Peanuts for the next generation (review + giveaway)

I’ve written about my love for Put Me in The Story before (these were our first two books, and these were our second two books), because they are honestly just so great. 
I’ve bought these personalized books (without being paid or perked) as gifts for friends’ kids, and they’re always a hit because who DOESN’T like to see their name (or their kid’s name) in a BOOK? It’s the cutest! 
I’ve also told numerous grandparents about the site when they’ve complained about not knowing what to buy for their little grandchildren. because “they already have SO MANY TOYS.” Yep, I get it, mother-in-law-of-my-neighbour. 
Put Me in The Story reached out a few weeks ago and asked if I wanted to review their new Peanuts personalized stories. Um, yes please! I picked My First Peanuts: 123 – A Counting Adventure for our three-year-old daughter, since she’s understanding more about numbers these days.
I also picked My First Peanuts: ABC – An Alphabet Adventure for our five-year-old son. He’s on the high end of the age range for this book, but he’s very into spelling and attempting to read these days, so I knew he’d enjoy sounding out the words. 
(Side note: the other day he came home from school and said “Pumpkins can roll! R-O-L-L.” I just about died from pride, and now of course I quiz him every day about how to spell ‘roll.’ It’s very exciting.)

Back to the books, which arrived on the Purolator truck EXACTLY as I was writing this post so it was quite perfect …
There was a lot of squealing as the kids recognized their names on the covers!

I love that we can customize the dedication for each of them and include a recent photo. It’s thigns like this that will make the book so special to look back on when the kids are older. 

Our kids didn’t grow up with Charlie Brown and the crew like I did, so it’s fun to be able to introduce them to the characters before we see The Peanuts Movie in a couple of weeks. Maybe this will be the year we put on It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! 
(Can you believe that movie came out in 1996, when I was … oh God, I was 13. I’m officially a million years old. Anyway. Moving on.)

When I was taking this picture of C, I told her the book would help her with counting 1-10. She pointed to the 1-2-3 on the cover and said “One … Two … Ten!” Um, we have some work to do!

So … who likes a deal?
From today through Halloween (this Saturday), use the code “SNOOPY” to get $10 off any personalized Peanuts book — taking the price down to $19.99.
ALSO …

Enter to win a $30 Movie Gift Card so you & your family can see The Peanuts Movie!

Winner will be notified on November 2.

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The Most Dramatic Flu Shot Ever, and Why Older Kid Tantrums are the Absolute Worst

Just when you think you’ve moved into a comfortable stage of life when no one is likely to start shrieking in the mall or make a sudden pee-puddle on the floor of the grocery store, a whopping dose of parental embarrassment will smack you in the face.

At this point, I don’t think there is anything more mortifying or unexpected than The Older Kid Tantrum.

We were going for our annual family flu shot date last week, and it’s always gone pretty smoothly. Our doctor is friendly and everyone chats as we roll up our sleeves, and then we get the needles one after another — from oldest to youngest. The littles get to choose a treat on the way out, and then it’s done. No biggie.

This year, though, I was nervous it wasn’t going to be so easy. You see, our eldest had a major freak-out — and that’s an understatement — when I’d taken him to get his five-year needles in June …

Continue reading in my weekly parenting column, “The Mom Scene” …

Upholstered DIY headboard

Upholstered DIY headboard {Heather's Handmade Life}

If there’s one thing you should know about upholstery foam, it’s this — it’s crazy expensive. Like, honestly, it’s so much more expensive than you think.

I’d been wanting to make an upholstered headboard for years now, but every bed in our house had a headboard that was worth keeping. So when my sister moved into her new apartment in September, I pounced at the chance to make her something special.

I mean, her room needed it!

It’s quite fun to do a project on someone else’s dime, especially when the upholstery foam alone costs more than you’d spend on two restaurant dinners for your family of four.

We decided to make an extra-tall, super-plush headboard covered in textured charcoal grey fabric.

Once we’d picked up the supplies …

  • $30 on fabric
  • $50 on wood
  • A staggering $90 on five 24×24 pieces of three-inch foam

… Michael got to work building a simple frame. He constructed a plywood back that measured 52” wide and 48” high …

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DIY upholstered headboard

If there’s one thing you should know about upholstery foam, it’s this — it’s crazy expensive. Like, honestly, it’s so much more expensive than you think.

I’d been wanting to make an upholstered headboard for years now, but every bed in our house had a headboard that was worth keeping. So when my sister moved into her new apartment in September, I pounced at the chance to make her something special.

It’s quite fun to do a project on someone else’s dime, especially when the upholstery foam alone costs more than you’d spend on two restaurant dinners for your family of four.

We decided to make an extra-tall, super-plush headboard covered in textured charcoal grey fabric. Once we’d picked up the supplies ($30 on fabric, $50 on wood and a staggering $90 on five 24×24 pieces of three-inch foam), Michael got to work building a simple frame. He constructed a plywood back that measured 52” wide and 48” high, and then added removable 2×4 legs to make the finished headboard 60” tall.

When it was time to attach the squares of foam, I realized it would have been a good idea to make the headboard exactly the size of four squares. Alas, we did not do that. Oh well. I used a serrated bread knife to slice the fifth piece into slivers for the gaps. We secured the foam with a bit of contact cement so nothing shifted when we put on the fabric.

(Confession time: We actually had to purchase a second piece of fabric because the first piece wasn’t quite wide enough to wrap around the massive squares of foam. There may or may not have been a tired late-night adult tantrum.)

Upholstering a giant headboard is really no harder than tackling a little project, like a bench, except that it’s heavier and more awkward and … generally much more difficult.

Continue reading in my weekly DIY column, My Handmade Home …

Five enemies when you work from home

I love, love, love when people ask me where I work, and I tell them I work at home. Mostly because they all have a flash of surprise and say “Oh!” and then you see their eyes flicker a bit as they wonder if that explains the stained yoga pants and general lack of social skills.

There are a lot of misconceptions about working at home — so much time to clean the house! so much time to relax! — and I enjoy shattering those. Yes, working at home is awesome. But it’s also awful, too. It’s the best and worst of both worlds.

And, just like a colleague who brings fish to work and stinks up the office microwave, we have enemies, too …

1. Snacks. The kitchen is right there, and you’re not limited to a small drawer of office snacks or whatever you packed for lunch that day. The world (kitchen) is your oyster. I always seem to feel hungry when I’m working, and I don’t know if it’s boredom or distraction or reward or if I’m legit hungry? I’m hungry right now, as I type this. I’ll be hungry this afternoon. The only saving grace is that you can’t eat while you’re on a call, because crunching is rude.

2. Laundry. You’re either spending too much time on it or not enough time. I can’t seem to get this right, even though my desk is about 20 feet from my washer and dryer. I’m terrible about putting a load in the wash and forgetting about it completely until, like, the next day. I don’t think I’m any better at laundry than someone who works outside of the home, despite being THISCLOSE to it all day long, and it makes me feel guilty.

3. Personal calls. It feels like there is never a good time to make or take a personal call, because it feels like I’m always about to do an interview or waiting for an interview to call me back. Of course I have call-waiting — it’s not 1992 — but then there’s that annoying silence where the call cuts out and you can see on the phone screen that it’s the doctor or the repair guy returning your call and I CAN’T ANSWER YOU RIGHT NOW. Then they’re calling my cell, and I have to mute it, and it’s quite stressful. Don’t even get me started on voicemails.

4. The internet at large. I know some people who close their Facebook tab and refuse to allow themselves to browse anything that’s not work-related, but that’s … not me. When you work in a “real” office, you have to be cautious of colleagues/supervisors/boss-types catching a glimpse of what’s on your screen. When you’re home alone in a basement office, you can watch Drake videos while online shopping instead of working on that article that’s due soon. You intend to pop over to Thesaurus.com for a second and suddenly you’re typing U-S into the browser and USWeekly is automatically popping up. There is no one to stop you! But yourself! And basically you don’t want to stop yourself, so … 

5. Hobbies. My office is actually a craft room slash office, which means I’m literally sitting in the middle of hundreds of dollars of fabric, thread, paint, canvases, and clay that I cannot touch. It’s a problem. I go to stare off into space for a minute trying to think of a good line for something, and then it’s like Oh, I wish I was sewing right now. I could just paint something reallllly quickly, right? I don’t give in, because that would be dangerous (PAINT EVERYTHING! WRITE NOTHING! *hysterical giggle*) but I do look longingly at my supplies. I even keep my jars of glitter lined up under my main monitor, because I like looking at them even though they torture me.

Work-at-homers! (Not Homers) Tell me — what are your enemies?