Monday, February 28, 2011
Lights Out...kinda
When I re-did the girls' room I was left with no visible electric sockets for their night light. As a temporary solution I put one behind the IKEA toy storage and a tiny bit of light shines through the cracks. My husband was still paranoid that in the highly unlikely event that Kayla had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be able to see her way down the ladder. So, to pacify him, I bought this little guy 
However, of course, the girls started playing with it. So I warned them that it was only for going ot the bathroom in the dark and if it was touched for a different reason it would be taken away. Ahhhh, why do I set myself up? For the past 3 nights since it's been in their room, they have both needed to go to the bathroom within 2 minutes of me turning off the lights...Tyke Light in hand.
Mima's Super Busy Visit
My mom was here this past week and it was an awesome visit. She helped out so much and gave me a much needed break. Unfortunately this pregnancy is kicking my butt and I don't feel as well rested as I wish I did. Also, 6 days was not enough to recharge my patience level and the girls are driving me crazier than before. They haven't stopped fighting, whining, and hating each other since my mother left. Makes me wish I could go back to last week.
Sunday
I picked up my mom the night before after the girls were already asleep. They were pleasantly surprised to see her when they woke up. So was I. She kept them out of my bed and room for the better part of the next 6 mornings. Once I did drag myself out of bed, we went to JoAnn's where I chose a fabric for the glider I am going to recover. After an hour debating which fabric to choose, while my mother chased my 2 wild children around the store, I am still thinking about returning it. This will be the 2nd time I return a fabric for this project. Kayla got to choose a yarn for my mom to crochet her a blanket.
After that we went to Menchie's for some yummy frozen yogurt. Pretty much called it a day after that-for them. I got to go to Chilli's and watch my girlfriends enjoy cocktails while I downed 3 strawberry lemonades. Forgot that in my non-pregnant days I never really liked Chilli's but used to go for the great 2 for 1 drink deals. Bitter sweet outing.
Monday
Left the kids with my mother while I went to the OB for my monthly visit and 7 month glucose test...YUM! While there I was reminded of how difficult it is to get all of your pee in a cup when you can't see what's going on past your belly. Thinking maybe next time I'll just give them my hand to test. Pretty much the highlight of that appt.
After Elyse woke up from her nap we met my friend and her daughter at an indoor bouncy house. Never going there again. My friend loves the place because she only has one child, who is very attached and doesn't let her breath. She gets to relax while her daughter runs around and wears herself out. Plus it's super cheap. First time there and I was not a fan. Neither was my mother who was pretty much spazzing out the whole time. The bouncy houses run on noisy generators so they had kiddie music PUMPING to cover the generator noise. Plus the bouncy houses are so big you can barely see your child. Not that big of a deal with Kayla but different story with Elyse. They had a toddler toy area-visibility blocked by a small bounce house and no batteries in any of the toys. The one time Elyse attempted the smaller bounce house a boy bounced on her head. When she tried the larger one she got trapped and scared and I had to bounce my pregnant self in there and rescue her. Day over, we left.
Tuesday
Spent a very nice and relaxing day at the beach. The weather was PERFECT for relaxing at the beach. The girls had a blast in the water with my mom, made sand castles, and collected sea shells. Best day of the vacation I think.
Wednesday
At about 5am I was woken up by something digging into my back. Thinking my husband had rolled over to my side I pushed it away only to realize it was Elyse's head. By about 6am I was done trying to get her back to sleep. When I went to pick her up I realized she was naked from the waist down. YAY, she had peed her bed, stripped down, and came to my bed. Apparently I had forgotten to put a pull-up on under her panties after her bath the night before. Luckily she was sleeping on top of her favorite pillow and blanket and didn't get the mattress wet. However, my dryer was out of commission. Later we went to Ross and I bought her some new pretty pink sheets with purple butterflies-very girly. We made a stop at Barnes and Nobles where my mom had them pick some books for her to buy them. I picked up Knuffle Bunny by Mo Willems, a story about a toddler whose Daddy temporarily loses her favorite bunny. The story was too close for comfort for Kayla and she almost cried. She decided she wanted a book called Pinkalicious. She pretty much memorized the whole story by the time we were out of Barnes and Noble. After dropping them off at home I went to pick up my god-son from daycare for a play-date. After a very loud and chaotic play-date it was bed time. At this point the girls were a bit over-tired and Kayla was very disappointed that the wonderful new sheets belong to Elyse and I didn't get her any. Too tired to care.
Thursday
Took a very quick and not so quiet trip to the library. Picked up some cookbooks for me and tons of books for the girls. Stopped at IKEA, of course didn't leave empty handed. The girls love going there because they have a lot of fun playing in the children's model rooms. At one point while Kayla was in one room, I looked over at Elyse in the adjacent room and she was standing kinda funny and looking at me weird. In one second I know that my child had pooped in her panties...lucky me. I had to rush to the beginning of the children's section to the family bathroom and strip off her panties and clean her up. She continued the rest of our adventure sans panties.
Back home for dinner, bath, bed. Kayla was STILL whining about the sheets not being hers. My mother, god-bless her, tried to make her happy by taking the flat sheet and wrapping her mattress with it. She's a saint because I was seriously ready to shut the light and let her deal with the injustices of her life. My mom spent 20 minutes and a lot of effort to climb to the top bunk and try to make it as nice as possible. When she was done my wonderful child was still not satisfied because her pillow didn't match. UGGGGHHH!
Friday
We all went to a park I had driven past a few weeks ago. It was really nice and thank god my husband went because I was too exhausted to lift kids up for monkey bars or push a swing for 20 straight minutes. For lunch we went to a little cafe and sat down for a quick lunch. Poor Elyse hadn't had a proper nap since Monday and almost put her head down on the table and fell asleep. Once home I tried to take advantage of my mom's home-repair skills to have her help me re-shelve the girls closet. But pregnancy brain struck again...I bought a shelf that was too long. Back to Home Depot where I switched the shelf for a whole closet organization kit. By then it was too late to get it done. Dinner, bath, bed, and sad goodbyes.
Saturday
Took my mom to the airport at 4:45am then back home to reality. Reality that includes no fun IPad to distract my kids and no 20+ years of experience in dealing with whiny, annoying kids. In short, I miss my mom.
Sunday
I picked up my mom the night before after the girls were already asleep. They were pleasantly surprised to see her when they woke up. So was I. She kept them out of my bed and room for the better part of the next 6 mornings. Once I did drag myself out of bed, we went to JoAnn's where I chose a fabric for the glider I am going to recover. After an hour debating which fabric to choose, while my mother chased my 2 wild children around the store, I am still thinking about returning it. This will be the 2nd time I return a fabric for this project. Kayla got to choose a yarn for my mom to crochet her a blanket.
Monday
Left the kids with my mother while I went to the OB for my monthly visit and 7 month glucose test...YUM! While there I was reminded of how difficult it is to get all of your pee in a cup when you can't see what's going on past your belly. Thinking maybe next time I'll just give them my hand to test. Pretty much the highlight of that appt.
After Elyse woke up from her nap we met my friend and her daughter at an indoor bouncy house. Never going there again. My friend loves the place because she only has one child, who is very attached and doesn't let her breath. She gets to relax while her daughter runs around and wears herself out. Plus it's super cheap. First time there and I was not a fan. Neither was my mother who was pretty much spazzing out the whole time. The bouncy houses run on noisy generators so they had kiddie music PUMPING to cover the generator noise. Plus the bouncy houses are so big you can barely see your child. Not that big of a deal with Kayla but different story with Elyse. They had a toddler toy area-visibility blocked by a small bounce house and no batteries in any of the toys. The one time Elyse attempted the smaller bounce house a boy bounced on her head. When she tried the larger one she got trapped and scared and I had to bounce my pregnant self in there and rescue her. Day over, we left.
Tuesday
Spent a very nice and relaxing day at the beach. The weather was PERFECT for relaxing at the beach. The girls had a blast in the water with my mom, made sand castles, and collected sea shells. Best day of the vacation I think.
Wednesday
At about 5am I was woken up by something digging into my back. Thinking my husband had rolled over to my side I pushed it away only to realize it was Elyse's head. By about 6am I was done trying to get her back to sleep. When I went to pick her up I realized she was naked from the waist down. YAY, she had peed her bed, stripped down, and came to my bed. Apparently I had forgotten to put a pull-up on under her panties after her bath the night before. Luckily she was sleeping on top of her favorite pillow and blanket and didn't get the mattress wet. However, my dryer was out of commission. Later we went to Ross and I bought her some new pretty pink sheets with purple butterflies-very girly. We made a stop at Barnes and Nobles where my mom had them pick some books for her to buy them. I picked up Knuffle Bunny by Mo Willems, a story about a toddler whose Daddy temporarily loses her favorite bunny. The story was too close for comfort for Kayla and she almost cried. She decided she wanted a book called Pinkalicious. She pretty much memorized the whole story by the time we were out of Barnes and Noble. After dropping them off at home I went to pick up my god-son from daycare for a play-date. After a very loud and chaotic play-date it was bed time. At this point the girls were a bit over-tired and Kayla was very disappointed that the wonderful new sheets belong to Elyse and I didn't get her any. Too tired to care.
Thursday
Took a very quick and not so quiet trip to the library. Picked up some cookbooks for me and tons of books for the girls. Stopped at IKEA, of course didn't leave empty handed. The girls love going there because they have a lot of fun playing in the children's model rooms. At one point while Kayla was in one room, I looked over at Elyse in the adjacent room and she was standing kinda funny and looking at me weird. In one second I know that my child had pooped in her panties...lucky me. I had to rush to the beginning of the children's section to the family bathroom and strip off her panties and clean her up. She continued the rest of our adventure sans panties.
Back home for dinner, bath, bed. Kayla was STILL whining about the sheets not being hers. My mother, god-bless her, tried to make her happy by taking the flat sheet and wrapping her mattress with it. She's a saint because I was seriously ready to shut the light and let her deal with the injustices of her life. My mom spent 20 minutes and a lot of effort to climb to the top bunk and try to make it as nice as possible. When she was done my wonderful child was still not satisfied because her pillow didn't match. UGGGGHHH!
Friday
We all went to a park I had driven past a few weeks ago. It was really nice and thank god my husband went because I was too exhausted to lift kids up for monkey bars or push a swing for 20 straight minutes. For lunch we went to a little cafe and sat down for a quick lunch. Poor Elyse hadn't had a proper nap since Monday and almost put her head down on the table and fell asleep. Once home I tried to take advantage of my mom's home-repair skills to have her help me re-shelve the girls closet. But pregnancy brain struck again...I bought a shelf that was too long. Back to Home Depot where I switched the shelf for a whole closet organization kit. By then it was too late to get it done. Dinner, bath, bed, and sad goodbyes.
Saturday
Took my mom to the airport at 4:45am then back home to reality. Reality that includes no fun IPad to distract my kids and no 20+ years of experience in dealing with whiny, annoying kids. In short, I miss my mom.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Simply Modern Mom Blog
I was searching for a pattern for one of the projects I want to start and I came across another blog I decided to follow. I've spent a good amount of my day looking through this woman's blog while the kids watch Despicable Me on constant repeat. One of the things I found on her website was her project 52 posts. Last year she did a date night a week with her husband (mostly in-home dates) which was a good idea that I might change a little and steal. This year she's doing a glimpse into motherhood, with a picture of her kids a week. I'm going to attempt to do this, since I am always taking pictures of the girls anyway. Check back Friday(?)
Here's her blog for curiosity's sake http://www.simplymodernmom.com/2011/01/project-52-glimpse-into-motherhood/
Here's her blog for curiosity's sake http://www.simplymodernmom.com/2011/01/project-52-glimpse-into-motherhood/
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Big Girl Room
During the last 2 weeks I've been really busy redoing the girls room. Our 3rd bedroom used to be a playroom but in a few months it's going to have to be a nursery again. So my challenge was to condense all of their toys (and these brats have a ridiculous amount of toys and books) into one room along with their beds, clothes, etc. Before, I had the little one in a toddler bed, which was a crib (will be needing that back soon) and the oldest was in a day bed. The changer/ dresser they both had used as babies was out and the smaller dresser was in the closest. They shared both dressers but the little ones clothes were all hanging up in the playroom closet. Here's a picture of the room before.
To make everything work I decided on bunk beds that can later be separated into 2 twin beds and a toy storage system from IKEA. It took my husband and I almost 6hrs to put the bunk beds together but I love them. I spent a lot of time and energy researching the perfect option and am happy with the ones I chose.
Everything fits better than I thought and they have done a surprising job of keeping their room clean considering they never cleaned up the playroom. I still have to add another shelf in their closet so both of their clothes' can fit. I'm also working on redoing the curtains in their room so I'll post another picture when that's done. But for right now I really like the way it turned out.
Now that they're in their own big girl beds they seem so much older to me. It makes me a little sad :-(
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| Please ignore the unmade beds |
To make everything work I decided on bunk beds that can later be separated into 2 twin beds and a toy storage system from IKEA. It took my husband and I almost 6hrs to put the bunk beds together but I love them. I spent a lot of time and energy researching the perfect option and am happy with the ones I chose.
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| Bunk bed, dresser, and curtains I want to redo |
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| very messy bookshelf, fits perfectly between the doorway and the closet |
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| little bit of extra space between the beds and the closet |
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| this thing holds a ridiculous amount of toys...for now |
Everything fits better than I thought and they have done a surprising job of keeping their room clean considering they never cleaned up the playroom. I still have to add another shelf in their closet so both of their clothes' can fit. I'm also working on redoing the curtains in their room so I'll post another picture when that's done. But for right now I really like the way it turned out.
Now that they're in their own big girl beds they seem so much older to me. It makes me a little sad :-(
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| my big girls, happy and ready for bed |
Dreams do come true
Since the beginning of my pregnancy I have been having really vivid, weird, and totally irrelevant dreams. I'm not usually a dreamer, or at least I don't remember dreaming. But these dreams are so random and filled with people I don't even know or recognize. In my dream last night I was back to my pre-pregnancy body and all dolled up for some work event. Then in walks my business partner/ best friend who looks a lot like Katy Perry. She's pissed off about something work related and we start going at it the way girls do in stupid movies. It was just a lot of slapping and hair pulling. Suddenly my husband says to me in a very sleepy voice, "Why are you hitting me??" Apparently, I wasn't really dreaming anymore...Opps!! When I thought about it the next day I couldn't stop laughing, poor guy, lol.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Quiet PLEASE!
Before I begin please read the following disclaimer: I love my kids and they are my greatest accomplishment. They continually amaze me and make me smile I would do anything for them without hesitation. That being said, THEY DRIVE ME INSANE. I know I was a talkative kid, I know I was nick-named Barbara Walters by my aunts. I remember countless times being told to be quiet and pay attention in school; being moved to the back of the class and then back up to the front because I couldn't control my chatter. I never got involved in any sports or after-school activities but I was voted chatter-box in my high school year book senior year. I am now being served my karmic retribution because I have 2 of the most talkative little girls EVER. They wake up and start talking right away without pause. Sometimes I wish I could just say, "For the love of God, PLEASE, sit down and shut up for five minutes!" Even if I were that insensitive, cruel type of mother I don't think they could physically comply. I sent the oldest one to brush her teeth and before she got started she decided she had to pee. The whole time she was peeing, flushing the toilet, applying tooth-paste, and rinsing, she was talking to herself. About what, I don't even know. Her conversation was so riveting, the whole process took her almost 15 minutes.
I try to give her quiet things to do while the little one is napping and she still talks to herself. I have been trying to teach her about strangers and why you shouldn't talk to them because everywhere we go she talks to whoever we see. And not just your basic "hello", she will straight tell them her name and age, her sister's name and age, and all of my business. She has no shame. The other day she told her god-father that when her father sleeps he wears underwear. Then she laughed like it was the funniest thing she ever heard. Thank God he doesn't have a fetish for wearing red panties, because everyone would know. I have had plenty of strangers who she has befriended tel me "Wow, she's very talkative" To which I just smile and nod...o they have no idea. I know I'm lucky because they have so much personality and curiosity, which I know will take them far later but today, at 4 and 2 years old, they are exhausting me. I thought naively, that maybe this last baby in my belly would be a calm, quiet one. Then common sense and reality slapped me in the face and I realized that would be impossible with these two as role models. Apparently Karma isn't a bitch...she's a super talkative little kid with a big personality.
PS..if you didn't already figure it out, today was not a quiet day and I am really, really, REALLY looking forward to bedtime.
I try to give her quiet things to do while the little one is napping and she still talks to herself. I have been trying to teach her about strangers and why you shouldn't talk to them because everywhere we go she talks to whoever we see. And not just your basic "hello", she will straight tell them her name and age, her sister's name and age, and all of my business. She has no shame. The other day she told her god-father that when her father sleeps he wears underwear. Then she laughed like it was the funniest thing she ever heard. Thank God he doesn't have a fetish for wearing red panties, because everyone would know. I have had plenty of strangers who she has befriended tel me "Wow, she's very talkative" To which I just smile and nod...o they have no idea. I know I'm lucky because they have so much personality and curiosity, which I know will take them far later but today, at 4 and 2 years old, they are exhausting me. I thought naively, that maybe this last baby in my belly would be a calm, quiet one. Then common sense and reality slapped me in the face and I realized that would be impossible with these two as role models. Apparently Karma isn't a bitch...she's a super talkative little kid with a big personality.
PS..if you didn't already figure it out, today was not a quiet day and I am really, really, REALLY looking forward to bedtime.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Peeing standing up
For as long as I can remember I've been a slight germaphobe. It's not based on fact or real knowledge of germs, it's more of a "eww, that's just gross" kind of thing. Public bathrooms are the grossest places I can think of. When I was younger, I wouldn't go near one, no matter how bad I had to go. Of course once I became pregnant with my first daughter this wasn't really an option. A pregnant woman is worse than a drunk person who broke the seal. Now after 2 kids, I really can't hold it for as long as I used to. I still really, really hate public bathrooms though. Which is why I always envied men. They can walk into a bathroom and touch nothing but themselves. And let me tell you, I have on occasion peed in a mens' bathroom, and they are always cleaner. Just another reason why men have it so much easier, my husband specifically.
This morning my intention had been to get out of the house at 9am, get Elyse new sandals, Kayla some new bottoms, treat myself to a haircut and be back by lunchtime. It didn't quite work out that way. I didn't drag myself out of bed until almost 10. Somehow I made it through an entire shower without either one of the kids knocking on the door or walking in to talk to me. Don't be fooled though, they did come in while I had one contact in my eye and another in my hand. Just blind enough to not really see if they were touching things they shouldn't.
Then before I could leave I had to listen to my husband complain that I had left him with the kids every morning this week, today was his day off, he was tired and wanted a break. "When was his day off to relax?" he wanted to know. (SERIOUSLY?? Don't even get me started buddy). Apparently laying in bed in a semi-coma not really paying attention to the kids is hard work. I have no idea how his brain can even let him do this. I also have no idea how he thinks food would get in the house had I not gone to BJ's Monday and Publix Tuesday. But whatever, apparently as a stay at home mom with a hard working husband such as mine, I am a very lucky woman and most woman wish they could be me...so he says. In theory I'm sure this is true on a lot of different levels, but I don't always feel as lucky. Different issue for a different day. Finally I got out of the house at 11:30, got 2 pairs of shoes, 1 pair of pjs, a pack of socks, and 5 bottoms all for $50.Yea me!
Sooo, as I'm waiting to get a haircut I notice that's it's way past lunch time (maybe 1:30pm?) and my husband hadn't called me since I left. Decided to call him and it went something like this...
Me: "Did you give the kids lunch?"
Him: "They had gummy bears"
Me: "LUNCHH! I said LUNCH! That's not lunch!!!" while thinking WTF?? Is this man retarded, we don't even have gummy bears, let me not even mention that Elyse should be napping right now.
Him: grumbling "Goodbye let me go make them something to eat"
Ahhhh, Lord give me patience....
So an hour later I get home, open the door and smell burning hot dogs. He's in the kitchen cutting up their lunch...at 2:30pm.
Anyway, cut to after the kids go to bed and come out 3x for no reason other than to get yelled at by me to get back in bed. I tidy up, unload the dish washer, load it back up, and wash the pots...all while he lays on the couch watching tv. I go upstairs to lay down for a minute and wake up an hour later with my face in a puddle of drool...luckily I fell alseep on his pillow ;-). He comes upstairs, looks for his phone, asks me a random question about how I'm feeling, doesn't wait for the answer, starts getting dressed and says "Ok, I'm going to meet the guys at the Pub. Bye Babe". He seriously left without even looking back or saying anything else. I honestly stayed in bed for a few minutes trying to wake up and figure out what happened.
Must be nice having an outlet or friends who actually make time to get together, relax, and enjoy each others' company. I wouldn't know about that because all of my friends are mothers who have no time for such things. Again, different issue for a different day.
And all that is why I really wish I had been born to pee standing up...
This morning my intention had been to get out of the house at 9am, get Elyse new sandals, Kayla some new bottoms, treat myself to a haircut and be back by lunchtime. It didn't quite work out that way. I didn't drag myself out of bed until almost 10. Somehow I made it through an entire shower without either one of the kids knocking on the door or walking in to talk to me. Don't be fooled though, they did come in while I had one contact in my eye and another in my hand. Just blind enough to not really see if they were touching things they shouldn't.
Then before I could leave I had to listen to my husband complain that I had left him with the kids every morning this week, today was his day off, he was tired and wanted a break. "When was his day off to relax?" he wanted to know. (SERIOUSLY?? Don't even get me started buddy). Apparently laying in bed in a semi-coma not really paying attention to the kids is hard work. I have no idea how his brain can even let him do this. I also have no idea how he thinks food would get in the house had I not gone to BJ's Monday and Publix Tuesday. But whatever, apparently as a stay at home mom with a hard working husband such as mine, I am a very lucky woman and most woman wish they could be me...so he says. In theory I'm sure this is true on a lot of different levels, but I don't always feel as lucky. Different issue for a different day. Finally I got out of the house at 11:30, got 2 pairs of shoes, 1 pair of pjs, a pack of socks, and 5 bottoms all for $50.Yea me!
Sooo, as I'm waiting to get a haircut I notice that's it's way past lunch time (maybe 1:30pm?) and my husband hadn't called me since I left. Decided to call him and it went something like this...
Me: "Did you give the kids lunch?"
Him: "They had gummy bears"
Me: "LUNCHH! I said LUNCH! That's not lunch!!!" while thinking WTF?? Is this man retarded, we don't even have gummy bears, let me not even mention that Elyse should be napping right now.
Him: grumbling "Goodbye let me go make them something to eat"
Ahhhh, Lord give me patience....
So an hour later I get home, open the door and smell burning hot dogs. He's in the kitchen cutting up their lunch...at 2:30pm.
Anyway, cut to after the kids go to bed and come out 3x for no reason other than to get yelled at by me to get back in bed. I tidy up, unload the dish washer, load it back up, and wash the pots...all while he lays on the couch watching tv. I go upstairs to lay down for a minute and wake up an hour later with my face in a puddle of drool...luckily I fell alseep on his pillow ;-). He comes upstairs, looks for his phone, asks me a random question about how I'm feeling, doesn't wait for the answer, starts getting dressed and says "Ok, I'm going to meet the guys at the Pub. Bye Babe". He seriously left without even looking back or saying anything else. I honestly stayed in bed for a few minutes trying to wake up and figure out what happened.
Must be nice having an outlet or friends who actually make time to get together, relax, and enjoy each others' company. I wouldn't know about that because all of my friends are mothers who have no time for such things. Again, different issue for a different day.
And all that is why I really wish I had been born to pee standing up...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
First attempt to blog
First attempt to share my thoughts and not bore anybody...not as easy as I would have thought. Hopefully I get better at it because I need a new outlet.
Today I am 25 wks pregnant with baby girl # 3 who is still un-named. Not concerned about it. More concerned with re-arranging furniture and rooms to make everything fit. I am obsessed with organization and functionality. Within the next week I have to put together a bunk-bed for the girls, buy new sheets and figure out how to fit an entire playroom in one moderately sized bedroom. I'm actually very excited because it's a new project and for those that know me, I love projects. Being a SAHM I've gotten to the point where if there isn't a project, I'll invent one just to give myself something to do. I have so many ideas in my head for the girls' new space and a few things for the baby's room, I just can't wait to get started. Most excited because I recently learned how to use a sewing machine so I'll be attempting to create some stuff from scratch. I will definitely be posting before and after pictures for anyone interested. Until then, take care ;-)
Today I am 25 wks pregnant with baby girl # 3 who is still un-named. Not concerned about it. More concerned with re-arranging furniture and rooms to make everything fit. I am obsessed with organization and functionality. Within the next week I have to put together a bunk-bed for the girls, buy new sheets and figure out how to fit an entire playroom in one moderately sized bedroom. I'm actually very excited because it's a new project and for those that know me, I love projects. Being a SAHM I've gotten to the point where if there isn't a project, I'll invent one just to give myself something to do. I have so many ideas in my head for the girls' new space and a few things for the baby's room, I just can't wait to get started. Most excited because I recently learned how to use a sewing machine so I'll be attempting to create some stuff from scratch. I will definitely be posting before and after pictures for anyone interested. Until then, take care ;-)
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