Hi guys. Do you love a good Cyber Monday Deal? Ever since we started our super budget (I’ll have to tell you about it) I have been more picky wihh kids toys and gifts that are actually fun. Most of our toys for Tommy this year are thrifted but sometimes Amazon has better deals. Anyways, here are the best Amazon Cyber Monday deals I found for kids, mostly for ages 3-5 but some, any age would love. These ideas are fresh off of my Mega List of Amazon Finds for Kids 3-5 year olds.
Here are 15 Cyber Monday Deals on Amazon for Kids 3-5 years old
Happy shopping friends. I would love to hear what deals you are finding if I missed anything. Check out my Mega Amazon List For kids 3-5 years old. if you need more ideas. I hope you are well! Can you believe it is almost Christmas?
It has been a minute. True story, I had twins. And then disappeared because… I had twins. But they are ten months old now and I can wiggle away to type on a computer. I know. It is VERY exciting. Both parts, the twins part and the freedom I now have type on a computer. This is so fun. The typing part. And the twins part. How do you type again? My brain is mush, I haven’t slept in ten months but we are good! If you need an accurate picture to that depicts my life currently; it is this.
This picture aka how I’ve been: Running on coffee, house is a mess, twins napping, (the only time I have free hands), still splurging on take away coffee even though I stay home (its a problem) (not because of COVID, just because of money, where’s the budget?) and Tommy may or may not have pants on. Hey-oh! How is life going for you?
The twins are great and so much fun but also, twins are HARD. No one tells you that. Jk. Everyone does. But it is true. In the best way of course. Ira (left) and Edith (right) are doing great. I have managed to brestfeed for ten months, no small victory I will have to tell you about it. They are six months old in this picture (above), it’s the first picture I found when I opened my computer so here it is. I have to dig for a new one. Hold one. Hold on, not one. See I can’t type. But yes, come hold one. Ok one second. ps. how do you organize photos because I have them evr’y where.
Here they are at the park yesterday. One thing no one told me about twins is you almost never get them looking the same direction in a photo, ever.
It is finally cold here in Pennsylvania. This picture is brought to you by the kind mom at the park who gave me socks for Edith. If there is one thing beyond my capabilities, it is keeping track of socks for small children. Where do all the baby socks go and how do I keep track of them? If anyone asks where I’ve been for the last ten months, nursing babies and searching for socks. That’s the summary.
I did find these wonderful baby bootie things on Amazon and they work well except the velcro needs to be tighter because I keep loosing them too. Also I need 15 pairs. . Anyways, moving on!
In other news Tommy Taylor is also great. Man I love this kid. Being home with him is best. Four is so much better than three. I am sure everyone says their kid is funny but he is really funny. He is doing great with his brother and sister, already picking on Ira and favoring Edie because she is a girl (and she is just so sweet he says). Not sure where it comes from except Ira screamed his first seven months of life so there’s that.
Oh yeah! Big news, baby Ira stopped screaming! Yay! I don’t think I talked about it at all one here because, I’ve been too busy trying to figure out why. Turns out he had really bad reflux and a dairy ‘sensitivity’. More on that later, I still think it is a conspiracy but I’ve been dairy (and soy) free since he was born and he FINALLY stopped screaming. Thankfully giving up coffee made no difference for him, thankful for small favors. Ps. goat milk is the best, I will have to tell you about it. Ira still has moments of scream crying which I think is just his personality but it is so much better.
Here he is cute and innocent, like who me? One thing I did not see coming, the amount of time twins take and especially with one crying all day and how very little you can get done in a day. Like duh. But until it happens to you, well it is mind numbing. Seriously, what day is it? Normally I am a low or no screen time parent (or I aspire to be) but recently, 32 episodes of Paw Patrol is our normal. What’s the term, ‘new normal’? Just playing (too soon). I am trying to ‘homeschool preschool’ for Tommy so he has something else to do. I will have to share about it more. Basically I want to send him to part time preschool but it is just not in our budget right now.
Speaking of budget. I did not equate leaving my job would put us on such a super tight budget. Naive much? We are on a super budget. I would love to hear what you did to make a super budget work. I am having a hard time giving up coffee out, which is as obnoxious as it sounds. Bigger question: how do you work and stay home with small children? Tom took on a second job building furniture wiht my brothe so I can continue to stay home, which I am so thankful for but also, we never see him. I thought I would be working my web design job but it’s rare that I am not holding, rocking, feeding babies and strangely nap time with two babies is twice as short as nap time with one. Now that the twins eat solid foods (I love breastfeeding but also when they started eating solid food it’s like a whole new world of possibilities) and since they both (mostly) sleep through the night I think I can start working. I pray I can make it work because we really need money. I am able to get up at 4:00 AM (power hour!) to work on the computer some and I hope I can turn it into real actual work. I just made a website for my brother kanddcreations.com and I just need like twenty more websites in my portfolio before I feel legit. No biggie.
Ok that’s it for me! I think I just realized I need a new camera lens because all the pictures I take with it turn out blurry like this one^ and it’s making me really sad so I am going to get off here and try to find some work so I can like actually buy things. I would love to know how you are! How you have been? Also, can we all bring blogs back? I so miss reading other peoples’ blogs. TikTok just is not the same is it?
You would have been two.
Both of you.
I asked your Dad if he still thinks about you.
He says of course and I do too.
There’s a little girl at church, she is also two.
When I look at her, I think about you.
Something happened the day you were born
Heaven met earth in an operating room.
Joy came in where grief should have been.
We loved you forever, we met you just then.
Something happened when they said you would die
I didn’t want to move not ever again. I could have stayed there forever just then.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t be.
I stared at the ceiling and started to pray then it happened, God said you would be okay.
It didn’t make sense, I couldn’t say why
When every doctor said you would die
Then at home, God told me again, and again and again.
Watch me He said, watch what I will do.
They told me we would lose you both really soon,
They told me to abort you and start again new.
They said it in a whisper they said it so sad.
They said I’m so sorry this is so bad.
They said it in a way that made me wonder what to do,
The only thing I wanted was to protect you.
But God said, wait and watch, watch what I will do.
All that mattered was what God said about you.
I waited for God to step in, stubbornly I waited for Him.
He said you would be safe, I knew it would be true.
But still all I wanted was you.
Then I saw it, saw it come true, the miracle we asked for, the miracle was you.
To walk through the pain and see it all done, for His glory to say that God had won. To talk about Jesus to everyone we met to say how He saved you when we had no hope left.
You both at peace, you both born safe
Something happened when we saw your face,
Joy rushed in, it took grief’s place
And God did what He said He would do, we could see it then when we looked at you.
You would have been two.
Both of you.
Your Dad asked last night if I still think about you.
I said of course, but something else to,
Heaven is what I think about when I think about you.💕
Two hours past his bed time I decide to sit out under the stars. We watch airplanes and count stars and we see a shooting star or was it a lightning bug? We still aren’t sure. Then he asks me, Mommy, are aliens real? I say, no, but God is.
He’s slient thinking about it. Then says, but aliens ARE real people just don’t know it because everyone is asleep.
Well no one has ever seen an alien. But you know who made all these stars? God did.
He brings out a pair of scissors and starts cutting the grass. I stare at the stars and wonder if my eyes are going bad or are all of these stars flickering? Another lighting bug, or is is a shooting star? I can’t tell. It’s a bug because it’s on the neighbors’ house now.
We go inside and up to bed where I read two books instead of one. The Big Book of Why. Why do we have hair? Why do boats float? Why do airplanes fly? It’s his favorite book. Suddenly he asks, mommy did you know that five plus five is ten? Excited because he has my full attention for the first time in a long time. Wow, yeah bud, good job. And six plus four is ten too, he says. You’re right, okay, what about two plus eight? Ten!
I keep reading then it dawns on me, hey, what is four plus three?
Seven, he says.
I had no idea he could add.
Suddenly he says, Mommy, do you know why Jesus can’t come into my heart?
Because he doesn’t know where it is.
I say oh buddy, that’s not true. God made your heart so he knows EXACTLY where it is.
He’s quiet. I realize he has been thinking about this for a long time.
So I ask, is there anything you want to ask God for?
Yeah, a toy robot with a laser gun that shots real lasers but I don’t want that from God, I just want that for Christmas.
Well, pray that mommy and daddy have enough money and maybe you will get one.
Do you have any questions Tommy? (I ask him that every night).
Yeah. Does the tooth fairy come when dogs loose their teeth? Do you think they get dog treats instead of money?
No buddy but you are funny. Sleep good, I love you and Jesus loves you more.
I walk away and laugh.
I was done for the day. I didn’t want to do his bed time. I didn’t want to brush his teeth or get him in bed. I didn’t want to sit with him or read a book or lead him in another prayer.
But before I gave up for the day, I felt this urge… just sit with him under the stars. 🌟
They are home! Edith and Ira are home. Wow friends, I almost did not write this post because our first week with twins was, well our first week home with twins! I am still shocked how all consuming it was.
Okay, I was just interrupted 891 times and it’s eleven weeks later but here we go.
This was them just twenty minutes of being home. How tiny! I had this weird thing about not wanting to cut their hospital bands off because then it would be real, like waking up from a dream? Did you do that too?
Oh they are so tiny, I don’t think it hit me until they were on this boppy pillow. They came home at a little over FIVE pounds each.
The first night we brought them home was actually pretty peaceful. Oh my heart, when I set them in the crib for the first time. We really got them home. This is our actual real life. After all my stressing about safe sleep, the divider Tom made worked perfectly, if for nothing else for my peace of mind.
I forgot how much they sleep. And how peacefully. You bet I was checking them every fifteen minutes. I was shocked every time they were still breathing. I think it’s part of my grieving. They are still breathing, I just checked.
There is this picture, Tommy took it with my phone and in it I look so…. contemplative. I am feeding Edith formula and I remember how mad I was about it. I am so glad Tommy took this (and another one where I look straight up mad) because then and there I decided to be joyful and to show it to him and to smile at the babies, even when I am worried/tired/stressed.
Also, side note, YOU ARE NOT FAILING if you feed your babies formula. I think we need to say that more often.
Phew. I have many thoughts about breastfeeding twins and breastfeeding in general but more on that later.
Truly, our first days home just flew by, the only semi-scary thing was we had to take Edith to the Emergency room for elevated bilirubin levels on day four. Now that was stressful.
We knew she was jaundiced when we left the hospital but were hoping it would get better, instead it got worse. I almost wish we had stayed an extra day to figure it all out because we had the option but we were so ready to bring them home.
First moment I realized Tom was meant to have twins because he took charge of the whole thing. There was a moment where he grabbed Edith and was walking across the parking lot after having brought Ira back out from the doctor, that I was like, oh yeah, I married the right person. He just took charge when I couldn’t. I was still in such a daze. What is that postpartum daze?
He kept track all of their paperwork, all of their numbers, weights and bilirubin levels and my prescriptions and the only thing I could focus on was trying to breastfeed. It was a fight, man. Edith’s bilirubin was 21.7 at the highest so I fed her formula ( I was determined not to), just to get anything in her– in both of them. I am so glad I did because YOU CAN feed formula and still breastfeed. I know! No one told me that.
Here are our brand new babes in the emergency room. We were SO scared they would catch something (RSV) but the doctors and nurses let us come straight back. Her levels ended up being on the way down so we were able to go home without being admitted.
That was day four. Day five felt a little more settled. I talked to a friend about it all and she told me how she ignored all doctors (don’t do that but ya know) and sat her jaundice baby in front of a window in the middle of December. So I did the same. Sometimes the answer is simple right? And I have a theory the answer is always sunshine. For everything.
This was the moment I felt like we were going to be okay. That they were home and where they were supposed to be, that they are mine and I am their mom and I DO know what to do. I remember it distinctly because the sunshine was beating on me too. Seriously, sunshine helps you think better.
That was about all the excitement of our first week home.
Oh, if you have twins, buy newborn size clothes! Guys, I only bought/asked for 0-3 month clothes because I thought I only had big babies. Hahaha, this is them in a 0-3 month sleepers it was kind of funny. It maybe wouldn’t have mattered, but it is winter and it is cold.
Another trip to the doctor. No joke, you go every day when you have newborn twins.
Tommy looooves being a brother and I am so glad. He is so gentle with them. The morning I took this he came in our room and asked, “Are they still here?” Yes they are buddy. Then he said he had to kiss them, “double kisses for double babies.” I can’t even.
I can’t even believe this is real. God truly has blessed us. We made it through the first week, so surely we can do this.
Edith and Ira, we love you baby babes. I will never forget the first week we brought you home.
Oh my dear friends. This is the post I can’t believe I get to write. With all the anticipation of having twins again I am so EXCITED to tell you– they are here, our babies are here!
Ira Brighton and Edith Bailey Taylor were born December 30th, 2019 by a perfectly perfect scheduled c-section. Both babies are safe and healthy and I am doing well. Praise God.
You can imagine all of the emotions we are feeling. Our babies are such a gift. I’ve experienced lots of answered prayers but none quite as perfect and specific as bringing Ira and Edith into the world.
Their birth was everything I prayed for– safe, whole and redemptive.
While I was grieving the loss of Eliza and Ensley I prayed for God to give us another baby. And I prayed that it would happen by the end of December. When I found out I was pregnant again, the due date was January 17th. I figured God was just giving us a baby when the timing was right. Then we learned it was twins and I was set to deliver the first week in January and then…the last week in December. I just stared at the calendar the day I scheduled our delivery– December 30th, 2019. Exactly what I had prayed for. And not just one baby but two.
A lot of the anticipation around their birth was not centered around the tragedy of Ensley and Eliza’s birth because their birth wasn’t hard, it was their pregnancy that was hard. Rather for me it was– do we deserve this? Is this really happening? Will they be safe this time and will I?
Needless to say the night before neither Tom or I slept well. (Which is saying a lot because Tom can sleep through anything). I turned into a crazy person running around trying to remember all the things even though my hospital bag had been packed weeks before. We were both so anxious.
My c-section was set for 10:40 AM. We left Tommy with Tom’s sister, had a little bit of time with him in the morning (as I was still trying to pack all the things and take final pictures of my belly). We drove to the hospital praying the whole way. We have a ‘baby CD’ it’s one we listened to over and over during Eliza and Ensley’s pregnancy so Tom put it in and my favorite song– Find Me by Melissa and Jonathan Hessler actually calmed me down. Usually it makes me emotional. We were here, about to give birth, so thankful, so grateful.
Tom made the mistake of telling me this is probably our last pregnancy so I wanted to take ALL THE BELLY PICTURES last minute, I actually got really sad that I wouldn’t be pregnant anymore which is so not like me.
I always get a little crazy about documenting things, especially something as big as this, so I told Tom to film EVERYTHING and it’s all I could think about as we got ready in pre-op. I think I got to the hospital missing half the things I needed (hair ties–ekk) because I was so focused on documenting it well. We found a birth photographer! A friend of a friend offered to come and take pictures the day they were born and I was so excited about it but really I needed to focus and settle down to be super present for their birth.
When we got to the hospital it struck me how routine the whole thing was to everyone but Tom and I. All of a sudden it was time and no one seemed nervous but us. Which I guess is a good thing. Strangely, as soon as I stepped into the OR it was like I had been their before. I know that I had been there before. That exact room, with that exact color of the floor, with that exact nurse helping me on the bed. This is going to be okay. All of the fear left me, God was already there. He’s always already there.
When people would ask if I was ready for their birth it felt impossible to answer. Yes yes yes yes and no, nothing could prepare me for what it is like to walk into another delivery room waiting to meet my babies. I was really, really scared.
But it went perfectly. The only scary thing was my heart sky-rocketed with anesthesia and my blood pressure went way down. I heard the doctors talking about the color of my skin and the monitors beeping an alarm and I could feel a tight pressure across my shoulders like this isn’t going well. But I kept talking to the doctors telling them what I felt and the anesthesiologist gave me fluid and something to bring my heart rate down and it worked.
I had asked for a clear curtain to see the babies come out but they put up a blue one and the anesthesiologist said he could switch it out but when it came time my blood pressure dropped again so I just let it go to let them focus on keeping me stable–because priorities, right?
11:45 AM Ira was born first. Our sweet Ira boy. Nothing, nothing in the whole world is better than hearing your baby’s first cry. Oh. My. Gosh. It’s all I wanted to hear. Ira crying and a minute later, Edith.
Our beautiful daughter Edith.
Even though I could hear her cry I kept asking Tom, is she crying? I asked him over and over again. The anesthesiologist commented on how emotional we were– ha! He asked if I was going to be okay I just nodded as I bawled tears of joy.
It felt like an eternity before I could see them then they were there. Our happy bright eyed Edith girl (left) who has been that way ever since and sweet sleeping Ira (right). Tom went over with them while they were being checked. I told him to take as many pictures as possible and to film me meeting them, just my face because we weren’t supposed to film anything in the OR. I don’t think I considered how nervous he would be because when I watched the video back it’s just Tom hands shaking, recording my face and taking pictures over and over again of my face– no babies, lol. The anesthesiologist actually took our camera and started taking pictures– he was so funny, saying how nice my camera was and trying to learn all the settings.
We did it! They are safe, I am safe, we did it, praise the Lord they are really here.
That’s all I could think as they brought me back to recovery. I didn’t care about anything else. Our family was in the waiting room, which is a story for another time because I asked them to come the next day. Gosh I love them. Our photographer also came and I was so excited for her to come back but really nothing could pull me away from those first hours of holding our babies.
My favorite part of that precious time was watching Tom watch the babies. He was just so happy. He jokingly said he was scared to be alone with them before I was ready to hold them but I think really he was just nervous for the c-section, just wanting it to go well because he was so calm and happy once they were out.
We got to go back to a room and I just wanted to stare at our babies forever.
This is what holding a miracle feels like. Holding two. Two healthy, happy, perfect newborn babies. We get to be their parents. We can’t believe it.
I both wanted everyone in the world to see them right then and to keep them all to myself so I could memorize their faces forever. In part of my grieving I wondered if I would be able to bond with them without thinking of their sisters. And of course I can’t. Their sisters paved the way. For us to love them fiercer, see them clearer and to be more present for the joy they bring us.
Edith and Ira, how we love you.
Soon as I could stop throwing up (like 6 hours later) it was time for our family to meet them and what an exciting moment. I could not wait to see their faces.
Tommy came back first. Oh my word, your baby meeting your babies– is there anything better in life?
He was so excited! Especially about his new brother Ira but really about both babies.
It made my heart so glad to see him so happy to watch him with them.
Our parents were next, mine first then Tom’s and oh goodness, their love and support for us this whole journey– I knew I wanted to capture the moment they got to meet their grand babies.
Look at little Edith meeting my mom. Her eyes are hilarious.
What a beautiful day it was.
The rest of the time in the hospital was just us getting used to TWO babies. Mostly trying to figure out how to feed them and remembering to change their diapers. More than a few times nurses came in and asked if they peed or pooped and we said oh yeah, we are supposed to do that. We were just too busy looking at them. Breastfeeding went well to start (or so I thought) but by day three both babies were losing weight (10% and 12% body weight) and I decided to introduce formula (more on that in another post).
Within 6 hours I was up and walking, praise the Lord, that was something I was so scared about. The nurses made it so easy this time, they told me to stand up with my thighs– which sounds like, duh, but with my last c-section standing was EXCRUCIATINGLY painful. Walking the halls was my favorite thing to do because it felt so good to be able to move and to not be pregnant! Thirteen pounds of baby you guys, thirteen pounds of baby.
We are so blessed. So funny story, we didn’t know what Ira’s middle name was until the very last minute. I was literally asking each nurse and lactation consultant and doctor what we should name him. We had a list but I couldn’t decide. It was almost Ira Judah, it might actually still almost be Ira Judah– just as I was writing this I called our health department to see how long you have to change your baby’s name and get this– you have whole year.
But every time I thought about naming him something else I came back to Brighton, Ira Brighton, our bright rainbow baby after a loss. And Edith Bailey, our bonus baby who’s name was picked out before I even knew she would come.
We are so in awe of the Lord, that by His grace, God gave us these two precious babies. We hope when you look at them, you can see Him. Our prayer is for Ira and Edith to grow up to do great things for Jesus, we can’t wait to get to know them and watch who they will become. We pray they are a testimony of God’s grace and mercy, to everyone who meets them. That the story of their birth proves the power of prayer and of a God who is faithful to us, when we least expect it. Even when we hold on to fear and doubt, and sorrow. A God who loves us enough to give the specific and unbelievable desires of our heart–for us, twins, again.
We were two parents who were broken by the loss of our babies, who turned to Jesus and trusted him. Each time I prayed, God told me wait and see. Wait and see what I will do. We trusted Him and waited and on December 30th, 2019 God gave us Ira Brighton and Edith Bailey Taylor. The sweetest rainbow babies we never saw coming.
Your prayers for us, mean everything. Truly, the power of prayer surrounding us and our precious babies gives me goosebumps. We love you all, thanks for all of your love and support.
Emily is a stay at home mom of three kids, Tommy who is four and boy/girl twins Edith and Ira who are eight months. She blogs about life and the joy and mess of motherhood while raising babies on the Mason-Dixon line. When not covered in craft paint and applesauce, Emily is a content creator and website designer at Mason-Dixon Digital.