Homework
Housecleaning
Tickle fights
Swimming at the YMCA
Meal Planning
Laundry
Movie night
Etc.
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Monday, September 24, 2012
Twelve weeks of Christmas Crafting!
Yes I know it's only September but that doesn't mean I can't get started on all the Christmas sewing that I want to complete before the Holiday arrives!
I also know that it's actually 13 weeks before Christmas but I would love to finish a little ahead of time this year so I'm not scrambling to get stuff done before I get on an airplane. I think my husband would never speak to me again if I made him stop by Michael Levine Fabrics before going to the airport again. Last year there was the incident of missing buttons for a Christening gown. . .
All that said, here we go- My first ever tutorial for an easy Christmas gift or stocking stuffer. If you don't already have PUL you can get it at Joann's Fabrics. If you're like me and tend to go overboard when you start a new hobby, you probably have lots and lots or PUL and FOE laying around.
I also know that it's actually 13 weeks before Christmas but I would love to finish a little ahead of time this year so I'm not scrambling to get stuff done before I get on an airplane. I think my husband would never speak to me again if I made him stop by Michael Levine Fabrics before going to the airport again. Last year there was the incident of missing buttons for a Christening gown. . .
All that said, here we go- My first ever tutorial for an easy Christmas gift or stocking stuffer. If you don't already have PUL you can get it at Joann's Fabrics. If you're like me and tend to go overboard when you start a new hobby, you probably have lots and lots or PUL and FOE laying around.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Thank Heaven for Beer
Or otherwise titled "Jennifer and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day".
The Terrible
I awoke to a screaming Bear. Not just any scream but that terrible Uhnnnnhh, Uhnh, UHNNNH, UHNH UUUHHNNHHH, scream. The one that makes me want to tear my hair out, or my ears off, or anything PLEASE JUST STOP MAKING THAT NOISE!
But in light of the terrible screaming I was able to get him to take a nap. HOORAY!
The Horrible
He of course wakes up before I get a chance to shower. But that's okay because I've decided to go to Ikea and everyone knows you don't need to shower for Ikea. This was a horrible idea, not the not showering part, the Ikea part with a pissed off kid. Ah well hindsight is 20/20 right?
The urgency for my Ikea trip is my low cost kitchen re-do. I need specific shelves to finish it off and some extra pieces for my Besta cabinet. Pinterest did not help curb my urge to go to the flat pack mecca either. Pinterest is, if I'm being honest, also the reason I didn't shower today.
The first injury happened while measuring for said shelves. My newly sharpened chef's knife was in the dish drainer and while I was attempting to get a measurement of the space above my window while holding the screaming baby who was trying to get my tape measure. I brushed my hand up against said knife.
Ouch. Did I mention it was newly sharpened, like yesterday newly sharpened? Of course I cut myself on one of the most difficult places to bandage, that meaty part of your hand under your thumb.
Bandage on. Measurements taken. Screaming kid in the damn car. Hooray traffic and off to Burbank we go.
To discover they have discontinued the shelves I want and have no more in stock. Can I start whining like the Bear now? Because he was calm for all of ten minutes before the novelty of the pencil wore off. Not even food will calm him now and we're not done.
The No Good
A full on Bear tantrum has erupted. Screams, red face, flailing, rubber man, real tears, and disapproving strangers in the check out line. They can all just go forget themselves. I don't care anymore. I hate it as much as they do, maybe even more.
The attempt to load the car was even more awesome. How awesome? How about blind trip over the curb down on hands (right on the knife cut!)and shins awesome? With a screaming baby in the car for added enjoyment! Two good things- one I was not majorly hurt. Two someone actually stopped and asked if I was okay.
The Very Bad
Did I mention Covina has the shelves I want? I can call and ask to make sure they physically have them and it's not just a computer fluke.(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, infinity ha! Forty minutes on hold to be told no one can actually look for them!)
Forget it, I'll just drive out there and hope to not be disappointed.
Hooray they had them! Shelves acquired, Bear crisis averted with Ikea Kex Cookies, we head to get the Doodlebug from school.
After that it was just your normal everyone melts down before Daddy gets home from work kind of day. But tonight I needed that beer and the whiskey that's going to follow.
My kitchen is going to look freaking fantastic after all this!
The Terrible
I awoke to a screaming Bear. Not just any scream but that terrible Uhnnnnhh, Uhnh, UHNNNH, UHNH UUUHHNNHHH, scream. The one that makes me want to tear my hair out, or my ears off, or anything PLEASE JUST STOP MAKING THAT NOISE!
But in light of the terrible screaming I was able to get him to take a nap. HOORAY!
The Horrible
He of course wakes up before I get a chance to shower. But that's okay because I've decided to go to Ikea and everyone knows you don't need to shower for Ikea. This was a horrible idea, not the not showering part, the Ikea part with a pissed off kid. Ah well hindsight is 20/20 right?
The urgency for my Ikea trip is my low cost kitchen re-do. I need specific shelves to finish it off and some extra pieces for my Besta cabinet. Pinterest did not help curb my urge to go to the flat pack mecca either. Pinterest is, if I'm being honest, also the reason I didn't shower today.
The first injury happened while measuring for said shelves. My newly sharpened chef's knife was in the dish drainer and while I was attempting to get a measurement of the space above my window while holding the screaming baby who was trying to get my tape measure. I brushed my hand up against said knife.
Ouch. Did I mention it was newly sharpened, like yesterday newly sharpened? Of course I cut myself on one of the most difficult places to bandage, that meaty part of your hand under your thumb.
Bandage on. Measurements taken. Screaming kid in the damn car. Hooray traffic and off to Burbank we go.
To discover they have discontinued the shelves I want and have no more in stock. Can I start whining like the Bear now? Because he was calm for all of ten minutes before the novelty of the pencil wore off. Not even food will calm him now and we're not done.
The No Good
A full on Bear tantrum has erupted. Screams, red face, flailing, rubber man, real tears, and disapproving strangers in the check out line. They can all just go forget themselves. I don't care anymore. I hate it as much as they do, maybe even more.
The attempt to load the car was even more awesome. How awesome? How about blind trip over the curb down on hands (right on the knife cut!)and shins awesome? With a screaming baby in the car for added enjoyment! Two good things- one I was not majorly hurt. Two someone actually stopped and asked if I was okay.
The Very Bad
Did I mention Covina has the shelves I want? I can call and ask to make sure they physically have them and it's not just a computer fluke.(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, infinity ha! Forty minutes on hold to be told no one can actually look for them!)
Forget it, I'll just drive out there and hope to not be disappointed.
Hooray they had them! Shelves acquired, Bear crisis averted with Ikea Kex Cookies, we head to get the Doodlebug from school.
After that it was just your normal everyone melts down before Daddy gets home from work kind of day. But tonight I needed that beer and the whiskey that's going to follow.
My kitchen is going to look freaking fantastic after all this!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
When Legos Attack
We all know the perils of owning Legos.
The dangers lurking underfoot.
The money lost every time you hear the familiar clicking sound of another Lego getting sucked up even though you scoured the floor a hundred times before you started vacuuming.
But were you aware of the inhalation risk?
No? Neither were we until it happened.
Doodlebug is almost 4 years old and has been playing with Legos since he was 3 1/2 and he inherited, along with lots of other Legos, his father's vintage Lego commuter train set. He's of the age when things that are purposefully wrong are hysterically funny. His favorite joke is to call me Daddy and my husband Mommy. Oh the comedy.
I wasn't there when "the Lego incident" happened. I was playing with Bear in the living room, so I have to take my husband's word when he said it was "an accident" and Doodle was "totally shocked and surprised".
Since I wasn't there this is my quite possible but totally made up rendition of the events.
Doodle-"Hey Daddy, look at my boogey! Isn't that silly? Ha, ha, ha" deep breath, look of total shock, "uh-oh!"
Daddy-"Did that Lego just go up your NOSE! Hey Jenn. . . ."
We attempted at home extraction. It might have gone better if I hadn't kept laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Peter had a headlamp on and tweezers and I was stuck with the job of keeping Doodle's head still while Daddy went nose spelunking. Doodle kept pretty calm until he got poked by the sharp part of the tweezers and then he started to cry.
One quick call to the pediatric urgent care later, they were closing in thirty minutes and are thirty minutes away, the boys head off to Children's Hospital ER.
Evidently Legos up the nose are not a super urgent medical condition.
Two hours, a grape popsicle, a cool hospital bracelet, and a strict talking to about not putting things in your nose or ear, the offending Lego was extracted. All for the low, low, price of $150 just to walk in the door! The final bill has not yet arrived but I suspect we could have bought a lot more Legos with the money that will go to that bill.
The Offending Lego. Should I get it gold plated?
Ask Doodlebug now what goes in his nose and he'll answer with an emphatic "Nuffin!"
I wish that would keep his finger out of it in public places but that's another battle.
The dangers lurking underfoot.
The money lost every time you hear the familiar clicking sound of another Lego getting sucked up even though you scoured the floor a hundred times before you started vacuuming.
But were you aware of the inhalation risk?
No? Neither were we until it happened.
Doodlebug is almost 4 years old and has been playing with Legos since he was 3 1/2 and he inherited, along with lots of other Legos, his father's vintage Lego commuter train set. He's of the age when things that are purposefully wrong are hysterically funny. His favorite joke is to call me Daddy and my husband Mommy. Oh the comedy.
I wasn't there when "the Lego incident" happened. I was playing with Bear in the living room, so I have to take my husband's word when he said it was "an accident" and Doodle was "totally shocked and surprised".
Since I wasn't there this is my quite possible but totally made up rendition of the events.
Doodle-"Hey Daddy, look at my boogey! Isn't that silly? Ha, ha, ha" deep breath, look of total shock, "uh-oh!"
Daddy-"Did that Lego just go up your NOSE! Hey Jenn. . . ."
We attempted at home extraction. It might have gone better if I hadn't kept laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Peter had a headlamp on and tweezers and I was stuck with the job of keeping Doodle's head still while Daddy went nose spelunking. Doodle kept pretty calm until he got poked by the sharp part of the tweezers and then he started to cry.
One quick call to the pediatric urgent care later, they were closing in thirty minutes and are thirty minutes away, the boys head off to Children's Hospital ER.
Evidently Legos up the nose are not a super urgent medical condition.
Two hours, a grape popsicle, a cool hospital bracelet, and a strict talking to about not putting things in your nose or ear, the offending Lego was extracted. All for the low, low, price of $150 just to walk in the door! The final bill has not yet arrived but I suspect we could have bought a lot more Legos with the money that will go to that bill.
Ask Doodlebug now what goes in his nose and he'll answer with an emphatic "Nuffin!"
I wish that would keep his finger out of it in public places but that's another battle.
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