So this post has zero rhyme or reason to it….just a bunch of random things. I’m feeling a little random this week so it matches my mood I suppose. I’m including a bunch of links today too….for those not familiar with links, if you click on the red words they will take you to another site/post.
My dad built Chris and I this bed a few years ago. Genius me painted my room brown and the bed totally blends in with the walls. So now several years later I am getting around to decorating my bedroom. I have never had such a hard time deciding on a paint color. It has been ridiculous actually. In the midst of my walls looking like this I got a Facebook message from a friend asking me if I could help her decide on a paint color. Yeah, I told her she asked the wrong person! If you are curious what I finally chose – “muslin”. In other words, after all that I chose off-white….and that is why no sane person would ever ask my help in decorating!
So last week I came home from running around with a friend. I had 1 hour to get little ones to take a nap before a preschool Christmas performance. Once they laid down I realized I was supposed to take a food ‘representing my son’s heritage’ to his preschool show. Great. 1 hour. I found a sugar cookie mix that I had planned on using to make Betty Crocker’s Biscotti. I made it quickly, got it in the oven…then read it would take nearly an hour and half to complete. So the ‘biscotti’ got cooked once instead of twice and became crunchy cookie squares. I threw an Elle’s Studio tag on it and called it good. The way I see it….it is a great representation of my son’s heritage….some diy mixed with improv and chocolate.
P.S. – the cookie squares were devored at the school and I heard several moms comment how good they were. So…try that recipe either the orginial way or just cook it the first round and cut into squares.
P.P.S. – Once the performance started I realized I sent my son to school with a pair of pants 2 sizes too big. He spent the majority of the show pulling up his pants. Nice job, Ashley. (my son is on the right…the one time his hands were in the air)
Basketball practice has started. This is his ‘I’m serious about sports” face.
My dear friend is also his homeroom mom. For their class Christmas party she had the kids make Blessed to Bless bags. So much better than a craft he’d just throw away when he got home. I love that he and his friends got to make them together.
I finally made FireCracker another Cateye Glasses shirt. She had outgrown the onesie a while back. In the process of making it used paint for the ‘beads’ and squirted too hard in one spot. That spot became a bow. I’m not crazy about the bow, but it works for now. I’ll make her a short sleeved version in the spring.
My friend’s daughter turned one. She stopped by to visit and I got to pretend to be a professional photographer again. Cutie. Check out that pointed toe!
Our Christmas tree was beautiful in the field when we cut it down. Once at home it was beautiful until I started messing with it. No one wanted to decorate it with me. I got grumpy about that so I decided to do whatever I wanted to with it…since no one else cared. I didn’t put any of our ‘crafty’ ornaments on it. I’m pretty sure I had been on too many blogs of artsy girls that don’t have kids yet. I saw too many perfectly creative decorated trees. Those trees did not have wonky ornaments made by little fingers. They didn’t have angels made out of noodles or craft stick reindeer….just perfectly perfect magazine glamour.
Everything I did just kept making it uglier. I finally gave up and moved on.
Last week Meg posted this craft. I thought it was so cute, so I decided to make some with my little munchkins. I used fabric tape and decorative masking tape for my scarves.
Once I hung the ornaments on the tree it made me remember how much I love all those wonky preschool ornaments. I missed the noodle art and faded construction paper people. I thought about digging them all out from year’s past and putting them on the tree, but I think I just enjoy these four this year. I don’t want a magazine worthy Christmas tree…I want a wonky, kid creative, hodge podge mess of memories on my tree next year. I am sure many of you moms have already learned this lesson…I’m a slow learner. Thanks Meg for reminding me what I really want on my tree.