20 July 2012

Upcycling Adventure

An old Tank Top from Salvation Army

18 mth size dress, hemmed into a shirt

Pom-pom blanket

boy pixie hat

Monster hat

Felt bow


Bikini Onesie (if I made it again I would make the applique smaller because there is no stretch to get the onesie over the head or body. The onesie has a strap and back bum on the reverse side. OR use knit and zig-zag stitch)

Pom-pom blanket and matching headband (felt)

Old gray sweater into headband

Thrifted tank into bonnet

Same old sweater into bunting

Yarn given to me over a year ago...goes with the new apple crates I found (eek!)

Delved into my new amazing stash of 100% wool felt (thanks Courtenay for the tip)

Invasion of the Grouchies

I LOVE Everett long frog legs. He loves to sit hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees.

He he. Makes me laugh!
Wow. Double wow. Our kids are so grouchy this week. Amelia is sassy(er) than usual. Her mouth is constantly back talking. I made her a calm down jar today...a jar filled with water, a bit of glue, and glitter. She has to shake the jar and be quiet until the glitter settles to the bottom. I think the nerves of starting Kindergarten are ramping up her mouth.

I tried to potty train Phillip (again) on Monday. He cannot start going to preschool until he is potty trained. I picked up a super radical Lightening McQueen potty for him. It did not perk his interest, except to sit on it, push the button, and then pee on the carpet 5 minutes later. Zane and Morgan were over to play that day. He made three steaming piles in the basement...at three different times. I thought Zane was going to toss his cookies when he noticed the pile of poo sitting near Phillip's boots. I am glad he did NOT poop into his boots. He just does not care! I put him back in baby diapers a size (or two) too small. One day he will decide. I predict he will decide before he starts school. LOL. It is not worth the fight to get mad at him and punish him. He can do it when he wants. What does it really matter. At least the pee and poop are not scattered around my house. Little animal. I seriously want to dress him up as the Muppets Animal for Halloween. That or a cave man.

Everett is throwing mini tantrums today. He is not a happy camper. Yesterday we went to the lake again. Even the water was not enough to temper his woes. He tolerated the beach and water for a while but mostly just wanted to suck on his binky. His 12 mth shots must be catching up with him. Wednesday I noticed he popped out two more bottom teeth. One tooth is completely through but the other is cutting now. Poor kid. One of my favorite things about Everett is when I lay on the floor. He immediately drops everything and scoots over to me, then throws his body on my tummy. He climbs all over me. Nothing is better than chubby baby wrestling. Even then stringy drool is worth those kisses and snuggles. I miss those moment already!

Monday we worked on our 72 hour kits again. I decided we needed to make lists of what each pack contained. We listed out the items while listening to Bill Cosby. Brain Damage. He he. We need to add a couple essential items but pretty much the packs are current. I need Justin to assemble the items he wants to go with the 72 hour kits but are not packed. These items will go in a large plastic tote we can grab but are still accessible for easy use. We added some new books to our library: basic survival, basic medical skills, knot tying, SAS survival book, and the Country Living Encyclopedia. I want book form in the most likely event that the WWW is unavailable.

Tuesday I had a photo shoot with a cute little 2 year old girl. She was not about to wear the outfit her mom brought. Phew. She threw an awesome tantrum. I told mom to leave and let the girl pound on my floor. Once she stopped we had a good session. Wednesday I gave the floor a thorough sweep and mop job. While I mopped Master Phillip broke my expensive studio light bulbs ($45 per bulb). Then he took a broom and started smashing the bulbs in the can lights on the ceiling. My ears were smoking and red , steam leaked out of my ears. He is lucky to be alive. I spanked him, put him in time out...then snuggled him until he screamed for mercy. That kid is assuming quite the debt at an early age. Don't worry, Phillip, I just added the expenses to your growing tab.