?  I know I have, but there it is again.
Check her site out, and treat yo’self. …or mention it to your significant other and offer to write his final paper in exchange for his purchase of the Green with Wrennvy Oval ring. I mean I didn’t do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Got a B. :(


-Primal Pit Paste deodorant-

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For the last few years I’ve gone through countless sticks of waxy natural deodorants in failed attempts to find something which keeps the stink at bay and also doesn’t ruin the pits of my clothes.  In the spring, my friend Ashley recommended I try Primal Pit Paste.   I ordered a jar of their patchouli scent. I ordered Craig a sample size because I can never be sure if he’s on board.  When I found myself angry that he kept stealing from my jar, I knew we’d found a winner.

We made it through the summer, with about three weeks of a broken AC, and guess whose pits never knew the difference?  Mine.
Guess what else? Primal Pit Paste now makes an actual stick of deodorant– but I’m too primal for that now and I love my jar of paste. ;)


-Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lashes-

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Okay so I avoid online makeup/jewelry/handbag/nail wrap parties like the plague.  Why? Because in my experience, the product is never up to snuff, the style doesn’t jive with mine, and the prices are always more than I want to spend on something I don’t really like.

And then Ali messaged me about Younique 3D Fiber Lashes.  In my usual abrasive fashion, I told her of my skepticism.  But sweet Ali sent me a package in the mail and I found myself giving Younique a shot, despite my prejudices.  I’ve been using them for a solid 2 months and yep, she converted me.

BUT! The small catch about Younique Fiber Lashes –which I suspect is frequently misunderstood about the product– is that it’s not really a mascara.  The application process is totally different, though quite simple.

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When I first tried YM3DFL, I skimmed the instructions, and started slathering everything on in fast layers like a normal mascara and voila tarantula legs are shooting out of my eyelids and I look like a monster.   After re-reading everything and watching Ali’s tutorial, I carefully tried again– BA-BOOM!! My lashes were touching my eyebrows.  I looked Younique up on EWG’s Skin Deep Cosmetic Database to check for the toxicity in their ingredients and I was impressed to see that it rates safer than my old faithful Bare Escentuals mascara.  I’m happy to have found another keeper!

This product truly is a little luxury, especially exciting to have around the holidays, and I’m giddy Ali was sweet enough to take a chance on queen Elsa.  Nah nah nah hey nah nah.

-Young Living Essential Oils-

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I’ve been learning about using essential oils for a few years. Slowly I’ve tried a few different brands here and there, experimenting with different smells and since I’m predisposed to look for an alternative way to say, relieve a headache, calm a wild child at bedtime, sanitize grubby little hands, soothe an upset tummy, and relieve anxiety I guess I’m a big ol’ sucker for essential oils.  Last month I won a generous gift certificate to buy a startup kit with Young Living, and since I’d been talking with Craig for over a year about becoming a distributor (this is how slow I am about things), I finally signed up!  So here we are and I am super excited to be able to share my love of these wonderful oils with you directly.


Do you like my list?  I like my list.

Thanks to the generosity of my favorite companies, and as a huge thank you for your readership this year, you, my favorite Svell reader, have a chance to win each of these items in one big, virtual brown paper package tied up with the loveliest of strings.

The winner of my Faves of 2014 Giveaway will receive:

  1. A Seamly Co Wrapped Cardigan in your choice of color and size.

  2. $50 online Gift Card code to shop at Wrenn Jewelry

  3. One of Primal Pit Paste’s deodorants in your choice of scent, either a jar or a stick.

  4. Younique MoodStruck 3D Fiber Lashes from Ali Kettering

  5. A 5ml bottle of Young Living JOY Essential Oil

Come, come! Follow the rafflecopter prompts, do all the likes and all the things for more chances to win, and I’ll announce the winner Wednesday morning on my Facebook page.  US residents only, please.

EEEK! I’m so excited to see who wins!
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A 5 Faves linkup with Jenna!

My Turn! Ten Virtues of Mary: Profound Humility.

The words jumped out at me as if in all caps: PROFOUND HUMILITY.  I laughed. Okay then, God, I accept this challenge.

Today I’m joining Olivia in her beautiful series on The Ten Virtues of Mary, and I, much like Kelly, laughingly chose to write about Profound Humility, because I’m so good at it.           not.

According to Merriam-Webster, here’s the definition of the two words separately:


: having or showing great knowledge or understanding

: difficult to understand : requiring deep thought or wisdom

: very strongly felt


: the quality or state of not thinking you are better than other people : the quality or state of being humble

These definitions set me up as a prime example of profound humility. Yes, I just knew this topic was for me.  Take my Facebook post from last week, as an example:

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Hm. Maybe not so much?

My disclaimer about that little ranty rant is, if you remember, my family and I are currently squished into my Mom and Dad’s house while we find a new place to live, and destructo child #2 got into a box of stashed away markers and the rest of his brothers partook, and it was not pretty.  In my frustration over cleaning up the mess on my dear parent’s couch and clean tablecloth, I gritted my teeth and thought “I swear if ANYONE ever gives my children markers…” and then I impulsively wrote that little ditty.

The thing about this seemingly harmless, typical young mom stream of consciousness is that by turning it into a public service announcement, I’m lacking consideration for anyone who’s ever bought or might buy my children a gift.  I’ve perhaps now made a future gift giver insecure about what he or she might want to give my children because Ice Queen Carolyn’s going to scowl and post a public hatement about it on Facebook.
I’ve made it clear I can complain.  If that’s not clear enough, hi, I have a blog.  Go take a stroll through my older posts.
Did I mean it that way when I unthinkingly tapped “Post”?

No, of course not.
But that’s where humility resides: in thinking about someone other than myself, my inconveniences, my pains, and my frustrations.

 Understanding this can become a little confusing at times. It’s important to note there’s a difference between humility as a virtue, and being humiliated.   We can’t control when someone or some event makes us feel humiliated (even though that is also a great opportunity to seek God), but we can voluntarily take on a humble demeanor in those situations, and in everything else in order to love God and love our neighbor.

I should have exercised the virtue of humility in my case by keeping my mouth shut, my fingers scrubbing the marker stains in a physical form of prayer, and never letting anyone know about my little frustration.  But where’s the feel-good in that?

In our age, big mouths and Yoncé queens are celebrated to the mantra “be unapologetically you.”  With social media providing an immediate audience for nods and applauds of approval, it feels pretty good to get stuff like that off my chest, and then it’s easy to toss in “sorry I’m not sorry.”  Practicing a little humility is frequently met with rejection because our society tells us that to be humble it must require a suppression of who we are:

“I gotta say what I feel! That’s just how I am! I’m not gonna be fake!”

But to obnoxiously boast my loathing for the gift of markers really isn’t me being “just who I am.”
To shut my mouth and consider that I don’t want to hurt a beloved friend or family member does not mean I’m being fake.  Practicing humility calls us to swallow our moments of anger or frustration or desire in order that we may more deeply consider a grander picture; in order that we give Love a moment to enter the scene.  Capital L.

To strive for the virtue of humility, we begin by following what Jesus taught us: Love the Lord with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, and then secondly, love your neighbor as yourself (Mk 12:30-31).  Each person we meet in every day life is not merely an equal, but a masterpiece.  

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Pope Francis spoke earlier this year in England and Wales during their celebrated Day for Life, saying,

Even the weakest and most vulnerable, the sick, the old, the unborn and the poor, are masterpieces of God’s creation, made in his own image, destined to live forever, and deserving of the utmost reverence and respect”.

That’s right.  I know what you’re thinking: The People of Walmart?  Masterpieces.

Mary was profoundly humble because she fully understood that life is a masterpiece– she had to know it in order for God to have specifically chosen her, and only her, to bring His only begotten Son into the world.

When she and St. Joseph arrived at the inn the night that Christ was born, she was probably in labor but she didn’t demand a room because she was the mother of Jesus, the Savior of the world.  She didn’t holler to speak to the Inn Keeper’s –what, wife? Manager?  She didn’t send Joseph to throw out some lowly “nobody” who wasn’t about to birth Jesus the Christ.  Knowing that the people occupying the taken rooms along with the Inn Keeper were all as loved and as wonderfully and fearfully made as she, Mary and St. Joseph took a humble place, a stable (or a cave, if you want to get nit picky about it), and she bore the King regardless.

If the mother of our Lord allowed her frustration over not finding a place to give birth to take a back seat, I have a lot of work to do because I just pitched a fit over a 10 pack of mini markers and let the world know it.

Why would I want to practice the virtue of profound humility?

For one, without it we cannot open ourselves to receive the grace –which only God can give us– to be better, holier people.  Don’t we want to be better?

How to practice the virtue of Profound Humility:

Humility is about serving others and thinking of them before myself.  However, it is in the spirit of humility -instead of in selfishness- of course, that I must think about myself.  I begin by examining my own actions, words, and thoughts.

What is my inner dialogue? Are my thoughts angry? Are they jealous? Are they covetous? Are they constantly in pursuit of material comforts? Walk down Ten Commandment Avenue every night before you go to bed, without justifying those thoughts or actions.   Did I think it? Yes.  Did I do/say it? Yes. Who could that have hurt?
God, show me how to be better next time.

If you’ve never done this before, you’ll quickly gain a better self awareness.
Looking inward is humbling indeed, and at times painful.

Yet we don’t remain pained and hopeless about our failings. We bring our struggles to God like a child brings his father a broken toy:
“Dad, can you fix it?”
And many times, like a teaching father he is, he shows his son or daughter how to fix it themselves, but with his guidance.

If we don’t take stock in our own actions, words and thoughts, we can never grow in humility.  Striving toward this virtue enables us to love God and to love our neighbors more deeply. We remember that we are each beautiful masterpieces of God’s creation.  We think before we do and before we speak, and when we fail –because we will–  we look to our Holy Mother who has always pointed us to Jesus and said “do whatever He tells you.”

And He has told us.


This post is part of a series on the Ten Virtues of Mary, hosted by To the Heights and running every Tuesday until the middle of December. So if you need some help in the virtue department, here’s a great place to start ;)

October 7 – An Introduction to the Ten Virtues of Mary – Olivia of To the Heights

October 14 – Lively FaithMolly of Molly Makes Do

October 21 – Blind ObedienceKendra of Catholic All Year

October 28 – Constant Mental PrayerJenna of Call Her Happy

November 4 – Heroic PatienceKelly of This Ain’t the Lyceum

November 11 – Profound HumilityCarolyn of Svellerella

November 18 – Angelic SweetnessRegina of Good One God

November 25 - Divine WisdomBritt of The Fisk Files

December 2 – Universal MortificationAbbey of Surviving Our Blessings

December 9 – Divine PurityGina of Someday Saints

December 16 – Ardent CharityChristy of Fountains of Home

December 17 – Massive GIVEAWAY at To the Heights – Just in time for Christmas