I also scored at the dollar store with their plastic bins! Blue and green to match the room. I thought it would be difficult to combine the rooms- but it's working. I have craft projects to work on to baby it up- but it's started at least.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Working with what we have...
I love our cute little house more than anything, and I know how lucky we are to have it, but every once inawhile, I dream of a little more space- especially after Friday morning. I took the crib down and put it in the big kids room- and then rearranged the bunk beds, book case and dresser thing over and over again. I couldn't find anything that worked. The furniture just looked goofy everywhere I put it. So after sore arms and moving stuff I had no right to be moving- I stopped and gave up. I think where it all ended up was the best- it's what I had to work with and I think it will be fine.
I also scored at the dollar store with their plastic bins! Blue and green to match the room. I thought it would be difficult to combine the rooms- but it's working. I have craft projects to work on to baby it up- but it's started at least.
I also scored at the dollar store with their plastic bins! Blue and green to match the room. I thought it would be difficult to combine the rooms- but it's working. I have craft projects to work on to baby it up- but it's started at least.
Baby blankets...
I was so excited to shop for boy fabric this weekend! I adore girly fabric the most- but looking at blues, greens and browns was kind of fun! I had to stop myself, because I have a little tiny fabric addiction (that does not need to be addressed at this time!)
These are the 4 I picked up on Friday & last night!
These are the 4 I picked up on Friday & last night!
Baby Clothes...
After we found out it was a boy- the fun began! Like getting out 10 year old clothes when Tristin was a baby to see if anything would work for this little man. I quickly learned that yard sales were needed for 0-6 months. I was lucky to find 2 sales on Friday and the first one had exactly what I needed- newborn onesies & sleepers! Yeah! .25 & .50 baby!Love it!
Saying goodbye to the cousins...
Over the weekend, we drove to Oakley to say goodbye to Trav's sister, Ellen & the cousins. They are headed off to Florida in 2 weeks and we knew we had to go say goodbye. We stayed 1 night and all the kids did was play- it was great. We will miss you guys!!!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Pregnancy vent session...
Lets be honest, after yesterday's marathon of a day where I thought I could get up and going at 3:45 AM and conquor the world- I realized this old 32 year old pregnant body that weighs 300 pounds more- does not like being in motion that long. I literally crashed last night. It was one of those nights I knew the kids were up until 9:30 watching a movie, but I didn't even care. I was almost asleep and way too tired to get up and get them ready for bed. I just couldn't move. I was cemented in my bed exhausted. (Trav was out recharging the bug because our darling Willow played with my buttons and left my lights on!)
I've realized I hate pregnancy more than anything, and besides knowing there is a cute baby growing- there is nothing fun about this. I'm not sad that this will be our last child, (although knowing when Willow grows out of something, I will no longer see that item again- pulled at my heart a little yesterday. And realizing if I buy anything boy- it will only be worn a few minutes and then will quickly retire for no brothers to be passed down too, kinda made me sad as well)
I've realized my body is worn out already from carrying babies. It wants to be done with this "magical" part of life. It's endured 7 pregnancies and it's closing it's doors in awhile, and I'm okay with that.
I'm used to running all day long. I get 50,000 things done before noon- but lately, by 1:00- this old thing shuts down and forget about acomplishing anything else for a long, long time. Seriuosly, what is wrong with me? Where did the energy go? I hate going 30 miles a hour- when I'm used to 100. I'm a speeder, I move, I get things done- but not these days, and I'm getting really upset about it too.
I'm trying to embrace this stage in my life with a happy attitude, with a more grateful heart and a cheerful outlook- but let's face it- I'm not doing so hot.
I thank the Lord a million times for the ease in which we get pregnant, the ability to carry my babies and the chance to raise them and be their Mom. I know how many people struggle, so I don't mean to seem heartless, I just wonder why the Lord designed it this way- that's all!
Now, being the Mom part, is way better than the being pregnant part. You get to see cute 2 year old bums run down the hall way laughing all the way as you chase them, and listen to your 7 year old girl transform into a drama filled teenager right before your eyes and watch your almost 10 year old boy make dirt bombs and kill off an entire fleat of bad guys and stand amazed as your 5 year old runs the computer better than you do- it's the best and I love it!
Every once in awhile I stop and realize what I've been blessed with and my heart swells a million times in size. I just stand with tears falling down my face as I watch my babies all growing at different speeds and thank my Heavenly Father for what I was born to be- their Mom. I've gone in their room at night so often lately just to watch them sleeping and I can't explain it. I stood rubbing Tristin's forehead the other night when he woke up. He said, "mom, are you okay?" (He was probably startled as to why I was standing there in the dark like a freaky person touching his head) but it was just one of those Mom moments where love was overflowing and I had to be near him. I had to see him and I had to look at how grown up he had become. I was just overwhemled, and I constantly am. In good ways and bad ways. In ways I want to give up and in ways that make me feel impowered.
Motherhood is filled with about a thousand things a hour that makes you realize how lucky, how truly blessed you are and how even though it's impossible at times, there is nothing in this world that matches it.
There is no one other than Trav and I that will love them more (except the Lord) and I remind myself of that often. Our home is the safest place they have here on earth, and what am I doing everyday with my time to insure that safety? Oh, how I adore them...
... So in these months of pregnancy where I would rather cut off a body part than endure the awfulness- I remind myself that this little one, will indeed melt my heart just the same, so yes, it is all worth it in the end.
I've realized I hate pregnancy more than anything, and besides knowing there is a cute baby growing- there is nothing fun about this. I'm not sad that this will be our last child, (although knowing when Willow grows out of something, I will no longer see that item again- pulled at my heart a little yesterday. And realizing if I buy anything boy- it will only be worn a few minutes and then will quickly retire for no brothers to be passed down too, kinda made me sad as well)
I've realized my body is worn out already from carrying babies. It wants to be done with this "magical" part of life. It's endured 7 pregnancies and it's closing it's doors in awhile, and I'm okay with that.
I'm used to running all day long. I get 50,000 things done before noon- but lately, by 1:00- this old thing shuts down and forget about acomplishing anything else for a long, long time. Seriuosly, what is wrong with me? Where did the energy go? I hate going 30 miles a hour- when I'm used to 100. I'm a speeder, I move, I get things done- but not these days, and I'm getting really upset about it too.
I'm trying to embrace this stage in my life with a happy attitude, with a more grateful heart and a cheerful outlook- but let's face it- I'm not doing so hot.
I thank the Lord a million times for the ease in which we get pregnant, the ability to carry my babies and the chance to raise them and be their Mom. I know how many people struggle, so I don't mean to seem heartless, I just wonder why the Lord designed it this way- that's all!
Now, being the Mom part, is way better than the being pregnant part. You get to see cute 2 year old bums run down the hall way laughing all the way as you chase them, and listen to your 7 year old girl transform into a drama filled teenager right before your eyes and watch your almost 10 year old boy make dirt bombs and kill off an entire fleat of bad guys and stand amazed as your 5 year old runs the computer better than you do- it's the best and I love it!
Every once in awhile I stop and realize what I've been blessed with and my heart swells a million times in size. I just stand with tears falling down my face as I watch my babies all growing at different speeds and thank my Heavenly Father for what I was born to be- their Mom. I've gone in their room at night so often lately just to watch them sleeping and I can't explain it. I stood rubbing Tristin's forehead the other night when he woke up. He said, "mom, are you okay?" (He was probably startled as to why I was standing there in the dark like a freaky person touching his head) but it was just one of those Mom moments where love was overflowing and I had to be near him. I had to see him and I had to look at how grown up he had become. I was just overwhemled, and I constantly am. In good ways and bad ways. In ways I want to give up and in ways that make me feel impowered.
Motherhood is filled with about a thousand things a hour that makes you realize how lucky, how truly blessed you are and how even though it's impossible at times, there is nothing in this world that matches it.
There is no one other than Trav and I that will love them more (except the Lord) and I remind myself of that often. Our home is the safest place they have here on earth, and what am I doing everyday with my time to insure that safety? Oh, how I adore them...
... So in these months of pregnancy where I would rather cut off a body part than endure the awfulness- I remind myself that this little one, will indeed melt my heart just the same, so yes, it is all worth it in the end.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
It's a...
BOY!!!
If you look at the 2nd picture, there is no mistaking his "boy parts."
I dropped the girls off at G-ma's house and headed over to my appointment at 9:45. It was just me this time which was fine- by the 5th, I care, but it didn't matter too much that Trav wasn't there, they didn't have an afternoon app, so I had to take what I could get.
Everything went great, he looks healthy, all the organs look super and there are 5 toes at least on the foot that I saw! I couldn't stop smiling the rest of the app, I just kept thinking- another little man! But what will I do with him??? I know girls. I do pink. And flowers. But I guess I better figure out the boy thing before he gets here!
Organizing on a budget...
When we sold Grace's bed- we lost 3 valuable drawers that held A TON OF STUFF. I looked at Target for some cute bins, but knew $ 30.00- 40.00 was NOT in the budget, so I had to do some rearranging in the laundry room. I took out my cute canvas totes and put 4 of those under the bunk bed to hold: dress up clothes, Daisy's stuff, Grace's stuff & willow's stuff. It worked great- but then I needed something for the laundry room, so I looked at my wrapping stash and found a super close match, wrapped up some diaper & popcorn boxes and caled it good! I also picked up a few pink bins from the dollar store. And it only cost $ 4.00!
***So, for all your Spring cleaning & organizing projects- don't forget to wrap boxes instead of spending a fortune! (Cute labels are in the works!)
These are the canvas bins that were in the laundry room- but are now under the bed. (Yeah, the picture in bad- but the girls were sleeping when I took it)
Here are the wrapped boxes & dollar store bins.
***So, for all your Spring cleaning & organizing projects- don't forget to wrap boxes instead of spending a fortune! (Cute labels are in the works!)
These are the canvas bins that were in the laundry room- but are now under the bed. (Yeah, the picture in bad- but the girls were sleeping when I took it)
Here are the wrapped boxes & dollar store bins.
She looks good...
I haven't found anything on Daisy in forever now- please Lord, PLEASE let us be done!
We sold the bed...
When we bought bunk beds, i knew I would have to sell Grace's super cute bed that I bought years earlier at a yard sale. I hated to see it go- but it didn't look so cute anymore taking up the entire living room- so thanks to craigslist, it was sold by 8:15 AM!
What else do you do?
What else do you do when it's the morning of your ultrasound, your husband has to get up a hour early for overtime (at 3:45 AM!), heartburn has already set in, the wiggle worm has hicups, you lay there unable to go back to sleep, but you dread crawling out of bed at that insain hour???
... you do it anyway- and...
take a shower
do some laundry
and some dishes
hop online and look at pinterest
get back on your blog to post some pictures
contemplate getting back in bed
get the diaper bag ready & by the door
write thank you's
eat breakfast
then eat again
wish you were sleeping
but the dryer is too loud
and your daughter wakes up at 5:05 AM
and you completely surrender to the fact you will never sleep again.
... you do it anyway- and...
take a shower
do some laundry
and some dishes
hop online and look at pinterest
get back on your blog to post some pictures
contemplate getting back in bed
get the diaper bag ready & by the door
write thank you's
eat breakfast
then eat again
wish you were sleeping
but the dryer is too loud
and your daughter wakes up at 5:05 AM
and you completely surrender to the fact you will never sleep again.
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