a mess of springtime random. ready set go.
i was inspiredly (a real word?) gaga over this coat stand. and then immediately reduced to fits of laughter over its $219 price tag. that kind of oppression makes me madder than the stamp act, i say!
so i decided to make my own version (ana white with the assist, as usual). and by that i mean, "get jesse to build us one."
total cost: $9 (with lots of paint leftover).
if loving this is wrong, i dont want to be right
we had our first
meal side dish from the garden. the spinach was getting so big that the leaves were growing into un-spinachy shapes so i harvested those beasts before they could flower or turn into a tree or whatever spinach does unattended in the wild.
it was good. a little scary at first to be like "this was in dirt out back and now it goes in my mouth." but then i realized i am an american who has never thought about where who food really comes from. duh, crackhead, all your food comes from dirt...probably dirtier dirt than out back.
it might have been wishful thinking but it legitimately tasted greener than the store bought stuff.
i just snipped off the leaves and left the stem bundle. was that right? or did i just decapitate my spinach terminally?
got a mess of gorgeous fabric for this season's run of big mommy beach bags (make one yourself from my tutorial or grab one from my etsy) and have NOT been disappointed by the demand. holy moly, i have made about 20 of these in the past month. get your beach on, folk!
this tiny man is only going to be 3 for a few more weeks. he continues to be super fun and extra weird (which, if you know me well, is how i prefer kids). his latest idiosyncrasy is putting a little calling card on any artwork or schoolwork that he does.
regardless of the subject of the picture or craft (otters, the zoo, yo-yo's, his name practice sheet) you will always find one of these on the back.
he is the rainbow raider! his teachers say that if its time for carpet time and he hasnt finished all ROYGBV lines (no one tell him about indigo, it will crush him as he is fixated on 6 colors) of his callsign, he will be adamant that he is not coming until his rainbow is complete.
and heaven forbid you try to draw a rainbow around the child and you want to include pink or brown or black or gray in it. THOSE ARENT RAINBOW, YOU FOOL!!!
i love his love for color and for leaving a little logo on everything he does.
on saturday night judah and this sweet baby thing hung out at their grand parents house so we could have a date night (truth: amazing grandparents are worth their weight in gold). they stayed up late bc thats what you do at grandparents' house. we picked them up at about 10 that night and put them straight to be when we got home. i turned off their night light so that they would have uber-dark and hopefully stay asleep longer.
at 2:30 am judah came SCREAMING crying into our room. we jolted awake and realized layla was screaming crying back in their room.
we run in and flip on the light and there is blood EVERYWHERE. definitely more of my kids blood than i have ever seen before combined. we start asking them questions and trying to figure out who is hurt and what is happening.
turns out layla had busted her lip BAD. like almost bit all the way through it. it was HUGE and swollen and ragged and just gruesome. and it was all my fault! she had gone to get out of her bed (about 2.5 feet off the ground) and since it was dark (because mommy is an evil light-extinguishing genius) she hadnt seen that their step stool was right there and so she hopped down, jacking her chin on it and making her bite her top lip.
oh so much guilt.
i was so proud of judah for coming to get us but also hated myself even more for making her wait in dark, bloody terror because we didnt hear her. also: hello?!?! making him climb down the rock wall in pitch black?!?! STUPID. so yes. never ever ever ever will i turn off their night light again. sheesh.
thankfully it stopped bleeding right away and was not a complete puncture. after a popsicle and some snuggles she was back in bed (de-crime scened) and no worse for the wear on sunday (besides not enjoying salty things).
she looks like we took her for a little collagen tune-up at the plastic surgeons.
never a dull moment. brought to you by: life.