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| Take a meter-ish of Christmas-y fabric and fold it so the two “good” sides are touching |
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| Grab a piece of contrasting fabric, and fold ‘er into FOUR sections (yes, four). |
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| Cut out a rough “top” of the stocking (keeping in mind there are four layers of fabric, not just two, because you’ll want your stocking top to be nice-looking on the inside, too). |
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| Pin your two sets of “tops” together, and sew along three sides. This sounds confusing, doesn’t it? It isn’t. Just make little purses out of them. |
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| See? That was easy. Turn the little purses inside out, so the non-stitched-shut side is on the bottom. |
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| Now you have two cute-looking stocking halves! You’re almost done! |
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| Pin the “bad” sides of the stocking together, making sure to pin a little scrap of folded ribbon into the corner so you can hang it up. |
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| Sew the two “bad” sides together, turn inside out, and TA-DA — stocking for C! |
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| Here’s my glittery name. Isn’t it awesome? |
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| My family of stockings. Yup, everyone else’s initials spell “DMC.” Because we’re cool that way. |
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Christmas fabric is totally on sale right now, so get yourself to a fabric store and make some personalized stockings. Easy, fun, and everyone will be very impressed with your craftiness. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about? … Wait, it’s not?
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| Take a meter-ish of Christmas-y fabric and fold it so the two “good” sides are touching |
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| Grab a piece of contrasting fabric, and fold ‘er into FOUR sections (yes, four). |
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| Cut out a rough “top” of the stocking (keeping in mind there are four layers of fabric, not just two, because you’ll want your stocking top to be nice-looking on the inside, too). |
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| Pin your two sets of “tops” together, and sew along three sides. This sounds confusing, doesn’t it? It isn’t. Just make little purses out of them. |
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| See? That was easy. Turn the little purses inside out, so the non-stitched-shut side is on the bottom. |
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| Now you have two cute-looking stocking halves! You’re almost done! |
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| Pin the “bad” sides of the stocking together, making sure to pin a little scrap of folded ribbon into the corner so you can hang it up. |
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| Sew the two “bad” sides together, turn inside out, and TA-DA — stocking for C! |
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| Here’s my glittery name. Isn’t it awesome? |
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| My family of stockings. Yup, everyone else’s initials spell “DMC.” Because we’re cool that way. |
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Christmas fabric is totally on sale right now, so get yourself to a fabric store and make some personalized stockings. Easy, fun, and everyone will be very impressed with your craftiness. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about? … Wait, it’s not?
Who knew a $3 piece of cardboard with crappy little chocolates inside could cause such a big fuss?!
Last year was D’s first experience with an advent calendar. He was 17/18 months at the time, and he was just pretty thrilled to get a chocolate every day. He cried at first when he realized he was only getting one, but he got over it quickly.
This year, D is 29 months old. On the first day, he happily ripped off the little cardboard door I pointed to, and pulled out his chocolate square. Then when I started to put the calendar back, he lost it.
That tantrum was epic. It was 12 minutes long!
He alternated screaming “Up dere! Up dere!” (pointing to the top of the hutch, where I’d stashed the calendars) and “Choc-it! Choc-it!” along with “Can-der! Can-der!” (calendar). Putting him in time-out didn’t even slow him down.
Eventually, his tears faded away, but we’ve had a smaller-scale repeat every morning since. Merry Christmas to me, huh?
He’s even getting creative about it. Today, he started asking for “robot can-der” (Darling Husband’s calendar is a Star Wars theme with one of those white Storm Trooper — I can’t believe I know that –things on the front).
He insisted on bringing Daddy his “can-der” and *surprise, surprise* Darling Husband gave him the chocolate, because he doesn’t care about such (AWESOME) things.
So now I’m worried that tomorrow he’s not only going to freak out over his own “can-der,” but now freak out over Darling Husband’s “can-der,” too!
I think next year I’m making a homemade advent calendar that ONLY has that day’s prizes in it. Then we won’t have to deal with this multi-door advent calendar drama.
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Do you use advent calendars in your family? What kind works best for toddlers?
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| Behold! The toy wall! |
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| Darling Husband repurposed our old entertainment unit, bolted it to the wall, and we added zillions of clear bins that we already owned (I have a bin fetish) |
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| I made the labels by glueing yellow scrapbook paper to blue scrapbook paper, and writing on them with a black Sharpie. Simple, simple, simple! |
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| We got those two LiteBrites at a yard sale, and we love them! |
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| Finally, a spot where Darling Husband can always find his precious headphones (and they’re safe from the kiddies) |
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| My friend A laughed at my “broken toys” bin, but we need it! D is always breaking little pieces off his cars, so I need a spot to stash them until I can glue them back on. |
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| I love that we can store all of our BIG toys out of the way (well, most of them) |
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| I got so sick of picking up D’s sports equipment, and it didn’t fit into any of our storage bins. So I used one of our laundry hampers from Walmart. Perfect for bats and golf clubs! |
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| We left this spot on the shelves for a cozy quilt, so we can cuddle up on the couch. |
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| The movies live in the other cabinet (and Elmo, because D decided it was his house) |
I don’t know about you guys, but LABELS + STORAGE BINS = LOVE! This was a project that didn’t cost a single cent, but it’s made a HUGE difference to my enjoyment of the basement.
Thank you, Darling Husband, for your help with this! Organization is my happy place, and I love you for understanding that!
xoxoxo
I celebrated a very special milestone earlier this week, when I tried on — and purchased! — jeans that were sized in the single-digits. For someone who has been a 10, 12, or even a 14 for as long as I can remember (i.e. high school), this was kind of HUGELY AWESOME.
(So awesome that I tried taking pictures of my ass in the dressing room mirror, but got annoyed because the lighting wasn’t great. MY ASS, FOR POSTERITY!)
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| Single-digits! J-J-J-Jeggingsssss! |
So I thought I owed you guys a little update on how this whole weight-loss thing has been going. Ready? Here we go!
As you may remember, I joined Weight Watchers six weeks after C was born. I lost 23.5 lbs. in the six weeks immediately after having her, but I knew I wanted help losing the rest of my pregnancy weight, plus more. Ideally, I wanted to get to about 25 lbs. below my pre-babies weight, which would put me squarely in the “healthy” BMI range.
As of Sunday’s weigh-in, I’m down 56 lbs. total since having my daughter in April (32.5 lbs on the Weight Watchers program, plus 23.5 lbs. before starting the program). But I actually weighed myself yesterday, and I was down another two, for a total of 58 lbs. Although it could be back up on Sunday — you never know!
I’m really, really proud of myself, and it’s been a lot easier than I ever imagined. The first few weeks were tough, as I adjusted to eating healthier, not eating out as often (I’m a huge fast-food lover), and eating smaller portions. But now, it honestly feels like second nature.
I must admit that I’m not a very good Weight Watchers “user” in the sense that I haven’t tracked my daily points in about two months. I was diligent about it in the beginning, but now I seem to have figured out how many points are in things, and can go through the day and stay within my limit automatically. Some days, I may not be eating all of my points, so I really should be better about this — especially since I’m breastfeeding.
Here are some of the little diet changes I’ve made in my day-to-day life that I don’t even notice anymore:
So tell me — am I the only one who takes photos of their own butt, and puts them on the interwebz? I am, right? Damn.