The Living Room

Sorry, I don't have more cowbell for you, but I do have more house tour. On to the living room. Or great room if your nasty.

Blank Canvas (minus the creepy lady photo that hid a gigantic brown recluse spider!)

A little more color (and a lot less brown recluse)

Detail: fireplace

More livin'

Detail: deer art from Etsy

Detail: more art from Etsy

View to the patio after blinds were removed

Detail: fireplace bird mirror from ? and horse statue from Home Goods

Detail: bird lamp from Marshalls

Detail: antique Avon bath bead holders

View into the kitchen and dining room (neither have been touched yet)

The Cool Cucumber's Room

I know there is a bit of confusion about room updates. We did live in a loft but we just moved in to, as The Quite Contemplator calls it, The Big Big House. See here.

Anyway. On with the tour. Today, boys and girls, we get a peek at The Cool Cucumber's room. Enjoy.

Please excuse the crappy "blank canvas" pictures.

Please excuse the crappy "blank canvas" pictures.

Overall view from the door.

Crib detail with blanket that inspired room design. Blanket from Etsy.

Artwork from the same paper I made the birds out of. This sucked WAY worse than the birds.

More crap.

Blah...blah...blah. More crap. And a chair.

More art.

Art detail. Bottom right made from paint samples. Bottom middle from Etsy. Alphabet stickers from Amazon.

The end.

The Confessional

Last week, I was putting a bottle of white wine in the fridge after I poured a glass for myself. Somehow the bottle didn't catch right and fell from top shelf and shattered on the floor. A piece of the glass flew up and cut my leg, not badly, but resulted in a LOT of blood. My husband, hearing the commotion, came into the kitchen to find me covered in blood, sitting in a puddle of wine and surrounded by broken glass. All I could say was, "This isn't as bad as it looks."


The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.



Sins from fellow Boozehounds:

My husband, 17 month old son, & I took a beach trip last week with our best friends & their 15 month old son. The boys didn't care much for the beach so most of our time was at the cold pool. They were practically cranky the whole trip. Anyhow, we thought it would be smart & easier on us to bathe both of the boys at the same time. Next thing we know they've both peed in the tub (my son twice) & did we drain the water??? NOPE! After dealing with 2 screaming/crying babies for no reason at all we said to hell with it! I know what you're thinking, but after trying to please 2 toddlers & not being successful we figured we didn't get morning time at the beach the whole time we were there so one bath like that wouldn't hurt.

ILBAB says: #1 + H2O + soap = no foul.


While we were driving on the way home Sunday, our son was NOT happy at all. I'm sure he was exhausted from not sleeping well the whole time, being away from home & his routine, then the evil carseat. My husband was to the point to where he turned the radio up to drown out his screaming for just a little bit & turns out it kind of helped. Are we bad parents or just trying to get through a rough patch?

ILBAB says: As long as you were blasting Yo Gabba Gabba or some other mind-numbing kids music, you are in the clear--just kidding, I hate that crap. We used to let our son scream in the bathroom while we had the door closed so we could eat dinner in peace. He was going to cry one way or the other, at least this way we got to nourish ourselves for the next few hours of The Crying Game.

The Quiet Contemplator's Room

We finally finished The Quiet Contemplator's room, complete with big girl bed. She loves it. Thought I would share the end result.

Blank Canvas

Blank Canvas

Here is kind of an overall view of the room.

Big Girl Bed and Wall of Birds

Wall of Birds Detail (super easy project involving double-sided scrapbook paper and scissors!)

Big Girl Bed!

Reading Nook

Dresser and Wall Art

View From Door

Why Kids Make Life Better (Beside love and crap)

There are many reasons why kids make our life better. The hugs, unconditional love, blah, blah, blah. We all know that crap. Here are a few lesser known ways kids make life better.

They step up the candy quotient.
Valentine's Day, Easter, Halloween, etc. With kids around, the candy quotient of your house is way upped. We tell our kids that too much candy is bad for them, not so much so they don't get cavities or obese or anything, but so we can wait until they go to bed to binge on their baskets of chocolate and red 40 goodness. Mmmmm…candy.

They get you out of boring stuff.
Ew, sorry. Can't make it to great aunt Edna's 98th birthday party. The Quiet Contemplator has an unexplained fever and we don't want anyone to catch whatever she has. You known, with Edna already being on a respirator and all it is probably best we stay away from all the fun. Darn. I was so looking forward to it, too. Not.

They are good excuses for being messy.
Sorry the house is trashed. We have kids. 'nuf said.

You get to play with way more toys.
Legos, crayons, Play-Doh, Barbies, glitter, you name it. Kids stock your house full of stuff that you have been dying to play with for years. Now the only problem is that you have to practice what you preach: sharing.

You have an excuse to go to fun kiddie places.
Having a kid is a great excuse to head out to the zoo, science center, water park, etc. They are like your free pass to do cool shit again without looking like a creepy stalker. Believe me, my husband and I tried going to Chuck E. Cheese without kids once. We looked like total pedophiles.

You get to consume old school dinner delicacies.
Mac n Cheese, Kool-Aid, Capri Sun, Jell-o, hot dogs, chicken nuggets, popsicles. Now that you have reproduced, these tasty treats are now back in the fridge and in full effect--along with the size of your ass.

The Confessional

While at a formal event, a friend of mine jokingly convinced me to punch an inanimate object. Said punch landed me with a broken finger. Rather than go to the hospital and miss the party, I grabbed a bucket of champagne, put the broken finger in the ice, popped open the bottle and proceeded to drink it with my good hand. This is probably why my finger looks like this to this day:

Note the creepy bend on my ring finger near my eye.

The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.



Sins from fellow Boozehounds:

After I finished telling my 2 yr. old for the 10^th time that she could not eat dinner in my bed I followed it up with a nice firm, “End Of Story”. She quipped back with a, “Do you know another story?”. I flipped her off. I didn’t know another story.

ILBAB says: Appropriate. And awesome.

A Few Funnies

Things that I have actually said out loud to my daughter:

Kids are Gross
Please stop eating the food you find in the couch.
The toilet is not a table, honey. We do not put our food on there.

Kids are Weird
Are you having some sort of stroke or something? What on earth is wrong with you?
Honey, please don't sit on your brothers face.

Poor Kitty
Kitty doesn't like you. Please stop playing with her.
We don't kiss the kitty with an open mouth.
We don't sit on the cat, we pet the cat.

 
Things My Daughter Has Said:

After catching the smell of something funky.
The Quiet Contemplator: Mommy did you poopy?
Me: No but I farted.



After watching me go to the bathroom (Can a mama get some privacy up in here!?!)
The Quiet Contemplator: Yay, mommy! You pee peed on the potty!
Me: Thanks. I was excited, too.


Things friends' kids have said:

After picking a booger out of her son's nose, my friend's son said, "Don't eat it, Mommy."   My friend replied, "OK. I'll try not to."

While dancing around and playing with his, um, baggage, my friends little boy gleefully exclaimed, "There's candy in there! There's candy in there! " Um, I am pretty sure that is not candy.

While she was pregnant, my friend's son asked her to see the baby, so she lifted up her shirt to show her belly and he said, "Wow! Your belly button is big. I can fit in there. Daddy could fit in there."

While my friend was eating out at a restaurant with her husband and two-year-old son, the waitress asked her son how he was liking the spinach artichoke dip. He responded, "It sucks." Check please.

The Confessional

My friend sends me a box of chocolates for xmas every year. The caramel quality varies year to year. So as ADD Daddy and I sat down to gluttonize the box while watching reruns of Six Feet Under, I asked him,"How do you think the caramels are going to be this year?" He looked really shocked, then excited and said, "Wow. I am really glad you asked me. I think La Russa has picked a really good lineup and that Pujols will really come into his own..." I said, "WTF are you talking about? I just asked you about caramels." His reply, "Oh, I thought you said Cardinals." My reply, "WhyTF would I ask you that? Give me the chocolates."

The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.