DIY Faux Wall

Jackson has officially been evicted from his crib in my bedroom. On account of him being one and a half years old, that is. He still resides in his four wall fortress AKA his crib, but he has been moved upstairs! For whatever reason (the biggest of which being laziness), I stuck him in the loft. It’s a really large room and its very underutilized. That is until now, my friends!

I decided I wanted to create some sort of partition, or wall to keep his crib out of site, and to give him a space more truly his. I researched all kinds of methods to hang curtains from a ceiling and letsbehonesthere, they all seemed WAY to complicated for a novice like me. So, much like his half assed move upstairs, I took as many shortcuts as possible, because lazy. I only did one wall, but you could easily double the supplies and create two, to create a “room”. All you need is a power drill, 3 eye hooks, galvanized steel wire, and drapery clips!(they have a little claw clip, suspended on a half loop thing). I drilled 3 holes in the ceiling and installed the eye hooks, in a straight line. I tied the wire securely through one of the end eye hooks, then pulled it as taut as humanly possible to the middle eye hook and tied it there. Oh, you’ll need wire cutters too. Then I tied another piece of wire to that middle eye hook and then brought it through the eye hook on the other end, repeating the previous process. Then I attached the clips to the curtains, and hung them on the wire! Voila!! I also attached a curtain thingy(can’t remember the name) to the wall so I could pull aside one of the panels when I choose.

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So there you have it! Jackie’s Corner!

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Summer Mornings

A few weeks ago I had the privilege of a three day weekend. That meant a lot of things but one of the most important was that I got to hangout with my sweet Janie while her big sister and brother got on the school bus. The weather was perfect, as this entire August has been. 20140827-163941.jpg

Pillow Talk

One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was leave my bed this morning. I mean really, just look at it.

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First world problem, I know. Saturday night involved a bit to many drinks and turns out, the closer you get to 30 the harder it is to hang. I seriously spent all day Sunday sweating. Gross. Anyways, I’m tired, and have been working, and being a mom, and I’ve abandoned this blog. Sometime soon I’ll be getting on the gym bandwagon and that will give me something new to write about because right now everything is just sort of redundant.

A Post Without Pictures {You’re Welcome}

Have you ever had a moment with your child, when they do something that inflicts SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN to you that you your vision goes white and have to grasp a wad of whatever is closest to you in order to prevent your hands from flailing involuntarily in their direction?

…yeah, that happened.

I mean sure, with an{almost} four year old, and a one year old, it has definitely happened more than once. When my oldest was about 2, she was sitting in my lap and moved her head backwards into my nose at such a high level of velocity that I was sure It’d been flattened. All I remember is hearing a loud CRACK, then seeing white. No blood that time though. Since she never inflicted an injury that required a tourniquet, her little brother must have been plotting his “one-up” on her.

The three of us, sitting on my bed as we often do when Jackson wakes up from his nap. Laughing and cuddling and talking about dreams. An empty cup on my nightstand. A baby brother just itching to one-up his sister. He grabbed it. He chucked it. It bounced off Lilly’s head. Then straight into my mouth. A fat. Bloody. Lip.

Touche, little dude. Touche.

Teeth

I would end somebody if they dared post a picture of me from this angle, but look at those teeth! He is 14 months and finally got a top tooth. Now he can eat good food, all day err day.
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Freedom Has A Price

Friday morning. It’s the thing dreams are made of. This weekend I’m releasing the parenting reins for a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I love having the kids at home and I am SO thankful that I get them six nights a week, occasionally five. This morning as I am getting the kids and myself ready, I loaded up the pack and play, the stroller, the diaper bag, and all of the essentials because my Mom is picking them up from Katie’s house and they’re having a slumber party at my sisters. Then tomorrow their Dad is picking them up and keeping them until I get off work Monday. Naturally, I was bound to forget something. Dipes, wipes, bottle, sippy cup, panties, pajamas, stroller, pack and play. Check.

Carseats. I forgot to leave the carseats at Katie’s. Couldn’t have been something easily attained at CVS. Nooooo. It had to be the one thing that will require me driving across town to pick up the kids after work, and then driving BACK across town (even further this time) to drop them off for their slumber party, at what I can only presume will be bedtime.

It sounds bad, and it sounds like I’m complaining. But let’s be real people…THREE nights where I only have to put myself to bed. And THREE mornings where I only have to remember to put MY pants on. Any chance to be home alone and not have to hide in the pantry to sneak myself candy is a win. It’s a price I guess, but it’s certainly within my budget.

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Face Palm

Being the mother of an [almost] four year old has got to be more entertaining than Stand Up Live. The kids go to an in-home day care, and the providers name is Katie. The other day after I had picked up the kids and we were driving home, Lilly says “Mom, Miss Katie told me to GO”. I asked her where Katie wanted her to “GO”, and she said “She told me to go play in the other room when she was talking on the phone!” [Note, she is saying this like it’s the worst thing anybody has ever told her to do. And that’s saying a lot, considering I tell her to wipe her own ass.]

I digress.

I respond with “Well did you listen to Miss Katie and leave her alone while she was on the phone?” And I quote: “No Mom, let’s not talk about it anymore. It was soooo bad”.

Where does she come up with this stuff? It’s a combination of her tone of voice, and the phrases she spits out. I just cant..

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For a little nugget that looks harmless, the girl sure can be a terror. Last night when I was loading the kids into the car in front of Katie’s house, Lilly said she peed in her shorts. I thought she meant right there as she was climbing into her car seat, so naturally I FLIP and ask why she didn’t go in the bathroom. She’s never had an accident! She proceeds to tell me she had just woken up from a nap [In Miss Katie’s bed], and peed while she was sleeping. Katie didn’t mention it to me, and since Lilly was still in her pee pants, I assumed she didn’t tell Katie. Turns out my hypothesis was correct…I asked Lil and she responded with “No way, YOU tell her. You call her right now and tell her on the phone that I peed in her bed, MOM!”

The kid sure isn’t short on sass.

M I A

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Life just has a way of throwing you to the wind sometimes. Blogging – ain’t nobody got time for that.

We moved, I got recruited for a better job, I had to travel during my first week of said “better job”, and when I got home, Lilly came down with Scarlet Fever. That’s right…SCARLET FEVER. I feel silly for thinking that didn’t even exsist anymore, but it does. Who knew..

It’s basically SUPER strep throat. Also, while her immune system was down in the dumps, another fun loving virus took over. Called Stomatitis. It causes huge open sores all over the inside of your mouth. The poor girl just couldn’t win! After about 4 days of not eating, and barely drinking…it was time to go to the hospital. They took good care of her, and she has now made a full recovery. [thank you baby Jesus]

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