Well, for the most part …
We really know how to rock out …
We really go all out for Secret Santa …
Of course, there’s usually a few hiccups during the party …
The awards ceremony is a highlight every year.
This year we did a photo booth for the first time!
It’s a special time to put aside our work and celebrate together.
Because even though self-employment is hard sometimes, we wouldn’t give it up for anything. We’re exactly where we should be!
It’s almost that time. And by “that time,” I don’t mean Christmas specifically — I mean the time when your entire living room is a mess of empty cardboard boxes, wrapping paper, and those annoying styrofoam pieces.
Don’t despair, because I found a reeeeally fun use for cardboard boxes. The bigger, the better!
Hop over to my monthly DIY parenting column, This DIY House (which runs in Family Matters magazine, shameless plug, ahem) to see how to make COLLAPSIBLE cardboard box houses.
(The “collapsible” is key, because DEAR GOD NO ONE WANTS MORE LARGE TOYS IN THEIR HOME, amright?)
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’Twas the night before Christmas,
and parents were frazzled.
Preparing to make sure,
their children were dazzled.
With the Amazon boxes,
all piled by the door.
Free shipping was more tempting,
than the crowds at the store.
With snackies and sweats,
and some wine (just a twinge).
We had just settled in,
for a good Netflix binge.
I with my scissors,
and Dad with his tape.
Realized very quickly,
that we were in bad shape.
There were toys to assemble,
Triple-A batteries to find.
Boxes to be unfolded,
Tags to be signed!
Squinting at the German text,
of instructions disassembled.
How long can a fire station,
really take to assemble?
The pieces! There’s thousands!
My vision is swimming.
“We should have started this days ago!”
I cursed, my eyes brimming.
Continue reading the full poem in my weekly parenting column, The Mom Scene …
There once was a low console table that lived in the front hall of my mom’s house. It had a woollen hat and mittens on the drawers and three kids sledding across the top along with a few whimsical snowdrifts. It became one of those fixtures that you stopped seeing after a while, but it really was nice … in a very kitschy country way.
It went into storage earlier this year and I asked my mom if I could take it and redo it. No way, she told me, it’s hand-painted! I couldn’t just slap white paint on it and call it a day! (I do paint a lot of things white, so that was fair.)
But no! I said I’d give the hat-and-mitten thingy a lovely new home and I wouldn’t just “slap some white paint on it.” I would make it really, really awesome and it would have a brand-new life living somewhere in our house. It would be appreciated … albeit without the hat and mittens, of course.
When I finally got permission, I whisked the table home and picked out the perfect shade of Fusion Mineral Paint — a deep charcoal-y shade called “Ash.” It went on beautifully over the varnished finish (no sanding or priming required, hallelujah!) and barely needed a second coat. Once it dried, I rubbed it with a bit of Miss Mustard Seed’s Furniture Wax to give it a light sheen — and to protect it from child-sized smudges.
Continue reading in my weekly DIY column, My Handmade Home …