When you kind of hate your child’s glasses
I knew the results of the eye exam before Dr. Lai said a word.
I’d never seen my daughter scrunch up her face that tightly. She pursed her lips and leaned forward, squinting hard at the screen like she was in a make-a-funny-face contest.
We’d known, going into All About Eyecare that morning, that glasses were a very real possibility. She’d been squinting at the TV and trying to put her face too close to the iPad. My husband and I had exchanged looks as we told her, for the thousandth time, to back up because she was hurting her eyes. Something was up.
So when Dr. Lai calmly announced we’d go to another room and dilate Charlotte’s eyes so she could determine her prescription, it was the moment we’d been waiting for — except I’d been waiting for a big dramatic announcement.
“You tell her,” I said. “She’ll be really excited. She’s wanted this.”
When Dr. Lai told her she’d be getting glasses, Charlotte’s face lit up like she’d been awarded her very own pony.
“Mom!” she squealed. “I get my glasses!”
“I know! I’m so excited!” I squealed back, hugging her like she’d gotten a medal. “I can’t wait to see which ones you pick out!”
Dr. Lai seemed surprised by my giddy reaction and told me so. Apparently, parents are often disappointed or annoyed when their child needs glasses, which makes it a negative experience for everyone.
“Oh, no. The glasses might be U-G-L-Y,” I spelled cheerfully as Charlotte joyfully skipped around. “I don’t L-O-V-E them on K-I-D-S. But I’m so excited.”
I wasn’t at all excited about the idea of a little pair of glasses. I was just being Super Happy Positive Mommy so that it was a big, exciting, wonderful day instead of a scary, strange day with eye drops that kind of hurt.
The next little while was a blur — a literal blur for poor Charlotte and her giant pupils — while we browsed the glasses selection and got her prescription. She tried on pair after pair in the mirror and I complimented her on each one.
Picking out glasses for a teeny tiny person is not easy. Everything seemed huge on her little face! The black ones were kind of hipster-cool, but they overpowered her features. She ended up choosing a mostly-pink pair for “every day” and a purple pair for “special occasions.”
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(Yes, glasses are expensive, but it’s strongly recommended that kids have two pairs in case one gets lost or broken. I thought about it for a second before deciding that made a lot of sense.)
We all celebrated Charlotte’s new glasses over lunch in the restaurant next door to the optometrist. Well, three of us celebrated. Our son was crying because he was jealous he had perfect eyesight and didn’t need glasses. (He only stopped when I hissed that glasses are actually annoying and that I’d take away his TV privileges if he ever told his sister I said that.)
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She was wearing them full time about a week later. We quickly learned to make sure a pair was safely tucked into my jewelry box at all times, in case the in-use pair was misplaced, but what took longer was adjusting to our daughter’s new look.
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It was strange to see her look so unlike herself. She didn’t look like our little girl anymore. She was like the funny-but-geeky character in a kids’ movie about summer camp or a ragtag baseball team. She was no longer a Matilda; she was the nerdy-cute bespeckled Lavender, the sidekick …
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Guest room in a box
I used to dream of having a dedicated guest room to decorate. It seemed like such a luxury to have a room that could be perpetually ready for a surprise round of company — already pristine with fresh linens and towels, and no last-minute rustling for a set of sheets.
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Our three-bedroom, four-person house means we don’t have a guest room — and maybe never will — so our visitors have to stay in our family room in the basement.
It’s a busy room with board games on the walls and toys from floor to ceiling. Not exactly the peaceful guest room I’d always wanted, but at least it has its own bathroom. Last year, we swapped the back-breaking pull-out couch for a DIY daybed that has a comfy pillow-top mattress, but we didn’t go any further.
Up until recently, my pre-guest routine was to run two floors up to the linen closet and load my arms with sheets, pillows, quilts, towels and facecloths. I couldn’t carry everything comfortably at once, and I’m a weird ‘One-trip! I can make it!’ person, so I’d literally throw most of it down the stairs. Then I’d pick it back up on the main level and throw it down the second set of stairs to the basement. Five-star service all the way, here.
Once I met up with the tangle of linens in the basement, I’d strip the grey fitted sheet off the daybed (which stays on when it’s a ‘couch’ with throw pillows) and make it up as a guest bed. Then I’d fold the towels that had been hurtled down two flights of stairs, stack them on the media cabinet and grab some hangers from the laundry room.
Once our company went home and I’d washed everything, I’d truck it all back upstairs to the linen closet until next time. I’d thought about storing it in the basement somewhere, but there wasn’t a good spot — and all of the linens should be in the linen closet, right?
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Everything changed when we re-did our daughter’s room and she no longer needed her smaller dresser.
I got the idea of turning it into a ‘guest-room-in-a-box’ that would store all of the guest linens and double as a spot for them to actually put their clothes away — what a concept for a dresser! …
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I took out the drawers, removed the old hardware, filled and sanded the holes, and painted it with two coats of the most luscious green (“Park Bench” by Fusion Mineral Paint). Instead of replacing the old hardware, I swapped it for beautiful white ceramic knobs from Phillips & Chestnut Victorian Salvage and Decor here in Truro.
Styling the little “guest room” was fun. I paired a neutral lamp with a burlap shade (both from thrift stores) and found a little ceramic rope-textured basket at Atlantic Fabrics to hold locally handmade toiletries — a delicious-smelling vanilla mint body butter and a lime verbena candle, both from Pearl & Daisy.
The WiFi password frame was something I’ve wanted to make for ages. I found a free printable on Pinterest and just edited the photo to add our network name and password. Our very first guest, the same day, spotted it right away and said “I was just about to ask you for that!”
Next to the dresser, I parked a large rattan basket that stores our guest towels. That way they’re easy to spot and they don’t take up room in the dresser that could be used for our guests’ clothes. I also added a smaller rattan basket with bottled water.
We may not have a real guest room, but I’m glad we now have a “guest-room-in-a-box” that keeps all of our guest linens handy for whenever we need them.
Maybe I’ll have to start putting mints on the pillows and sliding a room service menu under the door? Nah, I’ll settle for picking up the toys so our guests don’t step on anything on their way to the bathroom.
xo
Room sources:
Shiplap: Tutorial here
Media cabinet: Hutch was from a friend and we redid it. Details here.
Daybed: Tutorial here
Black, white and grey quilt: Handmade by me
Board game wall art: Tutorial here
Green paint for the dresser: Fusion Mineral Paint’s “Park Bench” from Phillips & Chestnut Victorian Salvage and Decor
Dresser: Hand-me-down
Lamp: Thrift store
Frame: Atlantic Fabrics
Ceramic faux-rope basket: Atlantic Fabrics
Free WiFi password printable: Pinterest (broken original source)
Candle: Lime Verbena from Pearl & Daisy Natural Soap Company
Body butter: Vanilla Mint from Pearl & Daisy Natural Soap Company
Hardware: My favourite white ceramic roses from Phillips & Chestnut Victorian Salvage and Decor
I’ve gone full von Trapp
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But this was the first time I turned curtains into pants!
Nowhere Man Pants, to be exact.
It was a total von Trapp moment.
And look how cute this little bedhead-ed man looks in his “curtains.”
(I also made the tee from this pattern, using an old adult-sized T-shirt, and the cardigan from one of my old sweaters.)
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Believe it or not, it was my first time making pants that weren’t leggings. (I make a LOT of leggings. For both kids. Except I sometimes call them “Sporty Pants for Active Boys” when D is concerned.)
I had one oopsie while I was sewing, but it was easily fixed with my trusty seam-ripper.
There are four pockets (double-stitched, even) and they’re so cute!
The lined pockets are my favourite part.
I’m pretty proud of my curtain-pants.
What’s next, I wonder? Throw pillows into sweaters? Turning the pelmet boxes into underwear, maybe?
I sniffed every Scentsy fragrance and I’ll tell you what they REALLY smell like
Our new neighbour sells Scentsy, which I’ve always wanted to try but somehow never made it to a party. I have hella-bad allergies to certain scents — deodorant with baby powder gives me a horrible headache, for example — so I knew I needed to sniff everything before ordering it.
Luckily, she has this cute little “borrow basket” so she brought it to the bus yesterday morning. It was like a million little lip glosses! Except not, as I kept reminding my daughter.
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We spent a very happy 45 minutes together, unscrewing the containers and sniffing them all to see which ones we liked. I’d share her favourites but she liked ALL OF THEM with the exception of anything that smelled like coffee, tea, blueberries, cheesecake or pistachios.
(She thought this was the best game EVER, so I highly recommend a borrow basket if you want to feel like an excellent parent for a morning.)
There were a lot that made me feel allergic (twitchy-nosed, to be precise) so I won’t harp on some of those scents. I did make up some pretty great nicknames for them, though. (“Uncomfortable Aunt You See Once a Year.” “Dentist Who Gets Too Close.” “Musky Elevator Stranger.”)
I selected a personal favourite Top 18, in the name of OCD, since they lined up in a nice little 3×6 grid.
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Are you ready for this?
SCENTSY SHOWDOWN: ROUND ONE
*ding ding!*
Lemon Verbena: Pioneer school-teacher I can’t tell if I like this one because of the name. Remember in Little House on the Prairie when Ms. Beadle used lemon verbena perfume and Laura loved the way she smelled? Yeah, I thought you might.
Lemon Sorbet: Lemons and ice water. To my uneducated nose, it smells like like Lemon Verbena. I don’t know. Lemon-y. Mostly I like that my house would smell clean even when it’s not.
Amazon Rain: Limes and clean clothes. Pleasant but I’m not obsessed with it.
Newborn Nursery: Johnson’s Baby Lotion. Delicious but could possibly make you want more babies. Should come with a warning label.
Sweet Pea & Vanilla: Fruit punch. It’s fine but I’m starting to really dislike the name. I hate peas of all types.
Paradise Punch: Fruit punch, the sequel. I don’t like fruit punch but this is a nice fresh smell.
Sunkissed Citrus: My hands when I volunteer at the school’s breakfast program. I get very sticky from cutting up oranges. I love this smell but would it remind me of early-morning manual labour?
Toffee Butter Crunch: Werther’s. My house would smell like a grandma’s pocket. Might not be a bad thing.
Sheer Woods: Pretty girl at a campfire. I like it but I’m not sure I want my house to smell like a girl named Kristin who’s hoping to kiss a boy in the woods.
Oodles of Orange: Orange Crush. Delicious. I love orange-y smells. But do I want the house smelling like orange pop? Possibly.
Cinnamon Vanilla. Baking. Way more cinnamon than vanilla which is nice.
Mystery Man: Sexy man. This could be a good fragrance for a bedroom. Rowrrrrr. (No! Stop! Dad’s probably reading this. Hi, Dad.)
Southern Sweet Tea: That stores in the mall that sell candles. I think I like the name of this one more than the smell. I like the idea of my house smelling like a southern plantation, not Pumpkin Village.
Apple Butter Frosting: A coffee shop. I don’t eat apple pie or apple cake or anything apple-y, but it does smell nice. More importantly, it doesn’t make me sneeze.
Lush Gardenia: The bosom of the woman who tightened my braces. She’d basically get me in a headlock every month at the orthodontist’s office and this reminds me of her. Also of the Mandy Moore song lyric “I’m the one who likes gardenias.” I like this one.
Just Breathe: Gain laundry detergent. Again, I’m really bad at identifying smells. But this one is awesomely good without being easy to pinpoint.
Clothesline: Dryer sheets. I like this one, too. It has that nice clean smell.
Mariposa Lily: Victoria’s Secret employee. My whole house would smell like Sales Associate Wearing Too Much Makeup.
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SCENTSY SHOWDOWN: ROUND TWO
This is getting intense. Using only my notes above, I’ve narrowed it down to five finalists …
1. Bosom of braces-tightener. (Lush Gardenia)
2. Dryer Sheets. (Clothesline)
3. Orange Crush pop. (Oodles of Orange)
4. Pioneer school-teacher. (Lemon Verbena)
5. Johnson’s baby lotion. (Newborn Nursery)
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SCENTSY SHOWDOWN: ROUND THREE
I guess it’s a matter of what I want my house to smell like, right?
Clearly we’ve established that I don’t like the really fruity or flowery smells (hello, allergies) and the baking smells are just too “regular.”
(I own exactly two candles at the moment and both are labeled “Sugar Cookie.” I need something NEW if I’m going to break into this whole Scentsy world.)
BUT WHAT SHOULD A HOUSE SMELL LIKE? I HAVE NO IDEA.
Should I get a warmer for the kitchen that smells like something food-related, though? Should I get ones for the bathrooms so they always have that just-cleaned smell? What about the living room? Don’t I want something relaxing so I actually sit down and STOP DOING THINGS? I fee like the orange smells would invigorate me and keep me buzzing around constantly.
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SCENTSY SHOWDOWN: WINNERS
Let’s put our hands together for our big winners, “Dryer Sheets” (Clothesline) and “Bosom of braces-tightener” (Lush Gardenia).
I’ve decided to get “Dryer Sheets” for the powder room to make it all fresh, clean, and company-ready at all times.
And “Bosom of braces-tightener” will go nicely in the kitchen, I think, providing it doesn’t give me acid flashbacks to being a nerdy 12-year-old with bad teeth.
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This post was NOT in any way sponsored by Scentsy. I don’t think they’d like me renaming their fragrances after orthodontic professionals, anyway.
Mom confession: I suck at buying boots
I think I’m a pretty good parent. But there’s one area in particular that I’m a complete failure — and it’s to do with my children’s boots.
I mean, they have boots. It’s not like they’re freezing in a pair of sneakers all winter. It’s just that I keep making the same three mistakes every single year.
The first mistake is that I cheap out. I can’t help it! Boots are expensive! I don’t cheap out on their snow pants and winter jackets, but for some reason I become a total miser when I have to buy tiny boots.
I’ve scoffed at $60 pairs of kids’ boots and been certain I could find a better deal. Most of the time, I’ve ended up buying boots in the clothing section of the grocery store. Sometimes they’re $20 and sometimes they’re $40, but they are never very good.
Last winter, I thought I was being smart by buying a more expensive pair for our son — I think they were $45 — with the plan to pass them down to his sister. I even smartly chose plain black instead of camo or royal blue (which would never match her pink and purple snowsuits).
But, of course, the boots are still junk and will be tossed at the end of this winter. We’re constantly taking the soaking-wet liners out to throw in the dryer, and now I’m reverting to the old “Sobeys-bag-over-your-socks” method of ’90s parents.
Cheap rubber boots, I’ve learned, are just as frustrating because the heels get little cracks that let in all of the water. A rain boot can be perfectly good except for the heel, and then you might as well send your kid out in a pair of Jellies (speaking of ’90s trends).
The second mistake I keep making is buying boots a size or two larger than my kids’ feet …
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