Friday, August 28, 2009

Movin on Up

So things here have been totally crazy. We move into our new house this weekend and so I am now trying to pack and move by myself and all three kiddos. The Yimmy does some when he gets out of work, but at that point, I just want him to take the kids so I can take a bath. It's getting there. I really like our new house. It was built in the 40's so it is full of charm. There is unfortunately carpet nearly everywhere. Stinkers bedroom/nursery has hardwood floors that are original though. However, it's also like a sickening powder pink gloss paint. So maybe at one time that was all the rage, but that time is long gone. His room will be painted asap. It's a pretty tiny room, but really, he's a tiny person so it's all good.

Thing 1 and thing 2 just love the new house. We have a great big backyard with two greenhouses, a garden, and a huge deck. They spent like an hour doing cartwheels in the grass the other day. It's a real family house, so I can't wait to get moved in.

I haven't done much sewing lately at all. I did a bit of organizing and salvaging of odds and ends off of old items before they hit the trash pile. The girls old cheese bookbags went to the garbage pail without their zippers or strap buckles. There really wasn't anything else on them worth keeping. I guess that's what you get for Toys'R'Us clearance bin vinyl backpacks. What can I say, it was last minute and they were all of $6 for both.

I have been packing up my fabric into bins to get it moved into the new house. YIKES!!! Where the hell did this all come from? Seriously, there is fabric in there that I am sure I have never seen. I don't think I had any kind of head accident that would have resulted in amnesia of my stash, but I suppose it is possible. I feel like I should be on the A&E show "hoarders". Okay, so maybe I'm not that bad. I mean I only hoard fabric and supplies, not like I hoard feral cats or mayo or anything, but still, now that it was all rounded up in one spot, it's ridiculous.

SO... Keep an eye out for a stash busting giveaway. Details are on the way, look for them next week. I promise to make it juicy!

Oh yeah, I ordered a darling little necklace for Grandma Millie (my mom, Stinker's Grandma) from LuluMcCleary . I can't wait to get it in. Let's just say it will be a teary Christmas for Grandma Millie! Here are the two pics I chose for the pendant and I will post pics of the finished product when it arrives.

Stinker at 1 week old

Stinker at 3 1/2 months old

Isn't he adorable?



Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lack of sleep makes folks delirious

At what age are babies decide that sleeping more than 4 hours at a time is something that they may want to try out? Seriously, it's been almost 4 months, and still Stinker wakes up to eat every few hours at night. Is he actually that hungry, or does he just want to cuddle up next to me? I love having him close by, but sometimes it's nice to have the whole bed to myself.

Since he was born, I have had these ideas of all the things I wanted to get done. The scoreboard: ideas-way to many to count, actually completed-maybe one. I don't know if it is the lingering effects of all the drugs they gave me before my c-section or what, but I feel like I have way too many ideas and not nearly enough time or patience to get them finished.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

There's a new cat in town

So it is offical, we just signed a year lease on a sweet little 50's gem. Pictures will be posted shortly, but The Yimmy forgot to snap some shots when going to pay the deposit, so they will be a bit delayed. Think June Clever prancing around her kitchen checking her cupboards for the ingredients for dinner. There, that's it. That's pretty much the whole look of the house.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 are super excited to be moving. They will still be sharing a bedroom, but there will be more space for all of us. Stinker Linker has no clue what is going on, so I have a doubt that it will affect him at all, other than he no longer has to sleep in our closet. I have a feeling that with all this packing going on, there will be a sharp decline in my sewing time.

Rupert and Panther will now have a lush jungle like greenhouse to lounge in. I think the bunnies will be spending a lot of time in there too!

In honor of the new digs, anyone that reads my blog gets a discount code for my etsy shop, good for 50% off of any one item and it expires 09/30/2009.

The code is: Meowskers Wowskers.
Feel free to copy and paste that when visiting my shop. Why meowskers wowskers you ask? Why not?


Wednesday, August 19, 2009


So things here have been hectic to say the least. The girls started school on Monday and of course most of my time has been spent making last minute school things. Remind me why a 3rd grader needs a baby blue zebra satin lunchbag. It is pretty darn swanky though.
It is lined entirely in lavender polyester from a pair of granny pants. Not too bad huh? Quite a stylish way to carry milk and a PBandJ sandwhich to school.
Today me and the Stinker went for a walk around our neighborhood. It was pretty chilly, but at least the clouds parted and the skies dried up for a while. Like always, he fell asleep before we even left the driveway. I ended up talking to myself, not because I'm crazy, but I didn't realize he blew me off for a nap. I did get to pick some fresh tart cranberries. I can't wait to pick some more so I can make chutney. I use this great recipe from the Ball book of canning. It's heavenly to say the least.
I also saw Thing 2's teacher from last year at the post office. Apparently she is a bit "clingy" with her teacher this year. She's in 3rd grade now but still hasn't figured out that people need their personal space. She likes to hug. A lot. Seriously, it's a bit much. It's great that's she's loving, but we are working on the whole "not everyone likes to be touched and hugged". P.S. I am one of those people. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm an only child and value my space. Or maybe I just find it weird. I am more than comfortable telling all the kiddos that I love them, but hugs? I just don't get it. Can someone explain to me the allure of hugging? I guess it's just not my thing.