Trying to Take Candy From A Baby This Halloween? Here’s How!!

A sugar free Halloween? When she sees the candy will she really be willing to give it all away?

Do you need a GENIUS way to get your kid to WILLINGLY trade all of their Halloween candy for a healthier non-food, non-sugar compromise??
🍬 🍭 OR- How about a sneaky way to steal your kid’s Halloween candy with ZERO guilt or consequences?

Because let’s face it, there’s two kinds of moms out there and our motives are each a little different…

Just seriously hide the candy somewhere good if you keep it in the house, because that would be terrible to explain later… 😬

So- what’s the trick?

The Switch Witch!
My friend shared a link for this book called the Switch Witch- You should check it out and buy it, because there’s a really good cause behind it.

Here’s the link because for some reason the link text formatter isn’t working and I really want you to have the link: The Original Switch Witch (it’s not an affiliate or anything I just think it’s the most amazing idea and has an amazing story and purpose too!)

Personally, I didn’t buy it yet. So, I told Natalie about who I think the Switch Witch is, and I left plenty of room for error. That way I can tell her I was wrong if the book suddenly shows up at our house to set us straight.

But even so, Natalie is SO excited to invite the Switch Witch to our house!!! 🤩🤩🤩 And, she got a little lesson in personal finance too I think. (#unschoolwin #homeschool)

If you’re thinking you want to wing it with the Switch Witch convo, here is how my end of the conversation with Natalie went: 

The Switch Witch comes on Halloween night while you’re sleeping and SWITCHES your candy for a toy!!

It’s a secret. Not many people know about her.

I heard about her at work this morning.

Just some people were talking and I overheard them.

Yeah, she takes your Halloween candy and leaves a toy! Like the tooth fairy. Kind of.

Only, she doesn’t want your teeth.

The tooth fairy is SO weird!

I don’t know why she wants the teeth.

No, the candy doesn’t go under your pillow. You probably leave it on the table or something.

If you want the Switch Witch to bring you a toy you have to give her almost ALL of your candy.

Even your favorite candy.

She will know if you cheat her.

Because she can smell the candy you kept.

Or yeah, maybe her cat can smell it, you’re right.

You have to send her a hand written letter to ask her to come.

She will know if your mom wrote it.

She will take the candy and not leave a toy if you do her wrong.

Man!! Stop trying to cheat the system!!!

You HAVE to write it yourself, and you have to leave her ALL the candy.

Fine. ALMOST ALL of it!

Okay, your mom can help a little with the writing.

No. It can only be one toy.

No. It can’t cost more than $20.

Because we don’t want to bankrupt the Switch Witch.


It’s like if she ran out of money to pay her bills, then they would come take her broom to sell it, and she’d have to walk everywhere. So she wouldn’t be able to bring any toys.

I don’t know where she lives.

It’s not on the internet.

I doubt it’s close enough to walk there.

She doesn’t have a computer.

Sure, we can look on Amazon and find the toy you want, and verify the price, and send her a picture of it too, with your letter, because she doesn’t have a computer, and she doesn’t know what Google is. That is a great idea!!

She has a P.O. Box. We can send it there.

Like ours at the post office.

So that people don’t know where she lives.

We can ask the postmaster what the box number is.

She likes to keep her life private. She doesn’t want unexpected guests.

You’re right. That is exactly why we can’t look her up on my phone to see what she looks like, and where she lives, and what her broom looks like, and all the other hundred things you want to know about her.

Uh…She doesn’t have a computer because she can’t afford one.

No, she’s not “Bank-skrupt -ed” yet. They’re probably sending her notices though.

Like reminding her to pay the bills.

Because she doesn’t have a lot of money.

Because candy isn’t worth much at resale.


It’s kind of like when I have to send a curtian to someone in the mail from the eBay instead of sending them to the store.

Um, no we can’t buy your candy back from her.

Because, then WE would go bankrupt.

Maybe she should sell curtains too, you’re right.

Or she could go work at the Y sometimes.

But she’s a witch. So she should probably keep a low profile.

Profile? Like, she shouldn’t have a lot of attention.

Because she couldn’t keep up with all the Switch Witch requests since she can’t automate them without a computer.

Automate? Um…

….-So, -anyways- Halloween night, after you go to bed the Switch Witch will come take your candy and leave the toy!

I know it’s awesome!

I can’t wait either!!

We better get her LOTS of candy!! 

You DO need more Barbie food for your Barbie kitchen!

Yeah, the bank can scrupt our broom. They’d probably rather take our car….

No, no, no! I haven’t seen any notices, so I am sure we are safe. Bankruptcy is NOT something you need to worry about.

Yeah, that’s true that we should probably check the post office box.

I’m sure the bank is not after our broom or our car. I was just kidding.

Well… I mean… She’s probably not facing bankruptcy either. I was just saying…. I mean, we really shouldn’t talk about other people and whether they are paying their bills or not.

It’s just… we shouldn’t.

BECAUSE I SAID SO! Hey- let’s look at Amazon now for some ideas on what to ask the Switch Witch for!!!


Da Bomb! Homemade Bath Bombs! How to?

If you haven’t yet, check out our YouTube video of the bath bombs we made!

Kid safe, all natural, cheap and easy! We even put surprises in them! So awesome!!!

Howie was not as impressed but I think once he gets a fizzy bath of his own, and feels his luxuriously soft skin he will change his mind! I’m kidding- I don’t know if these are even pet safe. He’d probably freak. I love him too much to torture him!

Here’s the recipe:

1 cup Baking Soda

1/2 Cup Citric Acid

1/4 Cup Bentonite Clay

1/4 Cup carrier oil (I use avocado oil- coconut makes me break out)

Mix up the dry, add the wet, cram it into a cupcake tin, leave it over night. Then, plop plop fizz fizz. Joy!


👉Here’s the video: Da Bomb! Bathbombs!! 👈. 👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

You can add essential oils and some of the recipes added food coloring. I’m not loving the idea of food coloring in my bath or in Natalie’s blonde hair…. so I’m looking into some mica powders that people use to tint homemade makeup.

We mixed the powders all together then put the essential oils in the 1/4 cup of oil and then poured it out about a 1/4 at a time while mixing the powder with a spoon. When all the oil was added we mixed it more with our hands, until it stuck together and was well blended.

The consistency was pretty fragile, we smashed handfuls into a cupcake tin, as much as we could press into one. It made four large cupcakes worth, but next time I would probably use the smaller cupcake tins.

Then we let them sit overnight. In the morning they were hard, not like rocks or anything, but maybe more like dirt bombs. Like I wouldn’t want to drop one but they slid out of the tin in one piece.

In the tub they were really cool! They fizzed right up!! I say they could be smaller because the bath bomb to bath water ratio was pretty potent. It also left a pretty decent ring and residue in the tub after draining.

But, using a damp washcloth it easily wiped out and I am pretty sure the tub is cleaner now. 🤷‍♀️ Win/win for me!

Plus, you’re all getting bath bombs for Christmas now!

Home for the Holidays: We don’t buy Christmas gifts.

Last year at Christmas we didn’t buy gifts.

We bought one pink matchbox car set for Natalie. She was just three, and had only asked Santa for a small, pink, toy car. She still treasures it.

We made tree ornaments with her school pictures for the family. She loved being involved in helping. She was able to practice using paint and glue, and she even wrote the letter N on some of them.

Instead of fighting traffic, battling crowds, and calculating discounts: we sat in our kitchen with the warm smell of cinnamon ornaments baking in the oven.

Instead of fighting with our screaming, sobbing, snot-nosed toddler who would rather get swiped up by a stranger than sit safely in a shopping cart: we got to play with cookie cutters and paint and glue. (I do like the added security of letting her be the most annoying, disgusting, and distressed little brat in the store. If I was a kidnapper, I’d go for the nice, clean, quiet kids)

Instead of slyly looking at the neighbors through the stealth-slots in our window blinds, wondering which terrible soul stole the soggy, dirty, snow-soaked Amazon box off our front porch: we were putting that fake fire place scene on the tv so we could string popcorn garland like the high-class.

And when the family Christmas gatherings came around last year, Natalie was SO proud of her creations! It was definitely special to see her give away those ornaments that she so lovingly made. I can’t imagine she would have been nearly so joy-filled to hand out gifts we dug out of clearance shelves and bargain bins during a hunger and stress-induced shopping-day rage.

It felt good that we didn’t have to stretch budgets or open credit cards. It felt good that we didn’t have to run out for tape on Christmas Eve to wrap up the last presents. It felt good that we didn’t have to clean up boxes and paper, or look for batteries, or try to find receipts on Christmas morning. And if felt good knowing I was prepared to have the most relaxing and stress-free Christmas ever!

But I wasn’t prepared for the bad feelings. There was a lot of guilt. I felt bad that my child wouldn’t wake up on Christmas morning to a room, filled, floor-to-ceiling with sparkling boxes covered in bows. I worried that her friends would talk so much about all the gifts they got. I wondered how she would feel to have only gotten one measly present.

I realized how much I was doing at Christmas out of a sense of obligation, and even out of resentment at times. I realized how much the consumerism and advertising campaigns actually affected me. Seeing the commercials, t.v. shows, Facebook posts, and Black Friday sales really did somehow make me feel like I should buy stuff. Part of me even felt like if I wasn’t buying stuff, then I must not be a true Christian/American/Woman/Human; and they never stopped.

It was also pretty hard to accept gifts from people without delivering a gift in return. And I questioned my own motives. Would I have actually bought a gift for someone if I knew they weren’t returning the favor? I thought about how they worked so hard, and earned money, and traded their time, to go buy gifts, and wrap them, just for me. I felt very selfish accepting those gifts. I wondered if they really, didn’t believe us that we were not buying gifts and if they had some secret expectations that we planned to surprise them or something; because what the hell kind of church dwelling Christian doesn’t buy Christmas presents?! Not even for their own child?

In a couple weird ways it also felt selfish to want to buy gifts. A lot of my motivation to buy gifts was to combat the guilt, and to fulfill the sense of obligation that I had over the whole thing. And it was eye-opening to notice how often I saw something and wished I could buy it for a loved one; yet only thought of how it would feel for me when they opened it, not how it would make them feel. The true spirit of Christmas giving was harder to find inside of my heart than I had expected.

This year, as we see people starting to post about Christmas shopping and the market starts shifting to the holiday season, my husband and I are getting excited.

We won’t exchange gifts. We will exchange smug looks when people start complaining about the stress of the holidays –because our stress is a different kind. It feels more like progress than pressure.

And this year, as we work through the feelings of obligation and guilt that consumerism has created about the holidays we will dig deeper into our faith, grow stronger in our selves, and hopefully experience the true meaning of Christmas that has been so shaded by the world.

A minimalism Christmas
Why we don’t buy Christmas gifts

Beginning and Becoming

This was the first blog post of Bold Courage. Fearless Love. published probably about two years ago but somehow lost in the WordPress mystery land of do-it-yourself-ness.

Bold Courage. Fearless Love. Everlasting Joy. is a story about living with intention and purpose. I am a spiritual christian, a wife to Nick, a mom to Natalie, a caretaker to Grandma, a left-handed, o-neg, E/I NTP,  ADHD, rogue lawyer, realtor, idea slinging writer. 

Right now I live my live with a 94 year old and a 3 year old. It’s a world where Mary Poppins and the Golden Girls meet. And I love it. Hands down, I could listen to toddler gibberish and eat ice cream with Grandma every single day for the rest of my life.

Sadly, I won’t get to do that.

One keeps moving faster, growing stronger, learning more, and looking to the future.

The other keeps moving slower, growing weaker, forgetting more, and looking to the past.

Time with both of them is fleeting and precious to me.

The reality is that this won’t –it can’t- last forever, and nobody can pay me to miss this.

BUT- nobody will pay me to do this.

My personality, my situation, and my purpose require uncapped income potential, unlimited control over my time, and the ability to do something I love. 

I don’t have enough time to trade for dollars, and there aren’t enough dollars to make me. I won’t settle for less than freedom. 

So, I started this blog as an experiment in passive and residuary income; the complete opposite of trading time for dollars.

But really, I’m just telling stories. Really good, tear jerker, laugh out loud, move you to action stories. 

And sometimes, boring run of the mill, “OMG another gluten free tragedy happened in the Schmuck household,” stories. Toddler. Grandma. Gluten Sensitivity is all the rage. Poop happens here. And yes. Our last name is Schmuck. Have a good laugh. I’m also a lawyer. So yeah, great jokes in my life all around.

Bold Courage.

Fearless Love.

Everlasting Joy. 

Bold courage is what it takes to look your parents, your friends, your facebook profile, in the eye, and say, “Yeah. I did go to law school. I did pass the bar. That’s great. But I hate it. So I quit.” I am in the process of going rogue and making the practice of law happen on MY TERMS.

Fearless love is what it takes to say, “I really want to be a stay at home mom and I think it would be cool to have Grandma come live with us so I can take care of her, too.”

Bold courage is what it takes to clip a 94 year old’s toenails.

Fearless love is what it takes to turn her embarrassment into a mani-pedi with her great granddaughter.

Bold Courage is what it takes to put this story out there into the world with the faith and hope that it would manifest the results I wanted. 

Fearless Love is to put the story out there anyways

Grandma and Natalie are daily, physical reminders of the passage of time. Life is short you guys. Just do what you want. Live in joy. And share it.

Be bold. Have courage. Be fearless. Have love. Create hope and be a picture of everlasting joy. 

WE’VE GOT TO SAVE THE CHEETAHS!!! … and then the rest of the world…

Natalie is 4. She loves Cheetahs and saw a display about endangered animals at an art show. She saw that Cheetahs are “in danger” and wanted to race to Africa to save the Cheetahs from the danger -right away! She even cried on the way home from the art show because Dad was out of town- she assumed we would be leaving for Africa immediately to save the Cheetahs from the danger! She said we could just bring them to our home where they would be safe from danger. I explained we can’t do that, but there are people who work to protect the “endangered” Cheetahs and we could help raise money they need. Natalie was on board for ANYTHING we could do to help the cheetahs. (And I think she was also a little relieved knowing she didn’t have to go all super-hero status that day and face dangers!)

I found the Cheetah Conservation Fund and decided to do a 40 day campaign leading up to International Cheetah Day, to get attention. We are working with her cousins to write a children’s book about a Cheetah cub who wants to run fast like her mother, but is told she’s too little and will never run as fast as her mother. It will have some detailed scientific facts about Cheetahs and will incorporate some faith based principles and personal inspirational stories from people who have been told they had limits but became limitless. We are also planning to do a vendor booth selling crafts like hair bows, slime, excavation kits, and homemade educational games.

I haven’t worked any numbers but I am thinking we will donate about 1/4 of profits to the Cheetah Conservation Fund. I want to keep some of the profits to ensure I can give my time to this and not have to worry about expenses. That way we can grow the project, or start another type of business for kids to learn about entrepreneurship. Or we can start some kind of project to assist moms who want to stay home with their kids but can’t. Or maybe we can start a school based on directs learning theories. Or maybe build a nursing home that incorporates the community and children as a core part of its operations. I don’t know. But I do know with Bold Courage and Fearless Love that anything is possible.


“What’s the vision for your blog?” It was a really good question. But I didn’t have a good answer.

I do have a vision.

It’s of me being awesome, happily walking in faith and sharing it, while also having a law firm, selling houses, starting small businesses, doing exercise, smelling essential oils, partnering in an Amazon fba, cooking in cast iron, and homeschooling a kid that eats fresh organic lettuce for breakfast every day.

The reality?

Where I am, – isn’t quite the God fearing, lettuce gobbling, homeschooling mom, picture of entrepreneurial perfection that I wish I was.

To be honest, and completely unguarded, I am:

  • a girl on a de-clutter and organize mission of perfection- despite being overwhelmed in softly medicated adhd, messiness, lateness, forgetfulness, and lacking most basic executive functions;
  • a licensed attorney with a passion for bringing affordable, accessible legal help to the world- yet I am severely conflict avoidant and terrified of commitment;
  • a doting stay-at-home mom who is a very distracted, working, semi-employed professional realtor.  I am also addicted to the internet and still always ignore calls from local numbers I don’t recognize;
  • an unschool/homeschool advocate/wannabe with a great respect and desire to be involved in our local public school system;
  • obsessed with reading and studying in all things related to growing in faith, person, marriage, business, and community but I still have an obvious, chronic and debilitating problem with procrastination and sleeping late;
  • deeply committed to using non-toxic cleaning and personal care products but I spray copious amounts of toxic bug and spider killing spray. Everywhere. All the time;
  • a hugely motivated and inspired visionary with multiple, viable business ideas and plans for progress but I suffer from cyclical bouts of debilitating pain, fatigue, and hopeless depression that basically destroys everything I work for each month;
  • a sugar-hating, clean-eating, we-don’t-have-a-microwave millennial-ish idealist with an addiction to Oreos, boxed Mac and Cheese, and anything gluten- even though it always makes me feel like crap;
  • a yoga bending, meditating, lavender oil huffing hippie with a deep connection to my red-neck, two-track, mud-hole heritage and I do find the occasional ice cold can of Busch Light in a hot shower to be deeply relaxing. (I honestly thought I invented the concept of “shower beer” but actually, a lot of people beat me to it.)

So once I thought about it, the vision of this blog isn’t about sharing the things I am interested in becoming. It’s not about presenting the image of perfection that I most certainly am not. (Yet)

The vision of this blog is of sharing the raw and real thoughts and feelings about the demons we battle with.

It’s a vision of sharing the honest and vulnerable experience of learning to persevere.

It’s a vision of sharing the exciting milestones of growing in faith with laughter, love, and joy while recognizing and being open about the doubt, pain, hard work, and disappointment that it takes to get there.

The vision of the blog, and this community, is to start an open and unguarded conversation about the gap between who we really are and who we really wish we were.

The vision of this blog is to look at that gap and know that the gap makes us what we are.

We are:

Bold enough in Courage that we keep going, despite our shortfalls and imperfections; and

Fearless enough in Love to trust that those shortfalls and imperfections are part of God’s perfect creation in us. And that will never fall short.

We are, Bold Courage. Fearless Love.


Don’t Worry

My Uncle Buddy had cancer and passed away in 2007. We didn’t get to spend a lot of time together, but the time we did have was really meaningful. He introduced me to playing the drums, the Smithsonian magazine, and Dave Ramsey. He always got me a book for christmas or a gift card to a book store, and he inspired me more than he probably knew, to have a better future. Before he passed I visited him in the hospital, and took him a card. When it opened, it played the verse, from Bob Marley, Three Little Birds, “Don’t worry, about a thing, cuz every little thing, it’s gonna be alright. This is my message to you-ou-ou.” We didn’t have a ton to talk about, it was a really short visit, and I left awkwardly, without hugging him or anything. A few days later my Grandma said that Uncle Buddy had called her and he was really excited that I had visited and he was so proud of the card I had given him. It struck me because I didn’t think it had been a profoundly great visit. He passed away maybe a week or so after that.

But that song. It played on the jukebox the last night I ever worked in a bar. It was some poor, first-year law school student’s ring tone, that went off as the teacher introduced herself on my first day of law school, and it was the song played at the live Dave Ramsey event I attended a few years ago. That song. It comes on and always sends me a message, and usually brings me to tears. Last night I attended another Dave Ramsey event, this time at our church, and this morning as I logged onto my computer to fact check his “free will” he told everyone to download (that’s my turf, Dave. Get off it.) I turned on the music, and, it was that song.

I didn’t realize his love for me until I had a nephew of my own.

I don’t know, it’s weird, but I totally think my Uncle speaks to me through Bob Marley, and reggae music. Do you have a loved one who is gone that you think sends you support, and shows you they are here?



What is Bold Courage?

Being courageous in today’s society is often associated with being resilient, persevering, facing fears head-on, taking on consequences, being heroic.

However, when we closely examine the word we find a meaning beyond heroism.

The word “courage” takes root in the latin word, cor, and the french word, coeur, which means heart. Digging deeper, the meaning of the word heart holds the essence of soul, spirit, will, desire, mind, intellect. It is the biological word that represents the physical organ pumping blood through our bodies, giving us strength and life. Heart is the “inner part” of anything.

That root word, coeur, or heart, our innermost being, is followed by the old french term -age, the word-forming element that creates an act, process, function, or condition of a noun. This element comes from late latin -aticum, meaning, “belonging to, related to.”

Belonging to or related to our inner most being. Courage.

Boldness is to move forward despite barriers or fears we may experience. It’s the ability to speak the truth, and perform a task without concern of the consequences. Being “bold” is to concentrate on our character and follow our call with passion and conviction regardless of what the results may be.

Bold Courage. Regardless of the consequences, I will be true to my innermost being, God.

Bold Courage. Fully devoted to God in heart, soul, mind, and strength.

Gi’me a High Five, Jesus!

Natalie has been super into reading lately. I am so excited for her to have a love of language like I do! And it’s looking like she will have a relationship with Jesus like mine too, which is super awesome. The other day we were reading her children’s Bible stories, and she stopped me at the last page, where there was a picture of Jesus with his arms held high. She said, “Mom, I will read this!” and she pointed to the words. She read (as well as any three year old can- by making up the words to match the pictures) “And everyone was happy, happy, happy! Now give me a high five!” And she slapped the outstretched hands of Jesus.

We have been building up to this morning for a little over a week. My first real job, Natalie’s first long day in school. She’s never gone more than about 5 hours a day, never a whole 5 day week. Including my commute time, she is looking at a 45 hour week in daycare. I’m the one who was a mess. I almost just called the whole thing off.

As I was putting her shoes on her she said, “Hey mom, do you know what to say when you are scared?” It was as if she knew I was feeling all the feels. She said, “Goodbye fear! God is here! That’s what you say, Mom.”

Yes. And do you know what to say when you have the coolest, smartest, most intuitive three year old known to man? “Give me a high five, Jesus!”

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