bullet point list from last week:

:  my camera battery sat on the charger all week... and I took no photos. 

:  I cooked, I cleaned, I grocery shopped...I did laundry.  This week was deep cleaning the kitchen.  Are you jealous??

:  I went to a meeting where I learned about all the cool places to eat... that I doubt we will ever go to.  Because - 1)  I stay at home and my husband is a resident (i.e., not exactly in the budget); and 2) I doubt that those places are too, er, highchair friendly; and 3) how do you go out for dinner with an infant and a toddler.  Seriously?  

:  I did our taxes.  boo. hiss.

:  It rained... I decided to skip mopping...

:  I am still behind on tivo'd episodes of my soap opera. grr...

:  my mother-in-law's house was broken into... I now am planning on increasing our insurance.  people, you should be aware that most policies "cap" certain categories... I have been educated.

:  Ethan was an adorable little stinker. 

:  I finished 2 more diapers and am now over half way done. 

:  by the way, these are the diapers - no elastic, shot elastic, and new elastic.  What a difference, huh??


:  I went to a birthday party for a friend.

:  I also had a grown-up date night.

:  I did my rodeo shift for junior league...  pregnant.  {luckily, I got to sell in a box!}

:  I finished another baby gift - 2 bibs and 2 burp rags.  cute, cute.





:  We had a very lazy Saturday.

Sorry so boring!  Better luck this week, right??

Miss Electrolux...

is BACK!!!! My very favorite quickie vacuum was recalled... and I sent her in, and she has been gone for a month. Today FedEx brought her back to me!



You can buy your very own Electrolux Ergorapido here... and then you will know why this made my day!  Ahh... chores and housework... so thrilling....

choo choo

Nana and Papa came to visit over the weekend... and Ethan had a blast.  If he were more articulate, I bet he would tell me that this was one of his weekend highlights... undivided attention and choo-choo trains...

more house, please????

Ethan builds houses.  Out of the blocks from Ikea.  They were a gift from his Grammy, but if you want to purchase some, they are only $7.99... they are his favorite thing right now.  {the lesson here is that kids like cheap toys!!}  He builds houses for his "little man" which is a fireman from Fisher Price's Little People.

Let me add that he wants us to help him with the houses, except we don't get to design them.  Really, he just wants us to watch him build.  He is SO SPECIFIC about the blocks used for the houses... I wish I could explain it better.  He has it all worked out in his little head...








And then he is so particular about the way that the blocks are put away... certain colors... all in the lines...



I know he looks forward to them everyday because when he wakes up... it is the second thing he asks for {the first is oatmeal - "more oatmeal, please"} which is why he's in his pj's in some of these photos...



ahhh... my little boy...

midweek sewing project

The summer before the last... back when little Ethan was actually a little baby, I went to the Parker County Peach Festival with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law... and five purchases were made {that I can remember...}

1. my mother-in-law bought a cool hat from one of those guys that dip in in water, you pick out the brim, etc., etc.   I thought it was cool but would have looked goofy on me... You know the kind of hats I am talking about??
2. sausages that were super yummy...
3. a pickled squash relish that I thought was the most delightful creation to ever be canned...
4. an overpriced oilcloth bib that was different than any I had ever seen...
5. peaches

Now, as delightful as that pickled squash relish was, I am not blogging about it today.  {although...hmm...maybe I should learn to make something similar...}

I am blogging about the bib.  It was $20ish {uh... too much for a bib!!} and adorable... Grammy got it for her house... which was great, because prior to the bib, Ethan was coming home from there quite stained up.  But if it were me buying the bib... I just didn't think I could do it... because it was oilcloth.  And when food hits an oilcloth bib... it just slides down...  this is something no one clued me in on before motherhood.  Oilcloth bib = clean shirt, stained pants

So later on, I borrowed the bib, and took it to my mother, because I wanted her to make me a bunch of them... with cotton and terry cloth.  I loved the design... wide shoulders and a snap!  And long!  So she made me a few, and then she made me some for gifts...

And then today, I decided... I can figure out this bib thing.  So I did.  And here it is.   A gift for a friend's sip and see this weekend.  It was really easy!  And fun!  And I made a matching burp cloth.  And I love-love-love these little cowpokes...





I think I know a little bundle of joy arriving soon in the Houston area that will need one of these... even though it will be a while until he is enjoying baby food!

new rug and other randomness

Last week my sweet husband bought me a new rug:

In this particular photo... it needs to be vacuumed :)



But doesn't it dress things up a bit more than this one did? {please excuse the adorable toddler having a major meltdown}



Sooo... the rug has inspired more vacuuming.  more cleaning over all really.  Isn't it funny that when you get something you really like it can kick you into gear to get things done??  Like, finishing polishing my silver.  And hanging cork board on the inside of my cabinets to streamline the junkiness of the fridge door... And I am curious - what do your fridge doors look like??  I feel like there must be a middle ground between stark nothing and total junk hodge podge {what we used to have}  You want to leave me a comment and let me know??

I am also attempting to sew new elastic in Ethan's FuzziBunz.  He has been in the same diaper size since he was 4 months old.  That is 20 months.  The elastic is not so, um, well... elastic.  And I am a newby seamstress.  And the step by step photo instructions on random blogs really aren't doing it for me.  I need HAND HOLDING.

I am telling myself that if I finish this project, I can then start my bag that I have the pattern + fabric for... I just can't start it with a good conscience until this project is done.  Because, right now we are using disposables and I feel incredibly guilty with each diaper change.  {If you are using disposables, I am in no way passing judgment on you... this is purely my hang up... I ALWAYS use disposables when going out because, really, isn't changing a diaper in a public place gross enough not to have to lug some nasty diaper home too??}

One more thing... I have a doctor's appointment in the morning, so, could everyone just cross your fingers that I pass the glucose test tomorrow??  I am 25 weeks...  And while you are crossing your fingers for me to pass my glucose test, could you also add that I not get scolded too harshly for my weight gain?  The Pioneer Woman cookbook is doing me no favors in the weight gain department.  Have you gotten yourself a copy of this wonderful book?  You should.  And then you should exercise.  Because it isn't low fat... 

Goodnight!  I think I will snuggle up with my seam ripper and work on a diaper repair for a little while...

GITDOWN!

So, after breakfast this morning I checked my email really quickly, and then made my to-do list... first on that list was laundry.  So I said to Mr. JuiceHead, "Ethan, do you want Mommy to turn on the t.v. while I start a load of laundry?" and then, I flipped on the tube, and Ethan was playing around with his favorite truck.  Still in pj's... 

So I gathered laundry and then started the load.  I was out of the room maybe 5 minutes - tops.  And then I turned the corner to see that my son had indeed decided that watching t.v. was just fine.  Except he wanted a better view.  A view from the coffee table.  So I had to grab my camera.  Snap a few photos, and then tell him to get down.



See, the thing is, he KNOWS that he is supposed to stay firmly planted on the floor, and that it is inappropriate to get on the coffee table.  We have even had a few instances lately where he halfway climbs up, and then screams at the top of his lungs {which, I promise, I never do!!} GET DOWN!!! Except it is more like one word, and "get" is definitely pronounced "git"

Thus, GITDOWN!!

So in this photo... he was telling me that he knew, he needed to get down.



And then, I made him get down.  Which prompted a meltdown.  It took him about a minute and a half to make a full recovery.  Silly boy.