Did you know that any of my animal hats would make the perfect costume for Halloween?
(Yes, I am already thinking about Halloween.)
Well, now you know!
I can't wait for some cool (but not cold) weather, colorful leaves falling from the trees, and the annual trip to the pumpkin patch! That is what is on my mind today. Every time I step outside intending to take the kids on a walk I am blasted with the thick, hot, North Carolina, summer air that still lingers...
Having a baby really causes you to sit back and slow down. Before Owen was born, I feel like I was just racing around trying to get every last detail in order. I wanted to do as many fun things with Ande as possible for his last few days as an "only child." I was straightening the house and doing the dishes after every meal. I didn't want to leave for the hospital with dirty dishes in the sink. And I took way more showers than usual, actually blow drying my hair, just so I wouldn't look too terrible in the hospital pictures (kinda funny how the day he was born was the only day in a week that I didn't end up doing my hair). It wasn't until yesterday that I realized how much I had been racing around. All of that fast motion probably kept me from noticing the last few moments alone with Ande that really mattered.
Now we are taking things slow, trying to figure out our "new normal life," and I've started to notice a lot of little things that really make me happy.
I love watching a yawning baby, and the smiley face Owen makes (even though I know he isn't "actually" smiling).
I love the feeling of a child completely relaxing into you as he falls asleep into your arms.
I love being able to sleep on my stomach again. Oh sweet relief!
I love being reminded how hilarious my husband is, and have enjoyed every extra minute that he has been able to spend home from work.
I loved spending the afternoon at home today just watching Ande and Curtis wrestle on the bed.
I love that Ande can finally sit on my lap again to read stories since my big belly is gone.
I love that we have a bunch of old pictures as the screen saver on our computer and I've been mesmerized by them as I sit on the bed feeding Owen several times each day. They bring back so many sweet memories of our wedding, and when Ande was a little baby. I can't believe how fast he is growing up.
I love watching Ande interact with Owen. For the most part he just goes about life as usual, without really noticing him.
But when he does stop to take a look,
He is so sweet and curious.
Can you tell I'm just full of love right now? How could I not be with a family like this?
Although, if you check back with me tomorrow, when Curtis goes back to work and I'm actually on my own with two kids, I might not be feeling so lovey. I'm quite scared actually. I'll let you know how it goes.
I'm not gonna lie, I haven't completely gotten over my grumpiness from Sunday. Luckily, I have Ande around who is pretty good at making me laugh. Just a minute ago, while lining up his cars (surprise, surprise), he said "Are you kidding me, Mommy?" I guess it's not that funny, until you remember that he is only 2. Oh, and there's also the fact that he has a hickey on his upper lip from drinking out of a water bottle this morning. These are the kind of things that make me chuckle.
Want a super easy wreath idea? I mean, this is ridiculously easy!
I am actually not the best wreath maker. Since becoming a home owner a little over a year ago, I have tried to make several and I am never satisfied with the outcome. They never turn out as amazing as the wreath's I stalk on other blogs or in catalogues. But, I happened to make one the other day that I am semi-pleased with.
I had a wire wreath frame that I had intended to use for a Christmas wreath, and never used it.
I then took about 2 - 2 1/2 inch strips of ribbons in different colors and simply tied them in knots around the wreath. That's it.
It only took me about 30 minutes and didn't require any sewing or hot gluing. That is the kind of project I like!
I do wish that I had made it a little fuller, maybe with longer ribbons, or by tying each ribbon in a bow perhaps. However, I'm still happy with the finished product. I also think it would look great with strips of fabric...burlap, or a really full fabric.
I used pink and white because that is the kind of ribbon that I had, but I just realized I should have used some sort of blue and brown or something. It looks like I'm celebrating having a baby girl instead of a baby boy. Oh well. I like the pink and white!
And here is a little sign that I made a long time ago and never posted about:
Curtis and I tend to buy a lot of stuff from Amazon. We are a little obsessed. He has a "prime" membership and so we get free 2 day shipping. I guess this little fact alone has pulled us into the world of online shopping. We buy diapers there, gadgets that we need (or don't need) for the house, etc. etc.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, the UPS guy always comes during nap time, and always rings the door bell.
If you know me at all, you already know that I am pretty crazy about babies and sleep.
I don't like when people wake them up from their naps!
So, I made this little sign, mostly for the UPS guy, to put by our door bell.
I bought the little chalk board at Michael's and painted the edge (not very well) white.
I ruffled up a long strip of fabric and hot glued it to the back.
I also hot glued a chain of yarn to with some buttons to hang it by.
Another easy little project.
I am liking how the wreath and the sign kind of match.
They have "prettied" up our tiny front porch a touch.
Our next front door/yard project is to do some landscaping in the area that we finally weeded.
Here's the thing... I appreciate your concern for me, but really, I'm ok. Let me just answer all of your questions right here.
No, being very pregnant in this heat doesn't bother me. I know you expect me to be sweating and constantly fanning myself, but it's really not that bad. The heat isn't any worse while pregnant as it is not pregnant.
Yes, I know I look like I am about ready to pop. You don't have to remind me!
I am 39 weeks along. I am having another boy. His name will be Owen. No, we still haven't decided on a middle name (yes, time is running out). Ande was early but I am due August 12. That is Friday. I still have a few more days. So no, I'm not in labor yet, don't get my hopes up!
I have no idea what Ande thinks. He knows that Baby Owen is in my stomach and he kisses it and talks to it, etc. etc. Honestly, I have no idea how he is going to react when Owen is actually here. How could he possibly imagine that a baby is going to come out of my body? I still have a hard time comprehending it.
I know how this must sound. I sound completely ungrateful for everyone that has been so nice and concerned about me. It's not you, it's me. I'm grumpy, and impatient. What I really need are questions about completely unrelated topics to take my mind off of the waiting. Feel free to bombard me with those kind of questions! Luckily, it will all be worth it in the end, once I'm holding a cute, cuddly, tiny little baby in my arms and our family of 3 becomes 4.
If you are still reading my rant, sorry, thank you, and I promise there will be more baby pictures than you can handle very soon,
And Finally, here are some Sunday morning snapshots...
"Mom! Stop snapping pictures of me during this very important episode of Pingu!"
Another documentation of a little boy's imagination. Anything can be a parking lot.
I am just blown away by people who re-fashion thrift store clothes into adorable, fashionable, wearable outfits. I would love to have this talent. How someone can see a frumpy, 80's style dress and imagine the stylish garment that it could be will always baffle me. Learning how to re-fashion clothes is still one of my goals. I haven't really started yet...I guess I'm waiting on a more normal sized body...but I plan to get started this fall. I have been trying to soak up every bit of advice I can from others.
This is going to be short and sweet. Why? Well, I am sleepy and I only have about 20 more minutes of peace and quiet nap time to snooze myself. I better get a move on!
My day usually begins with a huge hug from Ande as I get him out of his crib. We eat breakfast together and then spend most of the day playing with all of this:
We sometimes venture to the gym, the park, the mall, and definitely Target. This week, Ande had "preschool" (which is really just summer camp - but he thinks camp means tents, fires, etc) at the Y. He has loved every minute of it! I'm sad it is now over.
Occasionally, I have time to mess with all of this:
Yes, this is the actual pile of yarn and fabric laying on my bed this very minute. I am working on orders from my shop (the precious little Peanuts the Elephant hat for a elephant themed birthday party), the blanket I showed you the other day (that is slowly making progress), and a new truck blanket for Ande's bed (he picked out the fabric).
And last night, we took some time to set this up:
I've spent most of the day just staring at it. I am due a week from Friday but am already a few cm dilated according to yesterday's doctor visit. Now I am more anxious than ever to meet baby Owen! I am so happy, yet at the same time I'm feeling a little sad for Ande. He is generally a happy kid, but I can't help worrying that he will feel a little left out and abandoned. You people with several kids already probably think I'm just silly but I can't stop thinking about it! I just want to make sure both my kids feel equally loved and appreciated.
So the rest of the day will be spent getting the hospital bag ready (for whenever this thing happens!), walking, walking, walking, trying to stay cool, probably eating some ice cream at some point, and giving Ande more kisses and hugs than he can handle!
Oops...this wasn't quite as short and sweet as I anticipated. Now I only have about 10 minutes left to sleep... See ya!
This wasn't Ande's first bad dream, (the first being about somebody taking his blankie away), but I have never seen him so scared! I felt just awful for the little guy. Now I know how my parents must have felt when I was little and suffering from night terrors every night.
This just gets me thinking all about dreams and where the heck do our minds come up with these kinds of things? Ande woke up believing that there was actually a bug in his bed. He was terrified. I still have nights where I wake up shaking and have to take a few minutes to remind myself that it wasn't real. Why do our minds like to scare us like that? And then, sometimes our dreams are so lovely that we wake up wishing they were real.
Hi, my name is Lindsay! I am a wife, mother, crocheter and craft enthusiast. This is my little chronicle of all the things that I love: my boys, my yarn, and my hooks. I hope you feel the love too. Thanks for stopping by!