Monthly Archives: February 2015

That Time I Shot A Booger At My Dental Hygenist

Lucy's First Dentist Visit

I’m kind of getting annoyed at the internet. Sometimes it’s just too much. Too much information. Too many pictures of perfectly decorated houses and well-coiffed women. Too many ways to make quinoa [don’t get me wrong, I love quinoa]. Why so serious, internet?

So here’s my contribution to making the internet take itself less seriously. To adding real things. To not spending all my time telling everybody how awesome I am.

I made a mistake this week. I always schedule my dentist appointment on President’s Day so Chuck can stay home with the kids. I think my appointment was made on the date of President’s Day last year. This year, unfortunately, that fell on a plain ‘ole Thursday when school was most definitely in session. Adding to the can’t-catch-a-break-ness of the sitch was the fact that the appointment was too close to Landon’s school start time for me to drop the gang off anywhere.

So the four of us went to my dentist appointment. A 30-, 5-, 3-, and 1-year-old. Together. But it’s okay, guys. My dental hygenist is super great. I’ve been going to her since I moved here. Nearly a decade! The appointments are [usually] so relaxing, like you’re just chatting with a friend.

So my tag-alongs made it less relaxing than usual. But not bad. Snacks and iPads can right a lot of wrongs, amiright!?

Since I led with the punch line, I’ll get to it.

My DH is telling me this terrible story.

She was camping with her family and decided one morning to take a 3-wheeler out to explore. She came upon a turtle and stopped to pick it up. Her grandkids were back at the camp and she knew they’d love to see it. So she put the turtle on her lap and started driving back. She hit a bump and looked down to check on the turtle. Unfortunately, when she looked down she missed the second bump. She flew backwards off the vehicle, with the vehicle landing on top of her [I told you this was a terrible story!]. She passed out, obvs.

She listed out her extensive injuries including breaking her clavicle and needing staples to put skin back in the right places. She told me she missed six weeks when one of her gashes got infected. I’m laying there with my mouth open thinking, “Oh my gosh, this is so terrible!”

And then she said, “But don’t worry: the turtle was okay. He was wearing his helmet.”

And with my mouth stuffed with instruments aplenty, my nose betrayed me.

I mean, she didn’t mean that as such a punch line, right?! Why is that so funny!? The turtle was wearing his helmet… Ooof.

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Entryway Key Storage

My New Year’s Resolution this year was to stop being bugged by stuff. I never make resolutions but I felt pretty strongly about this. As a stay-at-home mom, you spend so.many.hours staring at the same set of walls. Especially in the winter. Especially when you have babies that have to be home to nap. And [I think] like most everyone, there are tons of little things around the house that annoy me. So 2015 is the year I’m going to try to either stop obsessing over things I can’t change and deal with them. Like laundry. JK. Sort of JK. Or I’m going to try to come up with ways to fix the things that do bug me. I feel like this is doable. This is achievable. I can wear work out clothes while doing this without actually having to work out. This is good.

I mentioned a few weeks ago that I spruced up the playroom we have.

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It has been gleefully de-bugged.

This week I set my sights on the key hooks that hang just next to our door.

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This was actually one of the first things we bought for our house. It seemed a necessity. But there were a couple things that made my eye twitch. It just looked messy all the time. And it was a shelf right next to the door. So when my sweet children accidentally shut the door too hard it would rain tchotchkes like manna. The shelf wasn’t really our style anymore.

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The dilemma came in the project of the timing. I just started one of these No Spend Month challenges a few days ago. I think it’s a really neat way to kind of reset our budget for the upcoming year and find a good base. But I didn’t want to sway from the challenge. So I went to the basement to see what I could find.

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I bought this shadow box at the thrift store a while back because it was a veritable blank slate of possibilities. I used a tinted stain we already owned to give it that rich blue color and drew the design on with an oil-based paint marker. I searched etsy for inspiration for the phrase.

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The arch print is from my glory college days where I had both the time and money to develop my own black and white prints. It’s a scene from the College of William & Mary. The clipboard up top originally came from the dollar store but had been hanging out in the basement for a while. I found a map of the University of Missouri campus online and changed the colors to match the room.

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The shadow box is attached the wall on a hinge I found on my husband’s tool bench. I re-used the hooks from the shelf under the shadow box so they’re still in the same place but hidden. It’s like magic. Housewife magic.

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I bought a wire basket to stash shoes by the door and cleared away a lot of coat bulk from the hooks we have.

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Coupled with the gallery wall updating I did a couple weeks ago, it feels like a new room! Baby likes.

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A Real “People Play Here” Sunroom Playroom

I’m afraid Pinterest sometimes leaves people feeling a bit disullioned about what playrooms actually look like. I pinned this one this week. It’s incredible, right!? And it’s in a basement. And I bet that house has things like closets to hide all the other stuff. Bummer. I always look at pictures like that and try to figure out where the kids play. Where are the toys, people!? How is that plant going to survive in a basement!? Answer all my questions!

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I’m here to introduce you to a little playroom that’s trying real hard. It comes from humble beginnings.

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When we only had one kid, we had it set up like a sitting room. I must say, it was adorable. Still in the newlywed-ish stage, we’d sit back there and read books next to a cozy fire. I kid you not.

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Speaking of kids. With three kids in a small house, we’ve lost the luxury of having less-used spaces. It needed some attention and a renewed sense of purpose.

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We started here. We don’t use this fireplace anymore. It still works, but it’s not a very efficient means of heating anything. When you open the flue all the warm air in the back of our house seems to race to the sky. And also, kids.

After four days and three coats of paint, the fireplace has experienced quite the little makeover!

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We added a bunch of foam insulation into the fireplace and used a nailgun to add on the wood, which is from a pine tree we took down in the fall. #myhusbandisalumberjack

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The mantle got some love with a Charley Harper print and one by my sweet little guy.

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My husband actually designed that mantle using reclaimed wood wood scraps like the light box that used to hang in his sister’s kitchen.

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I made that pom pom garland one morning when the baby wanted to see what 5:45 was like. I must say, it was a weirdly satisfying project. Also, I took these pictures with my phone. And you can tell. Not sorry.

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I keep showing you pictures of this side of the room because it’s the cute side. We are, as previously mentioned, a house with a storage problem. That moose on the floor is a sleeping bag we found at a garage sale. It used to be a boy but the antlers kept poking the kids in the eye. This is real life.

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And we’ve got lots to store. I used to keep the board games and play dough things and art things and all the things in the basement and when the kids wanted something I would run down and grab it. But now the baby naps in the basement [It’s a walk out! It’s finished-ish! Relax!]. And nobody wakes baby for a crayon. So it all came upstairs. Which has actually kept it way more organized because instead of having a pile of stuff to take downstairs I just put it away.

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We brought the kitchen in from Lucy’s room because the boys play with it all the time and it was stressing her out that they would come in her room while the Barbies were vacationing away from the Dream House. Her playscape is an elaborate set up.

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And some shelves. Functional shelves. And new blinds after the neighbor two doors down asked me about some new furniture we got. Insert nervous laugh emoticons. As many as you can. We painted the top of that bench (that holds more boaard games) with chalkboard paint. To cover up all the marker strokes that missed paper.

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I also replaced a couple things that were taking up floor space. This retractable clothesline replaced an accordion style one.

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And adding a paper roll to the top of a cabinet saved the easel space.

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One last look at the beautiful thing that took all the sacred post-bedtime relax time.

Chicken Salad Lettuce Wraps

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I’m still not totally sure if I should indeed be sharing recipes with the internet, but I’ll forge on. After all, the internet is full of unqualified people giving unsolicited advice, amiright!? [And really, this is baaaaarely a recipe.]

I made these lettuce wraps last week after I saw this super infograph telling me romaine was super great for me. I like super great things.

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To make these I chopped up a large apple (peel on – ain’t nobody got time for that), half a cucumber, ribboned some spinach, equal parts greek yogurt and mayo – like 1/4 cup each, a cup of cooked chicken (rotisserie saves time!), and the usual suspects of salt, pepper, and paprika. It would’ve been yummy with some egg (but the kid is allergic) and some poppy seeds (but I’m fresh out).

Also. This mayo. You. Are. Welcome.

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We served it on our romaine leaves and everybody rejoiced. Even the kids. I had them at chicken. Calling it a lettuce taco probably didn’t hurt.

I love reminding myself that chicken salad doesn’t have to be the traditional grapes and eggs team that I’m used to.

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