Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A Christmas Recap and a New Year Party Pooper

I thought I'd try to squeeze in one last blog post before the year end. Plus Maddie woke me up at 5 am and I couldn't fall back asleep and it's now 8:15, and both girls are still asleep so I'm trying to do all the quiet things I can.

My parents visited the week before Christmas. It's always so nice to have them around. There's always a willing set of arms to hold a baby and my mom literally jumps at the chance to change diapers, put them down for naps, whatever.

We shopped. A LOT. I think my mom went a little "I love my grandkids and want to spoil them like crazy!" crazy. And I was her unwilling accomplice. My little sister joined us the last weekend they were here. We took everyone to Apple Hill where we drank hot cider, watched the ducks, ate apple pie, and managed to get a family picture.

Our Christmas was very low-key... Just the four of us at home pretty much being lazy all day. Maddie's new thing is to push her walker right into the tree. I've caught her twice about to chew on the Christmas lights. The first thing Allie opened was a book from my parents. She was so distracted that she didn't want to open any other presents. At least we know we can set the bar low next year...

Christmas Morning 2014

All in all, we had a very relaxing Christmas and plan to do the same for New Year's. The thing is, Brian and I aren't really New Year's celebrators. Even before I met him, I was the loser going to bed at a decent hour because staying up til midnight makes me cranky. One year I joined my roommate and friends at Disneyland and left at 10 p.m. because I was tired. From then on, I decided staying home and getting a good night's sleep is the best way to celebrate.

So our poor children will never know what it's like to stay up and celebrate the New Year and watch the ball drop and any of the other things people do at midnight. They'll think it's just another day off, which is totally fine with me!

Oh and I'll be back later with my resolutions. Considering I met half the resolutions I set last year, I'm feeling pretty good about the new ones.

Friday, December 12, 2014

A few of my favorite things: Piko Shirt

I talked a bit about fashion last week and how I shop for myself based on what looks good on me and feels comfortable and not on what looks good on the model. So I decided to start a series where every once in awhile I'll highlight a find that I've been willing to splurge on because it is so very worth it.

One of the challenges of my post-pregnancy body is that things are just lumpier than they used to be. I'm working on firming things up but in the meantime, I needed something that would flatter my shape but not be clingy. Enter the Piko Shirt from Shop Sosie:

Cozy Long Sleeve Top in Light Grey by Piko

This is not a paid advertisement. I wish! It is just me spreading the news of this wonderful find.

I now have this shirt in a long sleeve green, a short sleeve gray, and the black v-neck is on my Christmas wish list.

It is sooo comfortable and the loose, flowiness hides my slooowwwly shrinking love handles. Plus the sleeves are very fitted so it still somehow flatters my body shape. Not to mention the wide neck shows a bit of clavicle so it doesn't look like a frumpy mom shirt. At any rate, it's a total win in my book. I know it won't fit everyone's body type but it happens to work just fine with mine so it made it to the list!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Disneyland Recap

I forgot to recap our trip to Disneyland/So Cal to see family. It was so much fun... a lot of excitement including a trip to the E.R. and as always, way too short!

Miss "I'm such a professional plane flyer now"

Ryan is actually a month younger than Maddie, believe it or not.

She was speechless when she saw Cinderella. But still managed a great pose and smile.

On her second favorite ride, the carousel. (#1 is Dumbo, of course)

Waiting for Heimlich's Chew Chew Train

Still waiting...

All the good pictures of the kids have my sister in them. She gets to be the cool, fun, single auntie for awhile. 

Allie got to wear her "pretty dress" the second day.

Grandpa and Maddie

My aunt, uncle and cousins joined us the second day

The crazies in the front row

My cousins' kids got balloons but then they fell asleep so Allie got to play with both. She was pretty happy about that...

Silly faces with Uncle Carl

My sister, her husband, and older son.

Sisters with Mom (Victoria lasted 5 minutes holding Maddie in the Ergo)

The big kids got to ride Radiator Racers while Grandma & Grandpa hung out with the littles.

Brian is way more artsy than I even think about being.

Cousins. Atticus is trying to escape the death grip/hand holding.

And... we have fun.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Interviews with Allie

It's crazy that in just a short amount of time, Allie has gone from singular words to stringing together sentences. I thought I'd start a diary of some of the things she says that make me smirk from day to day.

Me: "Allie, time to pee in the toilet."
Allie: "No. I peed in the toilet yesterday."

Allie: (listening to "I wonder" from Sleeping Beauty) "What's this?"
Me: Sleeping Beauty
A: No, it's Cinderella.
Me: I think I would know. It's Sleeping Beauty.
A: No, it's Cinderella.
Me: Fine. You win. It's Cinderella.
A: No, it's Sleeping Beauty.

Me: "Allie, please be gentle around Maddie."
A: *makes a face at Maddie, who giggles in return* "Look. It's happy."

Me: *cleaning her nose out with an aspirator*

*Maddie is fussing in her chair*
A: "It's okay Maddie. It's okay. I've got you."

Literally every single time she goes to the bathroom.
And yes, even in public places like church, or restaurants. She comes back and announces it with such enthusiasm, arms raised up like she's just finished a marathon. It's my own fault, I suppose, for making such a big deal out of it in the first place. Curse you potty training tips on Pinterest!

And a funny incident... Brian was cleaning up from making waffles with Allie, Maddie was asleep on our bed, and I was showering. He heard Allie walk away and realized it was too quiet. He walked back to our room to find Allie holding a very awake Maddie. Actually she wasn't holding her and I'm not sure I can convey the awkwardness of the situation. Just imagine what it would look like if a toddler decided to pick up a sleeping baby. Allie just informed Brian "I hold my baby."

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Old school

So I made the plunge and got a pair of Vans. It was one of my birthday presents. To me.

Just kidding my mama got them for me.

But I did surprise myself with a few birthday presents. I loved them all. 

Anyway, the first time I wore my Vans, I had the thought of "Maybe... I'm too old to be wearing Vans?" Which got me thinking... can you ever be too old for a fashion trend? I've noticed these days that it's popular to wear crop tops with high-waisted shorts (umm... yes, the 90's called and they want their fashion trends back.) Obviously I haven't seen anyone over the age of 30 sporting this look (although I'm sure somewhere in the world, there is) so the question begs... At what point are you too old to be sporting the same trend as the kids half your age?

Not like I'm going to be waltzing around in a crop top anytime soon. I happen to think that a woman's clothing choices should mature as they do so that means you stop shopping at Forever 21 and start shopping at places where the shirts cost more than $5.90 and last longer than 2 weeks. But that's just me.

Which also has me thinking... as I get older, I see the value of spending a little more money on a classic, basic piece that will last me many moons. I also see the value of buying what I like to wear as opposed to what I think looks good on the mannequin. Like v-neck tees. I must have 52 v-neck t-shirts but it's because my go-to uniform on a daily basis is a v-neck tee with leggings. Which are pants, right? Please say yes.

Because if you say leggings aren't pants, then the only pants I own that fit are maternity pants. And we all know that maternity pants, without a giant preggo belly, will have nothing to hold on to. So basically if you say leggings aren't pants, you're condemning me to walk around with my pants continually trying to make a break for it. Or I'll be wearing suspenders. But wait... am I old enough to be wearing suspenders? Don't you have to be at least 70+? Hmm.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Let's catch up and remember life.

Let me just recap the past few weeks... We went to L.A., tons of fun, came home and were attacked by the flu (despite Brian being forced to get the flu shot 2 weeks earlier), I was the last man standing so pretty thankful I felt good enough to take care of everyone. Finished the bathroom floor (finally),  gearing up for Thanksgiving, my sister coming to visit, and more work on the bathroom.


But enough about me. Let's talk about something fun that I was just thinking about last night.

Before kids
  • Time it takes to watch a 2 hour movie: 2 hours 
  • Saturday nights: Go out to dinner, maybe catch a movie, relax at home with some dessert before calling it a night around midnight.
  • Shopping: Grab your purse, head to the mall. Browse for a few hours, taking your time to try things on, before making a few purchases and finally coming home, happy that you got what you came for. 
  • Spare time: craft, bake, crochet, exercise (because you have a gym membership, of course), watch TV/movies, read blogs, keep up with the world
After kids
  • Time it takes to watch a 2 hour movie: 3.5 hours pausing for potty breaks, rewinding to hear what happened because you can't hear over the toddler/baby chatter, pausing to get snacks every 10 minutes
  • Saturday nights: Pile everyone in the car to get pizza, after 45 minutes, arrive home with pizza, find the latest Tinkerbell movie on Netflix, watch until kid's bedtime, clean up pizza off the kid, high-chair, floor. Bath kids, pj's on, brush teeth, put kids to bed, try to watch a grown-up movie but end up falling asleep on the couch. At 8:45 pm. Forget about dessert.
  • Shopping: Load up the diaper bag (including diapers, extra outfits, snacks, sippy cup), purse (make sure you have extra wipes in there), stroller (don't forget the 2nd seat attachment), and kids. Drive to the mall. Unload and set-up stroller, get everything into the stroller (including children) and set off. Hit up Nordstroms first to see the fish and get a free balloon. Stop at the bathrooms for toddler potty break and baby nursing session. Finally head to the stores you want. Quickly browse, grabbing several things to try on. Head to the dressing room and try things on for 30 seconds. Spend 5 minutes trying to keep your toddler from opening the door and flashing the dressing room attendants your stretch marks. Spend 10 minutes trying to calm fussy baby. Second nursing session. Leave the dressing room with nothing you want because everything you grabbed was the wrong size and you're too tired to try again. Head to the Disney store and spend the rest of the time recuperating while your toddler watches cartoons. Decide you've had enough shopping for the year and head home. When the kids inevitably fall asleep in the car, sit there and do some online shopping on your phone and give thanks to God that such an option exists.
  • Spare time: Sleep. 
Then when Brian watches the girls and I head out on my own, it feels like a vacation. "You mean I get to browse Target without worrying about keeping Allie preoccupied or making sure she doesn't grab everything off the shelves? Yes please!" And then I miss them. "Aww what a nice display of Christmas ornaments. If Allie were here, they'd be on the floor. I should bring her. She'd love it."

Yep. That's parenting. Only for the masochists.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Allie's Play Kitchen

Phew. That about sums up this whole process. But the moment is finally here. Allie's kitchen reveal...

I'm going to spare you the long gory details of how this all came to be and hopefully let the pictures talk for themselves. It still needs some paint touch-up but this poor girl has had to wait long enough so maybe if I get in the mood one day, I'll do it. Most likely not. Also, I tried to link as much as I could in the lists below, but it's been so long that some of the stuff isn't even sold anymore.

Free cabinets from Craigslist

Cutting the cabinets down

Butcher block slab that Brian brought home from a house they demo'd.

Used leftover trim/baseboard paint from our old house

This was the Christmas Eve picture I took. We stayed up until 1 am and decided it wasn't going to get done. It basically sat untouched for 10 months until...

The small trash can came with our trash can that we use in the kitchen. The toaster was a gift from my sister.

The faucet was from Habitat for Humanity, mixing bowl from Marshall's, small whisk and spatulas from Target, other utensils came with Allie's cookie set (linked below).

Wire baskets from Ikea, play food from Ikea or Amazon (gifts from my parents and sisters), red wash cloth from my kitchen, wooden eggs and crate from Michael's.

Rolling pin from Old Navy, metal pans from Brian's grandma, pans, pots, and oven mitts from my parents (linked below)

Cookie set from Brian's parents, metal cooling rack from Marshall's

Towels (Bed Bath & Beyond)
Pots and Pans (Melissa & Doug)
Wooden food (Melissa & Doug)
Wooden cookies (Melissa & Doug)
Toaster (Land of Nod - discontinued)
Fabric fruits and veggies (Ikea)
Rolling pin (Old Navy)

I guess it's not really fair to do an accurate cost break down because a lot of the stuff was what we had lying around but here it is anyway.

Everything from Michaels, Home Depot and Marshall's, we bought with gift cards so it changes the final price a bit. I also bought the Michael's stuff with coupons.

Paint (white and gray): $0 (leftover from other projects)
Wood to fill cabinets and for countertop: $0 (scraps that Brian has collected)
Butcher block counter: $0 (Scrap that Brian brought home from a house they demo'd)
Wooden circles: $4 (Michael's)
Magnetic paint: $3 (Michael's)
Pre-cut plexiglass: $2 (Home Depot)
Metallic gray paint: $4 (Home Depot)
Bowl used for sink: $4 (Marshall's)
Cooling rack used for oven rack: $2 (Marshall's)
Faucet: $10 (Habitat for Humanity)
Handles: $14 (Ikea)
Wire baskets: $12 (Ikea)
Total spent: $36 ($54 if you count the gift card stuff)

So there you have it. We probably could've finished a lot sooner if we didn't move, take on an entire home renovation and have a new baby but what are you gonna do...

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Motherhood and other serious things

Motherhood. It's a strange thing...

What is the measure of it? That's what I've been thinking a lot lately. We've been stretched between Brian working overtime, working on the bathroom remodel, keeping up with various activities, all these extracurricular things that have me wondering... what's the point?

Is my goal to get everything checked off my to-do list? Or to spend as much time with my daughters as possible? Do I ignore the state of my home to make sure I'm putting in valuable time with them? Or even more, do I pop in a movie for Allie so I can have a normal, uninterrupted adult conversation with Brian? Or does that make me a bad mom? Is it okay for her to know the words to "Let It Go" as long as she also knows the words to "Trust and Obey"?

Should she be able to count to 5? Rattle off her ABC's? Is she supposed to be eating 3 square meals a day with healthy snacks in between? What if all she's had are refried beans and chips? And what about Maddie? She's obviously not getting as much attention as Allie did. Should I be spending more time playing and interacting with her? Should she be rolling over? Walking? Potty-trained?

I don't feel like I have everything together. There's stuff strewn about the floors, which haven't been cleaned in ages (although to be fair, concrete sub-floors can never really be that clean). The laundry pile seems to be growing even if I've just done 16 loads of laundry. Sometimes dinner burns. Sometimes the fridge has leftovers that have turned into science experiments.

Sometimes I realize minutes before Brian comes home that I haven't brushed my teeth yet. I've learned to ignore the stack of tools and building equipment that have taken over one side of our living room. And that's without even comparing myself to others (which is a deep, dark hole that once you fall into is nearly impossible to climb out of). It's a funny thing living in the internet age where everyone can plaster pictures of their homes all over the place. I don't think my mom ever took pictures of her home to show others. But in our world, this is normal. Comparing ourselves has become SO incredibly easy to do.

I know my goal as a Christian is to bring God glory. But what does that look like? It has to be different for each person, right? Because we're all different. So what's a woman to do?

Keep your head down. Live a quiet life. Work with your hands. Love God and others and do what you've been called to do. And it's okay if it looks different than other people. Because ultimately we are to compare ourselves to Christ and when we see how much we fall short, we rejoice in His gracious work on the cross.

Can I get an amen? Now excuse me while I tackle that laundry pile once again. 

Just kidding, I'm gonna go eat some chocolate cake.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Her Mother's Daughter

Sunday's are so quiet around here. The girls usually take one long nap at the same time so after some half-hearted tidying up, I'm usually free to do whatever I want. Within reason, of course. I mean, I'm not like some crazed teenager who's just discovered the freedom of college. It's more like "Hey, let's bust out the cookie dough while I crochet and watch Persuasion." And usually I say this to Brian, who's either like "Zzzzzz..." or "No."

Anyway, this time I decided to blog a bit before I jump right into the never-ending blanket project. Don't worry, dear sister, I'm sure I'll have it done before I die. Hopefully before you die too.

I've realized that Allie is abnormally loud. I never gave much thought to it until I observed her around other normal children and noticed that she was the only one running in circles, screaming at the top of her lungs. I usually think..."Who is this child? She must get it from Brian. His mom said he was pretty much her worst kid and she's had 6 so..." (I'm obviously paraphrasing here because, while Brian's mom loves to tell stories of the shenanigans he would get into, she thinks he's just the most wonderful son a woman could ask for.) But I digress... Allie. Loud. Obnoxiously loud. Crazy. Wild. Hyper.

Where does this all come from? I really had no idea until... the other day. We were cleaning and of course cleaning calls for a good musical soundtrack. And as I belted out Whitney Houston's How will I know at the top of my lungs in the loudest operatic voice I could manage, it hit me.


Who else is she around all day? Brian doesn't come home and start yell/singing at the top of his lungs. Maddie certainly doesn't give Allie any ideas about screaming (although I'm certain it's beginning to happen the other way around.)


It's me.

Her mother.

The loudest human being on the planet.

Okay, fine that's an exaggeration but all things considered, she must get her mannerisms from me. Is that okay? We don't sit quietly and have dainty tea parties and say things like "Oh your dress looks lovely today, darling."

When we have tea parties, Allie hits my cup as hard as possible when we're toasting. We do some amazing mother/daughter dances around the house while we clean that I think could be viewed as a ballet/kick boxing mix. When I'm telling her not to do something (like touch the stove), sometimes I'll sing loudly "Mootheerrrrrrrr knows best!!!" Except the 'best' word is sung like that note in Phantom of the Opera where Christine goes so high you think the chandelier is going to shatter.

So it's my fault she's loud. My fault she's a crazy nutter. But you know what? I'm okay with that. It'll be great when she's older and we can sing duets while we twirl around with our tiaras, mops, and feather boas kick-dancing to some classic 80's music.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Eggs are sides for bacon.

I have been so frustrated with my weight loss. I know, I know "Eat better and exercise." I know what I have to do, it's actually doing it that's the problem. Since Brian's brother moved out and left us with a treadmill, I really have NO excuse for not exercising. But after a few weeks of sort of consistently walking/running on the treadmill, I still don't fit into my regular pants.

Yeah, yeah, it's supposed to take at least 6 weeks to see results. I KNOW. It just doesn't make it easier to do it. I told Brian that if I literally saw the fat falling off while I ran, it'd be so much more motivating. Gross, but think how much faster and longer you'd run if that happened! Okay, don't think too much. It'll make you queasy.

At any rate, I figured out what motivates me: clothes. Right? I mean is this a surprise to anyone? Having cute leggings to run in or flashy shoes to look down at when I think I'm going to pass out and face plant on the treadmill makes things so much better.

I'm not usually a fan of shirts with writing on them but for exercising, I thought it would be cool to have something Biblical and motivating while I exercise. Added to my birthday list (you know, in case you were frantically wondering what you should buy me.)


Monday, October 13, 2014

A Friday List. On Monday.

Well my Friday list is actually going to be a Monday list, but eh, you know how it goes...
  • I've started running on the treadmill again because I'm still 20 lbs over my original weight (which was 10 lbs over what I'd like to be). And by running, I mean walking quickly with short bursts of sprinting in between. It usually goes like this "I'll sprint for 1 minute when the timer reaches 3:00. (10 seconds of sprinting go by)... "I'll sprint for 15 seconds." But hey, I have to start somewhere and I'm motivated by the many pairs of pants in my closet just begging to be worn this winter. It's still debatable if leggings qualify as pants so I really need to fit into my normal jeans again.
  •  My 30th birthday is in 4 weeks. It happens to land on a Sunday which is nice because there's not much else I'd like to do on my birthday than go to church, worship the One who's kept me alive this long and then spend the day relaxing. But I won't say no to a lunch date at my favorite sushi restaurant.... too bad Brian doesn't read my blog. I'm going to have to drop some subtle hints like "Hey, take me to Blue Nami for my birthday lunch. Please."
  • If you're going to surprise me with a present, please let it be fat-free cheesecake that tastes EXACTLY like the fatty kind. What's that? It doesn't exist? Well, it wouldn't be a surprise then, now would it?
  • One wall of the girls' bathroom shower is tiled! We went with a perpendicular herringbone pattern and I LOVE it. I think we've finally gotten back into our work groove so here's hoping we'll have 2 functioning bathrooms soon! (I tried to post my Instagram pic of it here but it won't let me and I'm too lazy to do it from my phone so.... follow me on Instagram. :)
  • Allie is still figuring out going #2 in the toilet. Long story short, her Cinderella underwear ended up in the sink needing to be washed. After we finished up in the bathroom, I grabbed the underwear to go toss in the washing machine and she points at it and says matter-of-factedly "I pooped on Cinderella." Yes. Yes you did. Try not to be so proud of yourself, huh?
  • Another less gross Allie story, she is quite the chatterbox these days. The other day, Maddie was starting to squeal in her chair and Allie says "Maddie's singing." I agreed and suggested she teach her a song. So she starts "Trust and obey... way, no, no other way, to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. Pray, Maddie? God... loves Allie. Bed. Eat. Amen!" I wish I could say I got this recorded on my phone but as soon as she sees the phone out, she stops everything and does her squishy face. It's only cute after the first 100,000 times. 
  • It is pretty cool seeing Allie and Maddie interact more. Maddie is such a happy baby and Allie loves to make her laugh. But Allie also loves to smother her in kisses and hugs so we're working on that. Poor Maddie. She gets smothered in kisses from everyone though. It's her fault for being so darn cute and kissable!! 
  • Happy Monday!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Why so serious?

It's strange how technology has changed things. Warning: semi-serious post ahead.

I've been blogging for about 3 years now. It's never been about the money. Obvs. (I mean, I'm still waiting on that check from Google for that $0.03 I earned through ads.)

It's always been an outlet for me. I like to write. I think I'm funny. Sometimes I read what I've written and chuckle to myself. But I've never really felt pressure to keep up with new projects, new ideas, new blog material to bring in more readers. I think I started out with... 3 readers? And now I'm up to like 7?

I've been reading a handful of blogs over the years and all of these writers at some point or another have decided to take a break. They want to focus more on family, less on blogging. Totally fine with me. I will always encourage someone to spend more time with the ones you love because that matters more. I guess I've always subconsciously made that decision which is why sometimes I have posts every other day and other times it can go 2 weeks without a post.

But since I don't get paid for this (I don't really care to, actually), I've never been concerned about anything like how to get more readers, more sponsors, more money. I know it would be different if all of a sudden, someone wanted to pay me to do this. But maybe I'd say no. Because I would never want to make this blog stressful. It's always been about sharing my feelings and thoughts, not about turning it into a business. Plus I really can't imagine anyone wants to pay me to share my feelings and thoughts. Pretty sure you usually have to pay someone else to do that and they're called a therapist.

At any rate, I'm going to keep doing this as long as I feel like. As long as there's a funny story to tell. As long as there's a list of weird and random thoughts going through my mind. As long as the internet will let me.

You guys make it easy on me. You read my thoughts and put up with my random topics and still keep coming back.

So thank you, 7 faithful readers. Let's get back to the fun stuff, shall we? Friday list coming tomorrow! *muah* *hugs*

Monday, October 6, 2014

A Monday List

Instead of tidying up the house, like I should be while both girls are sleeping, I decided to blog. I have so much on my mind. Ha... okay, not really but I thought it was time for another Friday Monday list!
  • The nights are definitely starting to cool down. It makes me want to crochet and snuggle on the couch watching movies. And of course eat all kinds of apple/pumpkin/fall goodness.
  • Saturday we moved the guest bed out into the shed. And by we, I mean me. And by moved, I mean dragged through the house and out into the back yard. I'll just give you a play by play... "I'll just do as much as I can until I really need Brian's help. I don't want to interrupt his work groove on the bathroom (which is ready for tile!!!). I can totally lift this mattress. Nope. I can totally drag this mattress. I can totally take apart this Ikea bed. Boom. Done. I can totally lift this small nightstand. Wait. Are there rocks in the drawers? *Sigh... Allie... Huh. No rocks. It's okay, I got this. Phew! All done!" {THE NEXT MORNING} "I'll just sit here in my rocking chair and feed Maddie...... Okay, all done. I'll just stand up and put her in her bassinet. NOPE. NOPE. MAYDAY. MAYDAY. CHEST TIGHT. SPINE MUST BE BROKEN. CAN'T BREATHE. CALL BRIAN." And then I spent the rest of the day being a useless lump of flesh. NOTE TO SELF: Maybe stretch after lifting heavy things and carrying them around? Maybe? Otherwise you'll pull a back muscle and scare yourself into thinking that you broke your spine. Ehh it's okay. Nothing a little heating pad and massage couldn't fix.
  • So we're turning our guest room into an office/play room (hence moving the guest bed out into the shed). We don't have guests as often as we need an office so we decided to make this space functional for us. I'm drawing up plans for building a big, long desk. Brian needs space to draw/design and I need space for bills/papers/coupons/whatever else paper junk that needs to be organized.  Maybe I'll let you know how it goes. Or maybe you should just follow me on Instagram because that's probably where I'll document it... This blog is definitely not a DIY blog. In fact, I don't really think it fits into any category. Weird ramblings of a 20-something (almost 30), stay-at-home, craft-ADD, shop-a-holic woman? I've got that niché covered.
  • Allie's kitchen still isn't done. It's missing an oven door and the baskets for the fridge. Poor kid. She still plays with it though. Her little half-finished kitchen. #firstworldproblems Maybe we'll get it done for Christmas this year? Or maybe we'll just give up and let her think that it's normal for ovens to not have doors....?
  • We're finally back into work-on-the-house mode and the bathroom will finally be something more than an empty room with a tub and open wall frames. Drywall has been hung so next step is tiling which is actually my favorite part! Although drywall mudding is also lots of fun... Anyway, we decided to go with subway tile, like we did for the kitchen back splash. But to mix things up, we're doing a straight herringbone pattern like this one. I'm pretty excited to see how everything turns out.
Well, that's all for now! Happy Monday!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Life before/after babies

What did we do before babies?

This is the question that came to my mind on Sunday afternoon. Allie and Maddie had both been asleep for 3.5 hours.

Yeah, that's not a typo.

I have no idea why they both slept that long but they did. The bummer thing is I wish they had told me ahead of time they were going to sleep because I would've planned for a big project (like organizing the guest room). Instead I did some cleaning, some laundry, and some sitting.

Literally. Sat for a good 20 minutes and just thought. I don't even remember the last time I did something like that. I know I thought I was busy before I had kids, but I cannot for the life of me remember what I was busy with. Work? Projects? Baking things from scratch? I really have no idea. I think I used to workout but I can't remember.

All in all it was really  nice to have that little break to just sit and think to myself. No whining. No rushing toddlers to the bathroom. No calming a gassy baby. Just me and my thoughts. For 20 solid minutes.

And then Maddie woke up and needed to be fed and Allie woke up with a poopy diaper (since she still wears diapers for sleeping) and the chaos was full force all over again.

If I had to choose between the quiet moments and the chaotic every day, I'd choose chaos every time. I love these girls and there really is nothing I'd rather be doing than spending time with them. Quiet thinking time is overrated.