Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Monday, June 25, 2012

Applique

I have to hand it to the folks who make Brother embroidery machines.  Over and over, I figure out new fangled things that the machine can do!
My very first machine applique. 
It works like magic.

My latest -- a rocket ship!
Of course, it has always been able to do these things.  It was just, ahemI had no earthly idea what I was doing and was completely unqualified to do it a steep learning curve.
Airplane
This has happened to me before.  And I hope it keeps happening, because it is so fun to discover a new trick like this!
Regardless, I can't get enough of these machine appliques.  I'm whipping them up for Barrett like crazy, with matching shorts. 
Goldfish. 
Matching orange gingham shorts not pictured.
I haven't made any for Charlotte yet, because I'm still satisfied with her smocked dresses -- boys have much fewer cute apparel options, unless of course, they are auditioning for a rock band.
Skull and cross bones, softened by an argyle print.  Uh huh.
I am disturbed.

Blue plaid whale. 
Much cuter than rocker-baby, right??

Friday, June 22, 2012

Duck, Duck, (Silly) Goose

We love to go feed the ducks at our nearby lake. 
We even have a dedicated basket in the pantry for "duck bread" (aka, the stale ends...sorry, ducks.)

  Barrett mostly does a lot of running around, specifically into little groups of ducks that wander up on the bank when they see our delicious stale bread.
Hi, ducks!!  Here I come!!  Wheeeeee!
In semi-related news, Barrett has started calling me a "silly goose" when I'm doing something he wants me to stop.  In contrast, when I ask HIM to stop doing something (ie, putting his toys in the bottom oven, insisting on wearing his bike helmet during dinner, etc) he says "I'm a silly goose!" as if that explains/excuses everything. 
*** 
((me tickling him/wrestling him into his shoes/chasing him around with to brush his hair))
Barrett: (laughing, shrieking) Stop it, mama!! 
Me: Hold still, buddy.  Almost done!
(resume whatever I was doing)
Barrett: Stop it, mama!  Stop it, I say!!  You silly goose!
***
First of all, where in the world did he hear that??   Who says "stop it, I say??"
Oh right, when Aunt Sarah scolds the dogs in Lady and the Tramp...mental note to more closely monitor exposure of EVERYTHING to this little sponge.  Anyway, back to the ducks...

Charlotte interchangeably calls them "duck duck" or "quack quack."  She is really into mimicking animals sounds right now, and sometimes calls the animal by the sound it makes, instead of its actual name.

I'll take either one.  So will the ducks, as long as I'm nearby doling out the bread crumbs.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Three Things Thursday

1.  I made striped curtains for the guest room. 
That room needs some style TLC, mostly because, left unchecked, I have a tendency to choose a monochromatic color palette.  As a result, everything in  the room is a taupy gold. 
So, I cut up the existing curtains (that were the exact same color as the walls) and inserted panels of an accent color -- cream.  I know. 
Totally wild, right?
At least the bold stripes add some punch, even if my colors don't.  I'm still working on it. 
Charlotte went on nap-strike to help me with the curtains. 
Thanks for your support, buttercup.

Open the curtains...close the curtains!
2.  Kristopher works out at the crack of dawn most mornings.  He is usually a little groggy when he's leaving the house before the sun comes up, so he lays out his work clothes the night before so he can shower after his workout and dress in the gym locker room.
The other day, he was getting dressed after a work out.  As he was putting on his boots, he discovered that one was full of sliced ham.
Oops. 
Guess Barrett didn't eat a huge dinner last night, like I thought.  He was squirreling away his ham into Daddy's empty boots by the back door.
Who, me??
3.  And perhaps more importantly: Kristopher, how did that ham boot make it all the way to the gym without you noticing the assuredly fragrant day-old-ham-odor??  Don't you have to carry them in the enclosed cab of your truck and then put them in your locker while you work out?  Didn't you catch a ham-y whiff after you opened that closed up locker post-workout??
This wasn't unusual for you?  No warning bells??
Hm.  Am I the only one who thinks this is odd?
Discuss amongst yourselves.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Friday, June 15, 2012

Zippity-Do-Dah

Well, guess what?
I sewed my first zippers!

Jenny and I had a sewing playdate where the kids played while we sewed at the kitchen table.  She taught me how to make these fun zippered bags. 

You can make them in any size and they have a million uses: store a zillion match box cars, toiletries, make up, snacks, overnight bags, school supplies, etc.  Anything.

I decided to make them waterproof, so I could use them for snacks, sippy cups, wet bathing suits, etc.  Just seemed practical.  Eventually, everything in our life gets sticky.

So, they are lined in a lemon yellow, with clear vinyl on top.  Charlotte's is lined in a shiny rose satin, with vinyl. 
 See how Jenny taught me to box the corners??  Now, they are wider at the bottom than the top.

I made a blue and yellow one for myself too, but without the vinyl.  It was much easier to sew just the fabric (instead of the stiff vinyl too) but it doesn't stand up on its own or have as much body.  And, of course, its not waterproof. 
I'll probably use it for a dirty clothes bag in my suitcase or maybe to keep stuff corralled in the car.  I just love these!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Three Things Thursday

In blatant plagiarism from my friend, Camille, I'm adopting her Three Things Thursday posts to help jump-start ideas and keep up with more consistent blogging.  Here goes.

1.  We recently went to Seaside, Florida for our fifth anniversary.  Just us. 
It was our first time to take a trip away from the kids and it was an exhilarating mix of freedom and longing.  We missed the kids SOOO much but had a great time on our own too, of course. 

We sat by the pool, took a yoga class together, got massages, read books, ate lazy meals in restauraunts with tablecloths, lay on the beach, finished entire conversations, ahhhh....so relaxing :)

The kids were thrilled to see us when we got back, and (even more?) thrilled about the giant inflatable turtle we brought them for the pool.
2.  When we got home, we decided on paint our master bedroom on our actual anniversary day.  Funny what we consider to be romantic quality time together, isn't it?  We love the new color.  Much lighter and brighter.

3.  We went to the beach with some sweet friends and their two kiddos, who are friends with Barrett and Charlotte.  We had a blast!! 

The kids constantly entertained each other, which allowed us to have unexpected grown up time (did you know you can eat an entire meal with other adults in one sitting???  You can!!  People do this!)

There is something strangely relaxing about going on vacation with another couple who have kids the sames ages, because (hypothetically...) if things go south and you suddenly have to leave the restaurant/splash park/playground/earth when your precious toddler dissolves into a squirming screaming mess because you won't let him play in traffic, the other parents totally get it. 
They've been there.  No judgment.  Sigh.  Isn't that nice?
Playing cornhole after dinner
We hadn't taken the kids to the beach in almost a year. 
Turns out, Charlotte loves the waves and sand.  She wants to sit directly on the sand at the water's edge so the waves crash into her little lap and she can dig her baby fingers into the sand all around her. 
Barrett prefers to escape down the beach to investigate kayaks or to the pool. 
Well, hello, Mr. Pirate
In an interesting twist, the sleeping arrangements worked out so that the best place for Barrett to sleep was ...(drum roll)... in our bed.  Maybe we're hard-nosed, but we've never had a child sleep in the bed with us.  Ever.  There were a few trials and tribulations:
((us tiptoeing into bed))
Barrett:  Hey mama!!!  Hey dada!!!  How're you doin'??  Wanna go to beach?
Me/Kristopher: It's bedtime, buddy.  Time to sleep.
Barrett: Kachow!!! (executes impressive belly flop into pillows)
...
this continues until we have to start threatening him to sleep.  It finally worked, and he slept all through the night all three nights.  And, I have to admit, those were some pretty sweet cuddles.
...
Thankfully, he returned to his crib at home without incident. 
We had a wonderful time~

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

For the Record

It's been forever! 
So, I thought I'd jump back in with an update on the kiddos, and for my own record-keeping purposes so I can remember what they were up to at these ages~

Charlotte's favorite hobbies include: rolling around in fresh-from-the-dryer warm laundry, playing in the dishwasher, pushing her baby doll stroller, and reading books.
It still reads just as well upside down
Her very favorite book is All of Baby, Nose to Toes, followed by Brown Bear.  She can repeat most of the words to All of Baby and pat to the corresponding body part.  Although she seems to like that book best, she starts saying "brown bear, brown bear" every time she opens any book.  As if every other book in the world is Brown Bear.

Her favorite sleepy-time song is Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star; favorite playtime/diaper change song is Wheels on the Bus.  I don't know how these became her favorites, but they settle her down if she is fussy, so I just go with it.

Her hair is growing and is still very straight, but starting to flip out a little at the bottom.  Her signature hairstyle is a ponytail on top with a bow, a la Pebbles Flintstone.  Mostly because that's the only way she'll leave the bow alone.

At the playground in Sandestin

She is super-duper attached to her little white bunny (originally named Jellybean, now named Baboo -- Charlotte's pronunciation of "baby").  We can't leave the house without Baboo. 
All buckled in
Baboo is pretty well-traveled.  It is starting to make me nervous...I mean, things happen.  How is she going to react if/when Baboo is misplaced??  And she is already starting to look a little raggedy from the umpteen trips through the washer.  I've started buying some back-up bunnies (white bunnies with pink ribbons, similar size) but she isn't fooled.  Not. The. Same. 

She has a preference for bunnies in general, but none will take the place of Baboo.  Everyone cross your fingers that Baboo remains in good health and safe keeping.  Forever.

Barrett is growing up, most notably in his speech.  I'm constantly surprised that I can carry on a two-sided conversation with him ~ when did this happen?? He definitely has favorite phrases, like:
::  Ready, set, go!!!!
::  Here I come!
::  Hey Charlotte.  Whacha doin?
::  I'm a good boy! (usually said after having done something I told him NOT to do)
::  Excuse me! (usually screamed when pushing his dump truck through groups of people)
::  Kachow!!  (quoting Lightning McQueen; excellent conversation-starter, used frequently when meeting new friends....or random people at the grocery store)
::  Hey buddy, need a tow? (quoting Tow Mater) 
before recent haircut -- all red curls
Which leads me to his favorite hobbies: CARS! and all things to do with cars (the movie, the characters, just regular cars/trucks/tractors/trains), riding equipment at Kristopher's job sites whenever possible (a golf cart will do in a pinch), swimming, running around at the park, and playing with "friends" (aka, any other children).
After his haircut.  Big boy!
His favorite sleepy-time song is Jesus Loves Me; playtime favorite is Old MacDonald; diaper change favorite is The Farmer in the Dell.
"The Barrett"
School art show masterpiece
Can you spot the extra-adorable thumb print puppy??
His Mother's Day Out program ended for the summer and he misses his sweet teacher so much!  Everytime we drive past his school, he hopefully asks "How 'bout go see Mrs. Fryday?"
We miss you!
He started swim lessons last week and is learning to kick "really fast, Mama!!!  Like a boat!!!"  Apparently, boats kick really fast?  Hm.  He's having fun, although he predictibly hates it when the teacher lets him go to swim on his own and he struggles to keep his head above water. 
C'est la vie, buddy.  Might as well learn that now.
He is so proud of himself when he comes up, sputtering.  And we're really proud too~~

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