Posted on | January 25, 2012 | 104 Comments
i mentioned this briefly last week, but wanted to devote a post to the age of three. because three? three is kind of a b.
in fact, that should be it’s motto. tagline? it should be next to it in the dictionary. is what i’m saying. with a side note that 3 is also the funniest, cutest, warm and fuzziest.
it can be summed up perfectly like my reader Hilary said: three year olds are like those sour patch kid commercials. “first they’re sour, then they’re sweet”. uh-huh. all day long dude.
newborn was hard. there was no sleep to be had. nipples were harmed, hair was lost and hormones made my husband very, very scared. chubby baby stage ruled, minus teething and all that, but still, it was do-able. two was easy like sunday morning in the grand scheme of things. but three? oh dear lord. who is this person? and why does her head spin around like that?
had i known i’d need some sort of degree in negotiating with terrorists, i sure as hell would have looked into that before she turned into one. because nothing is quite as fun as trying to coax your kid out from under a table at preschool pickup without looking and sounding like an asshole. nothing to see here! i’m just the only one with a kid who hides when it’s time to leave! righty-oh. kill me now. the whole “come on kiddo i have something fun to show you at home!” only works so many times. but what is it? is it a toy? are we going to starbucks? are we going to disneyland?! uh, no, i bought yogurt covered raisins instead of regular?
do not anger the three year old. three year old will ruin you. DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU PUT JUICE IN THAT CUP NO NOT THAT ONE THE PINK ONE WITH THE YELLOW FLIP STRAW BEFORE I LOSE MY DORA LOVING MIND LADY. god, the three year old is scary. and then? when you’re at your breaking point and it’s not even close to bed time and if you get kicked/screamed at/ignored one more time you might cry? out of nowhere (imagine scary toddler unzipping itself and cute toddler comes out like it was wearing scary toddler like a costume) comes the cutest, funniest, sweetest little muffin basket asking to cuddle. and will you rub her back? pleeeeeease?
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i suspect this is all preparation for the teen years, when all hell will break loose and there will be no sweet moments again until they have their own kids. my mom says i wasn’t like this as a toddler, but i think that’s because years 9-17 were so traumatizing for her that she pushed it out of her mind. that is the only explanation, because these kids are whack. i’ve seen it at preschool and at the playplace we go each week. tiny little mean people coated in sugary sweet adorableness. and what fun! you never know which you’re going to get! it’s like a surprise party (oh you shouldn’t have!) where all the guests are banshees (no seriously…you shouldn’t have). who then morph into an adorable baby hedgehog. and you’re just left there doing the ugly cry where you’re really scared but smiling because REALLY WHAT JUST HAPPENED.
i’ve heard four year olds are magic. i’ve also heard that four year olds are scarier than three year olds. i’ve also heard anderson cooper is gay, but you don’t see me rocking in the corner eating my own hair at the prospect do you?! oh.
i know the internet is supposed to be full of sparkly sunshine happiness, but toddlers are crazy you guys. let’s commiserate. please?
Posted on | January 23, 2012 | 24 Comments
last week my friend Chelsey posted the cutest paper terrarium on her blog. i’ve been seeing terrariums everywhere and am loving them all. the levi’s store in SF had HUGE amazing ones and all i could think was “i could never keep that alive”. i still want to (try to) make a few live ones, but in the meantime i had to make Chelsey’s completely impossible to kill paper one.
my apothecary jar i wanted to use was too small for the bunting and Harper wanted one for her room and she loves dinosaurs. a trip to the dollar store, some painting and arranging later, the dinosaur terra/aquarium was born and sitting on her shelf. Harper said it looks like an aquarium/fish bowl and since it’s not alive, we are calling it both. because you do what a three year tells you.
besides, a fish is the last thing i need around here. plastic dinosaurs live foreverrrrr!
bonus – this fulfills two of my must-do-soon crafts: terrarium and painted plastic animals. unfortunately, it only made me want to paint more plastic animals and create more terrariums.
i bought the moss and dinos at the dollar store, the paints i already had (but were less than 2 bucks a pop) and i picked up the fish bowl at goodwill for a dollar. Chelsey’s printout was free (if only printer ink was!) so in the realm of cheap crafts? ::insert YOU ARE HERE arrow:: in hindsight, the only thing i’d do differently is splurge (heh) on the moss and buy it at Michaels. the dollar store moss isn’t very green.
do any of you own a real live terrarium? give it to me straight – are they easy to maintain? or should i stick to neon and gold children’s figurines in a bowl – which oddly i’d be ok with?
Posted on | January 22, 2012 | 19 Comments
on Harper >> top: fred meyer // cardi: thrifted, cherokee // jeggings: target //loafers: thrifted, arizona co.
purple jeggings. it’s unfair how little humans can pull off anything.
today marks 3 years since i started this blog. happy birthday blog! kind of unbelievable all that has transpired here, no? what a trip. blogging – who knew?
my only small request for today would be, if you’ve enjoyed yourself here over the course of the past 3 years, would you consider making my day by donating to March of Dimes? it doesn’t have to be much at all – every dollar counts. i know times are tight, but if you have a spare buck or two, i’d be so stoked to see it go towards the babies. simply click here to donate. (and THANK YOU so much in advance!).
hope you guys are finishing up a great weekend. and thanks for being here!
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Posted on | January 20, 2012 | 14 Comments
most of this week was full of the powdery white stuff. which then turned into slippery ice. as of now, we have an ice storm warning and about 250,000 homes without power. come on washington, get it together. you know we’re all a bunch of wussies who get super excited at the prospect of snow and then are done after about 12 hours.
i can’t complain though, because it did mean Scot has been home and we still have our power. so although we are stuck and did run out of wine, we are super lucky. Scot made H a huge pile of snow with a slide and they went to town. i played for a bit and then came inside and did warm things. watching them outside, with lulu hopping around like a bunny around them, made my day.
i am getting a titch of cabin fever though. in fact i just looked up to see i have been watching giada for almost 7 minutes. a new record. also, teeth.
here are a few things i’ve enjoyed this week:
as soon as i can get out of this house i will be gathering supplies to make this paper terrarium. i’ve been wanting to make a succulent one forever, and the printouts over at Chelsey’s blog would be an adorable addition.
Harper’s room was featured on Apartment Therapy!
Harper has 2 pairs of shoes i’d like to try this DIY on.
one of my favorite people Monkeyface Amber showed her face and left her blog for a new one, courtesy laugh. she kicks the ace. love her.
this is not safe for work (or really anywhere but the comfort of your own home with no children around) but if you love bridesmaids with the burning fire of a thousand suns like i do, you’ll enjoy the gag reel. i uglylaughcried.
and this post is a must read for all moms.
have a good weekend, and see you back here sunday for SOS!
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