Easy closet dividers
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| Get some craft foam (scrapbook paper would work, too) and trace circles that are at least four-ish inches in diameter. Look at me, with the fancy math words! |
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| Cut out the circles. Yes, I know those are two different shades of red. That’s what happens when you are using old scraps of craft foam. Don’t worry — I plan on putting them in different spots in the closet, so people won’t notice. Shhhh. |
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| Cut a slit into the middle of the circle … um, radius? Or something? I’m bad at geometry. |
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| Cut a circle in the middle of the foam-circle — big enough for a closet rod. You wait exact measurements? Uh … like an inch and a half? I don’t know. We’re centimetre people here in Canada. |
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| See! Circle within a circle, with a little slit leading to it! |
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| Now grab your favourite Sharpie* and write all of the categories out!
*No, Sharpie did not sponsor this post. But I wish they did. I freaking love them. |
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| D’s completed closet! |
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| Adorable, isn’t it? You wouldn’t think it was the same closet in which he has smeared poop on the walls … on several occassions … Sorry for that visual! |
How to make a ghetto toddler toy
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| Wash out an old sour cream or margarine container |
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| Hoard a ton of bread tags (or buttons, if you are fancy) |
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| Cut a slot in the top of the container |
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| Drop bread tags into the slot! So fun! (No, YOU’RE a total slot. Haha.) |
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| Fun, free toddler entertainment! |
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| Here is a covert shot I took in church of D playing with his new toy. He loved it! |
Quick update
Today’s myringotomy seemed to go well, and D is in excellent spirits!
The hospital warned us he would probably be tired and nauseated, but other than the first 30 minutes or so post-surgery, he’s been pretty much his usual self.
He ate Goldfish crackers and cheesies on the ride home, along with apple juice and a popsicle. He even ate a decent amount of rice and carrots at dinner. I’m SO glad he is doing well.
Longer post on the procedure is coming, for those of you whose kiddos might also be undergoing a myringotomy. All in all, I’m so relieved it’s over, and I’m so proud of my brave little toaster.
xoxo
Surgery day
We are about to go into the hospital for D’s ear surgery.
Nervous stomach is in full effect. He’s just so little. I’m starting to get freaked out. How am I going to leave him alone with doctors and nurses he doesn’t know?
Prayers and positive thoughts for our little D are appreciated!
The best day
Yesterday was my 29th birthday — hmmm, had better update the blog’s sidebar description to reflect that! — and it was pretty darn amazing.
It felt like the best birthday I’ve had in ages, and I think that is because of several reasons:
- I wasn’t stuck doing all of the monotonous everyday chores (diapers, dishes, cooking, laundry) that consume a LOT of time in my daily life
- I got to eat out at breakfast, lunch, and supper (VERY SPECIAL AND AWESOME)
- I got to go on a real date with Darling Husband (dinner and pool-playing)
- I got some very thoughtful, lovely, awesome presents that I REALLY wanted
- So many phone calls, texts, emails, tweets, and Facebook messages made me feel very special
I think as mothers — especially mothers of very young children — we are so accustomed to doing everything and BEING everything for everyone else, that we forget what it’s like to do or be anything just for ourselves.
I mean REALLY forget.
So when all of a sudden, there is a day when you are showered with gifts and attention, and people are telling you how much you deserve it, how hard you work, etc. you are … shocked. And it’s really wonderful, but just … so different! So nice! Wow, SO GREAT!
My birthday was exactly such a day, and it was a good reminder that I don’t (shouldn’t) need to go 364 days before feeling like that again.
I need to carve out more time for myself, and find little ways to capture that feeling of appreciated and deserving. Deserving of a cupcake, alone at naptime, or of taking an hour to paint my nails. Deserving of a thoroughly awesome date out with Darling Husband, where we can talk uninterrupted.
I deserve it.
My family deserves me at my best.
And I need days like this in order to BE at my best.
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| My delicious Black & White cupcake (thanks, Little Sis) that I ate during naptime, while watching delightfully trashy reality television shows about teenage moms. And then I painted cupcakes on my nails, and it was kind of the best thing ever! |
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