

Tutu Fun

This past weekend my brother and sister-in-law hosted a costume party for the kids. We dressed up our tiny dancer as a ballerina so I thought I would show you the tutu I made for our baby girl. Since I had my son first I wasn’t sure how much I’d like all the girlie things that come when you have a little girl…but I love it! I love all the soft fabrics with pretty prints and pastel colors. I love her sweet cuddles, coos and babbling. All this pink has really brought out my feminine side. What a blessing it is to have the pleasure of loving a baby girl!
To make one for your little girl check out this how-to video here. Enjoy!
Birthday Greetings
I don’t know about you but I really like the personal touch of a handmade card. The extra time and attention are a special gift. And while I am a novice I sure do have a good time creating one of a kind greetings. I received the handmade card on the left from my grandmother and it was the inspiration for the card I made on the right for my dad’s birthday.
To help fuel my creativity I currently receive Paper Crafts and Martha Stewart Living magazines. Any ideas, tips or tricks that I find I cut them out and add them to my “Inspiration” binder.
What fuels your inner craftiness??
Feeling Defeated & Depleted
Did you ever have a day that left you feeling defeated and depleted? That is exactly how I was feeling after a particularly long day of poop filled training pants and repeated time-outs for hitting. I don’t know about you but I find that poop filled training pants are way messier than diapers. Trying to get them off a wiggling toddler without getting poo all over is not an easy feat. You might be wondering why I find it hard since most training pants have neat little pull tabs, well my son has allergies and sensitive skin so we use the Seventh Generation training pants and they don’t have tabs. Because of that I’ve resorted to cutting them off of him to avoid smearing poo down his legs only to have him step in it. The thing that makes it so frustrating is that he knows that he is supposed to poo in the toilet and has already done so a few times. Not only that but once he does poo in his training pants he is quick to tell me he needs to be changed.
I was ready to throw in the towel and accept that my son would be destined to a life of pooping in his pants when I realized that I needed to take a “time-out” and get some perspective. So, I picked up the book, “Out of the Spin Cycle – Devotions to Lighten Your Mother Load”, by Jen Hatmaker. This book is an encouraging, humorous look at motherhood and our day to day struggle to teach our little ones. I don’t know about you but I find it comforting to hear stories from moms who are either going through the same struggles I am or have gone down this road and have survived toddler-hood.
This need to be refocused and encouraged is why I really miss the moms I met while attending the MOPs (Mothers of Pre-schoolers) meetings at our church. I miss being asked “So, how’s it going?”, I miss the conversations, I miss the prayer, I miss the knowing and caring looks when I’m explaining a struggle I’m having, I miss the companionship, I miss the crafts. and I miss the hot breakfast and the time to actually sit down, yes, you read right, SIT DOWN and eat that yummy breakfast. I decided not to attend this semester because I’m not ready to put my littlest one in the nursery yet. She’ll be six months old this week, and when the babies turn six months they have to go to the nursery in order to keep the meetings peaceful for all the moms. I completely understand this rule as our baby girl has “found her voice” and will give a nice loud pterodactyl screech every once in a while just to break the silence. Since I waited until my son was one year old before I put him in the nursery I want to give my little girl the same grace period. With that said, I am looking forward to the day when we three make the trek to MOPs on Tuesday mornings and Bible Study on Friday mornings.
What do you do to stay connected with other moms? Where do you get encouragement as you journey through motherhood?
Lost Lizard
The other day while walking through the kitchen I saw a baby lizard headed down the hall toward the bedrooms. I quickly grabbed my camera and called out to my little guy to come quick and see what mommy had found. As I watched it shimmy it’s scaly body under the door of my husband’s office I thought for sure it would find a great place to hide amid the book shelves and we’d never see it again. I armed myself with a cup and a piece of paper and went on a hunt. To my surprise when I opened the door it was standing still as a stone only a few inches inside the room. I trapped it in the cup, took a few pictures and then we set it free outside in our tiny garden. This isn’t the first lizard that has made it’s way into our house but this was the easiest one to catch!
MIL Lore
My Mother-in-Law (MIL) came to live with us shortly before I gave birth to our youngest. Although it has been nice to have extra help with the kids and with cleaning the house, having her here has been a bit awkward at times. Don’t get me wrong I love my MIL, we just are two very different people. For one thing she primarily speaks Spanish and I only speak English. I did take one year of high school Spanish but I only remember sentences like, Me gusta jugar el fubol. (In case you’re wondering that says, I like to play soccer.) So, you can imagine that our conversations are elementary at best and are often confusing. Then there’s the fact that she is over 40 years older than I am (she’s older than my grandparents), a bit of a generation gap.
I’m sure we’ve all heard parents tell tales of how their kid is a super advanced genius who is leaps and bounds ahead of their peers. Well it seems that my hubby was one of those kids if I believe what my MIL says. Not to say that my better half isn’t wonderfully smart, it’s just that some of her stories are a bit unbelievable. Case in point, according to my MIL her little genius was walking on his own around the coffee table at 5 months and using the toilet at 9 months. I’m sure she is wondering what is wrong with our two little ones considering our youngest who is almost 6 months has just begun to master rolling over and can now hold herself up if we put her in a sitting position. Needless to say she in not ready to stand on her own much less walk. As for my husband using the toilet at 9 months, I’m still trying to potty train my 2 1/2 year old son!!! It might be better that I don’t understand everything she says.
Reality Bites – A Tale of a French Giraffe
Our littlest minion has begun teething so I recently gave her one of her brother’s old teething toys, a giraffe named Sophie. My MIL, who is always ready to help out, decided to “clean” Sophie with bleach and ended up cleaning her so much that she is now an albino giraffe. After her dramatic makeover Sophie looked very sad so we decided to retire her. She has already helped two kids get their chompers so it’s high time for a replacement.
…Are you still thinking about my MIL cleaning toys with bleach??? My husband and I often joke that we don’t know how he ever survived childhood.
Journals and the Pens That Don’t Go With ‘em
At last count I have about 15 notebooks/journals that I am using. Each one is designated to hold my notes on different things/topics I want to be able to review. This morning I was writing in my Prayer/Bible Daily Reading journal using a newer pen when I realized that I was not happy with how loose the pen felt on the paper. The ink seemed to flow just a little too freely making my writing look a bit sloppy. So I switched from using the Uni-ball Signo Rt .38mm in lavender black to the Hi-Tec-C .3mm in blue black. Although a .08mm difference might not seem like much, switching pens really made my entry look better and more uniformed…in case you were wondering, yes, I did tear out the page and started over. Don’t get me started on how much I hate mistakes in my journals!!
You know what I’m thinking…I’m going to need to crack open another journal to keep track of which pens go with each of my journals.













