What I envision...
I love my life.
I am sitting here... in the midst of my family... cracking up hysterically while watching them play hide-and-seek. One, two, three, four... ready or not, here I come! I believe the rules of the game have officially been changed... that, and the quirks of young children (namely: Chicky) playing hide-and-seek... well, it is one of those moments that makes you want to pick up your kids and smooch them til the cows come home.
One of my guilty little pleasures is oggling (is that a word?) over crafty, home design blogs. Some people are so freakin talented. I love crafty, do-it-yourself type projects... but I usually need to pull inspiration from somewhere.
I have a problem with meals. I mean... I have great intentions... I buy all the ingredients... but then let them go to waste in my pantry. Our days are busy and dinner time often becomes a grab-what-you-can meal... rather than that of a good home cooked meal. What I envision in my head is... "Please pass the potatoes. How was your day, dear? Don't forget to eat your vegetable. What happened at school today?"
Yeahhh ... haha.
But now... now is the time, dammit. I was scrolling through a blog that I follow... crafty girl... mom of a little boy with autism... we talk therapy... we talk IEPs... we talk inclusion... love that. And I came across a menu planner board... seriously the answer to my problems.
So I made me one.
Got me a cheap little framed cork board from Michaels... don't forget to use a coupon --> cheap. Picked up some scrapbook paper and found these little clothesline clips at Walmart --> freakin cute.
Bought me a can of brown spray paint... sprayed and rusticized (ok... that really is not a word) the frame, the clothesline clips and the thumb tacks. Found these recipe cards at Target years ago... they were meant for a bridal shower gift. Oops... guess that never happened.
Mounted my scrapbook paper on my cork board using acid free scrapbook glue. Went to my handy dandy computer... printed off some menu items and my days of the week... mounted them on acid free scrapbook paper... wa la.
There she blows... err something. I am thinking the wall is a bit bare... and perhaps I should have made it a wee bit bigger... but whatever... nothing some accent items can't take care of. I have a menu planner and we have had our sit-down-and-pass-the-potato-dinners almost every night so far.
Love that.
(tutorial here)
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We are anxious for warmer weather to settle in for the long haul... all the while taking advantage of the random sunshine that we have had. Our grass needs to green, our bushes need to bloom.
So... I am wondering... is it just my kids or are holes in the knees some sort of you know... new thing? Haha. Mason has holes in the knees of every pair of jeans he owns... literally.every.pair. And Nika... she has them too.
What on earth do my children do to their jeans? Momma gonna go broke replacing these things. On second thought... shorts are right around the corner... holes will have to do. I mean... they would just ruin the new jeans too, no?
Sigh.
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More to come on inclusion, IEPs, labels... I have to show you the girls' identification bracelets I got and bounce more ideas on those... oh, and my Valentine's giftthat I never posted about because I was in a funk over my failed FET cycle... it is coming... you know, in my spare time... oh, and a giveaway I need to get put up.
But for now... I need to go finish putting away my Christmas decorations... and my Valentine's decorations... and I need to do the dishes... and go through my kids clothes... and organize our storage area... and wash my dog... and decide on some new decor... and...
I am sitting here... in the midst of my family... cracking up hysterically while watching them play hide-and-seek. One, two, three, four... ready or not, here I come! I believe the rules of the game have officially been changed... that, and the quirks of young children (namely: Chicky) playing hide-and-seek... well, it is one of those moments that makes you want to pick up your kids and smooch them til the cows come home.
- Chicky counting... A, B, C, D... and turning me to ask, "Momma, where Daddy? Maymay? Where do?" (pronounced dough)
- Chicky seems to think that you are supposed to hide in the same place every.time.you.hide. Under the covers or behind a curtain... every.time... all the while thinking she is being just as tricky as the first time she hid there.
- When Chicky is hiding... and she hears the ready or not holler... she giggles. Hysterically. And she greets the seeker from her hiding place... "Hi Daddy!" Doesn't make for hard finding... but most certainly makes for lots of heart swells.
One of my guilty little pleasures is oggling (is that a word?) over crafty, home design blogs. Some people are so freakin talented. I love crafty, do-it-yourself type projects... but I usually need to pull inspiration from somewhere.
I have a problem with meals. I mean... I have great intentions... I buy all the ingredients... but then let them go to waste in my pantry. Our days are busy and dinner time often becomes a grab-what-you-can meal... rather than that of a good home cooked meal. What I envision in my head is... "Please pass the potatoes. How was your day, dear? Don't forget to eat your vegetable. What happened at school today?"
Yeahhh ... haha.
But now... now is the time, dammit. I was scrolling through a blog that I follow... crafty girl... mom of a little boy with autism... we talk therapy... we talk IEPs... we talk inclusion... love that. And I came across a menu planner board... seriously the answer to my problems.
So I made me one.
Got me a cheap little framed cork board from Michaels... don't forget to use a coupon --> cheap. Picked up some scrapbook paper and found these little clothesline clips at Walmart --> freakin cute.
Bought me a can of brown spray paint... sprayed and rusticized (ok... that really is not a word) the frame, the clothesline clips and the thumb tacks. Found these recipe cards at Target years ago... they were meant for a bridal shower gift. Oops... guess that never happened.
Mounted my scrapbook paper on my cork board using acid free scrapbook glue. Went to my handy dandy computer... printed off some menu items and my days of the week... mounted them on acid free scrapbook paper... wa la.
There she blows... err something. I am thinking the wall is a bit bare... and perhaps I should have made it a wee bit bigger... but whatever... nothing some accent items can't take care of. I have a menu planner and we have had our sit-down-and-pass-the-potato-dinners almost every night so far.
Love that.
(tutorial here)
::
We are anxious for warmer weather to settle in for the long haul... all the while taking advantage of the random sunshine that we have had. Our grass needs to green, our bushes need to bloom.
So... I am wondering... is it just my kids or are holes in the knees some sort of you know... new thing? Haha. Mason has holes in the knees of every pair of jeans he owns... literally.every.pair. And Nika... she has them too.
What on earth do my children do to their jeans? Momma gonna go broke replacing these things. On second thought... shorts are right around the corner... holes will have to do. I mean... they would just ruin the new jeans too, no?
Sigh.
::
More to come on inclusion, IEPs, labels... I have to show you the girls' identification bracelets I got and bounce more ideas on those... oh, and my Valentine's gift
But for now... I need to go finish putting away my Christmas decorations... and my Valentine's decorations... and I need to do the dishes... and go through my kids clothes... and organize our storage area... and wash my dog... and decide on some new decor... and...