Auntie-Made, Cousin-Approved

Nobody calls me "Auntie," but it sounded better than "Auntmade." And I did finish making something for Baby What's-His-Name. Maybe he'll call me "Auntie," but it's gonna be at his own risk.

No pastel green or baby blues around here and deliciously soft. I know this little man will have baby blankets coming out his ears by the time he gets here. The first one always does (Although technically, if he DOES have blankets coming out his ears when he gets here that may be a cause for concern.) But we've been testing THIS one out for, you know, safety and usefulness. It appears to be both safe and useful.

And, you know, happyish.

Safe, useful and happyish really do seal the deal on a proper baby blanket, don't they?

Paint With Me Thursday-Spring

I am surprised at how fulfilling it was to get out a box of pastels I've had since college, look around me and make a picture. Really, truly, thank you Heather for "making" me do this.

If you're interested in challenging your artsy side once a week, check out the Paint With Me Challenge over at Simply Feather. If you just want to see what the word "Spring" inspired in some other would-be-artists check out today's post.

Happiness in a Can

Happy Colors all thanks to the reject shelf at Home Depot. Who can say no to 5 dollar gallons? So what if I don't currently have plans for cantaloupe orange paint? Makes me smile anyway.

Wordless Wednesday- March Moon

MOANday

I'm going on my fifth day here alone with three sick and recovering sick children. My weekend completely alone didn't happen, since we didn't want to send the nasty sickness to the Grands and Great-Grand. So my accomplishment goals just had to be shifted. Instead of having a girls' night, I fought with Tate over nasty antibiotics for his ear infections. Not a pretty picture I tell you. Bad little boy moment, bad Mama moment. Instead of working whenever I wanted, I painted and planned and knitted after the kids went to bed. Instead of cutting quilt pieces, I cut hair.

And now it's Monday.

Calvin's sleep is ridiculously messed up from the time change. Yeah, it's my 7 year old that can't sleep, not the baby. I've been informed this morning by the dentist that Ellerie's bite is even more messed up than it was 6 months ago and and I really DO need to ditch the pacifier. Which I knew, but have been putting off because I know it will be hard. I did get some things done, but instead of feeling energized and motivated by it, I feel sort of defeated by all that is on my to-do list. Oh, the cold and gloomy day isn't helping. I keep telling myself that Mike will be home in a couple of hours and then all will be right with the world.

Except that darn paci.

Get Your Art On

So, let's face it, if we like to be creative in ANY capacity we've got an artist inside somewhere. If you'd like to give that side of you a little nudge, go over and visit Simply Feather. She rocks.

As you can see, I didn't do a dang thing with it this week; just put my kiddos to work. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to. So, Really. Go get your art on.

Or, at least peek in on anyone who did.

Quick Happy Fix

So, I've been really sick of all the brown and gray around here. And we've been FINALLY seeing the sun outside and it's lovely; it really is. Of course, it's also been showing me all the dirt and the scuffed spots on the walls and, in this case, the giant tears in the top of my **ahem** high quality pleather ottoman. Note to self: whenever the itch to buy something new strikes, remember how easily the kids rammed pencils into the top of this inexpensive, but store- purchased, ottoman.

So, whilst chatting it up with my wonder-twin (really, we've got some pretty odd things in common) over at Simply Feather, and discussing how very like dating making a new friend as an adult woman is and what we've done to trick our babies into keeping their diapers on (It was deep I tell you. Deep.), I whipped up a happy fix for the holes and added a little room joy in the process.

Isn't it fab?

The $2.50 orange shoes from SA didn't hurt either.