Saturday, December 29, 2012

Pinterest Gifts Galore!

I came to the conclusion this year that I had exhausted my Shutterfly giving for the holidays. And since I am currently having a love affair with Pinterest... Pinterest gifts galore in 2012!

I pinned this idea a few months ago:


I really wanted to do some sort of a hand print or foot print gift. After all, they are only little once and every day they are getting bigger and bigger. My window for cute little gifts like this is slipping away right before my eyes <sniff, sniff>

Off to the craft store!

Two colors of green paint - CHECK
Canvases - CHECK
Red paint for the little berries - CHECK


Bows - CHECK

 

Finding the time to make these Christmas gifts when you are living temporarily with your in-laws without them seeing your gift idea - GOOD LUCK!

This is when my event planning skills really kick into gear. I am a master planner. Unfortunately, I would rather plan a 300 person event that try to coordinate two small children making messy gifts.

So I stuck with the basics in planning.

Have a plan... and strategize!

I knew two of these wreaths needed to make it to Iowa. So they became my priority and focus. I knew I needed to complete my Brown Eyed Girl's prints first and allow plenty of time for drying. I also knew that I was never going to have the house to myself between now and Christmas.

My only option... hand painting at 5:15 am before anyone else is awake. Thank goodness my Brown Eyed Girl is a chipper morning person!

I pre traced a circle on the canvases as a guide - I didn't want the wreaths to come out looking like prickly green eggs.


I pulled a chair up to the counter and we were off to the races.


Once done - after discarding all possible evidence of green paint - I carefully hid the canvasses in the closet to dry for the day. 

The next morning at 5:45 am, I prepared myself to have Mr Blue Eyes complete step two. Mr Blue Eyes on the other hand is rarely a chipper morning person. I was dead meat! I had visions of screaming, paint flying across the kitchen, my in-laws walking in on a disaster. Hell or high water these wreaths had to get done on this day. Of course I waited until the last minute I wanted to ensure FedEx could would get them there by Christmas.

Sooo... I took all my supplies to the basement bathroom and got all set up. I woke up Mr Blue Eyes and gave his all of 8 minutes to sit on my lap and snuggle in order to wake up enough before hauling him to the basement. I just prayed that his potential tantrum would be muffled enough in the basement not to give us away.

Using the toilet as my work station, we got started. To my surprise, he was in a good mood that morning - thank you Jesus - and was eager to smoosh his hands in the paint.

After discarding all evidence, we raced upstairs to have Sissy put the finishing touches on the wreaths and I applied the bows while still wet. I stashed the wreaths out to the car to dry and then I hurried back inside to dress the kids, grab our 216,546,852 bags and personal belongings necessary for the day and headed back out to the car - kids in tow like suit cases. Not to mention, I adding wrapping paper and shipping boxes to the list.

The wreaths dried in the car all day and after work I wrapped them in the back of my suburban - on a blissfully windy and chilly day. I shoved them in a box and off to Kinko's we went.

Piece of cake! They were going to love these heartfelt, hand made gifts!

Now, I only had to figure out how to make 4 more like this... crap!

And then there was snow!

Finally Colorado saw snow in it's forecast. We all took a snow day and I worked from home. Grandma went to work. Grandpa had a list of honey-do's for the day. Now is my chance!

No sooner did the garage door shut, I assembled the troops and we began our mass production assembly line. It's fair to say, I turned my kids into little sweat shop workers. Canvases spread across the counter. Paint station all set up.

My Brown Eyed Girl went first again.


This time there were too many to hid in the closet. So I laid them out on the bed and shut the door as they dried. Discarded all the evidence of round one in just the nick of time when Grandpa Matt came home in between his errands. 


After a while, Grandpa left one more time for the post office.

It was go time!

Let's do this Mr Blue Eyes!



Once the second layer was done, off to the bedroom to dry.


I knew I wasn't going to get lucky a third time. So the remainder of the project was completed in the bedroom, in hiding. I just prayed my Brown Eyed Girl wouldn't drip red paint on the comforter or carpet!

Berries complete!


Then I finished each one off with a bow. I also labeled each one with a black sharpie marker.


Let's compare...


Okay, so I didn't get them custom framed. I had two sets of hand prints.


But, I would say this is a Pinterest success!

For my sister, Rah-Rah, I wanted to make something that she could hang in her room all year round. I found these two ideas and just loved them. 



Feet were going to be a little more challenging. The kitchen assembly line was never going to work for these little butterflies. I was sure to have foot prints everywhere. 

On the same snowy day and just before nap time, I strategically decided it was bath time. 

I drug all of my supplies up to the bathroom. Placed news paper all over the floor just in case. 


I used a paper plate to disperse the paint colors I wanted and then sat with each kid and carefully pressed their foot on the canvasses.



I made two of each print so I could hang one in their new rooms.



Clean up was easy. A couple of baby wipes and straight in the tub they both went. 

After they dried, I helped my Brown Eyed Girl put the finishing touches on her butterflies for Aunt Rah-Rah.


I finished Mr Blue Eyes and labeled each one using a black sharpie again. 

Over all I was pretty pleased again! No fancy framing...


But without a doubt...


Another Pinterest success!



*** And everyone LOVED their Christmas gifts!

Thank you Pinterest!

Friday, December 21, 2012

So Big!

I look at these pictures of my sweet little boy and I can't believe where the time has gone. Every day he gets a little bit taller. His face changes a little every day as he loses that round toddler chub and transitions into a little boy right before my eyes. Where does the time go?

His budding personality amazes me. I am fascinated every day at how truly different boys are from girls. Every object possessing even the slightest round circumference is close enough to being a ball and therefore should be thrown. He is rough and tough and rowdy. Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Trouble with blue eyes and the cutest darn smile you have ever seen.  He is funny and caring and 100% stinker!



And I couldn't imagine one day in this life of mine without him!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Still at it

That silly Thomas is still at it!


I think Thomas missed the North Pole.


Unfortunately, I think he's getting a little soft being away from the North Pole. I wonder if he had second thoughts about the fridge. He spent the entire next day snuggled in a stocking.




What a crazy guy!





Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Santa!!!

Santa Clause is coming to town...

My Brown Eyed Girl was so excited to show Santa her new dress and headband. Mr Blue Eyes looked very handsome in his new outfit as well. We arrived nice and early and ended up being the first in line to see Santa this year. It helped we knew an elf on the inside.


The energy level was high. Excitement in the the air. After all, Santa Clause was coming to town. Santa Clause! Santa Clause! Saaaanta!!! The excitement was oozing from my children as they ran around like wild turkeys. My Brown Eyed Girl twirling her new beautiful dress... showing all the waiting children and their parents her Barbie underwear. Note to Self: Make her wear leggings/tights/little shorts/something next time she wears this dress.

I began to perspire a bit. One can only calmly say, "Stop running.", "Settle down please.", "Please put your dress down. No one wants to see your underwear honey.", "Please watch where you are going.", "Calm down please.", "Can you please come stand by Mommy?" so many times with out completely losing it and looking like 'that mom.' It takes a lot of work. It takes a lot of focus to appear as the calm mother, completely in control of her children. Nothing getting under her skin. Totally laid back.

When in reality... I was on the verge of completely losing it and becoming that screaming-crazy-psycho-mother-who-can't-control-her-kids-and-ends-up-jerking-them-by-the-arm-kicking-and-screaming-all-the-way-to-the-car-cussing-wildly-as-she-opens-a-bottle-of-wine-she-keeps-in-the-trunk-for-emergencies-and-collapses-to-the-curb-and... Okay so maybe that's a little over the top.

However, you bet I flashed a few of those, "Do you want me to take you outside and whoop your butt?" looks that only a mother knows how to give. Of course, that look means nothing to either of my children. Deep inside it made me feel better, as I became more clammy and stressed and dreamed about finding a bottle of win in my car.

And then the elves announced he was here!

Santa AND Mrs. Clause - does anyone know what Mrs Clause's first name is? -  made there way to their chairs.

Suddenly there was a shift in the stars. A change of the tides.

My beautiful, hyper children suddenly became silent statues. A hint of fear and anxiety in the air - theirs not mine. My anxiety came with the first viewing of Barbie.

Grandma asked if I wanted to let a few other kids go first.

Why bother. Let's just get this show in the road...

As my Brown Eyed Girl started to balk, I made the mistake of trying to pass Mr Blue Eyes off to Santa first.

Complete meltdown...

How about Mrs Clause Mr Blue Eyes?

That would be a "Hell NO!"


Complete meltdown...

One down... redirecting my focus to my Brown Eyed Girl...


Looks like I get to be in the picture this year. Gather round let's get this over with. EVERYONE is watching...

My Brown Eyed Girl absolutely refused to sit on Santa's lap. It was an effort to even get her to stand anywhere near him.



This has to be a favorite. My Brown Eyed Girl's body language could not be more direct. "Santa, you are invading my personal space!" And well, Mr Blue Eyes is simply saying, "Stranger Danger!"

A Keeper.

One for the fridge. 


I turned on my most loving Mommy tone and calmly coached my Brown Eyed Girl through it. Please let us get at least one semi decent photo...


Getting better.


Huston, we have a smile.


Cheese for the camera.

There was no hope for Mr Blue Eyes.


My Brown Eyed Girl did end up telling Santa what she wanted for Christmas. A "sparkle-eee horse-eee like Lucy has."

Because she finally did so well talking to Santa, Mrs Clause gave her a coloring book and a jingle bell.


That made it all worth it!


Two coloring books, two jingle bells and a couple of souvenir photographs later...





We were loaded in the car and Mommy was in search of a bottle of wine!


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Big Buggy

I went to Murdock's last week to buy a salt block for the horses. (Murdock's is a farm and ranch supply store here in Colorado. I am sure they are in other states too... anywhoooo) It was my first time in the new Murdock's store in Parker in which I would be getting something heavy enough that I needed a cart.

This was by far the most substantial cart I have ever seen in my life!

This sucker was so big and wide that there was enough room for TWO child seats in the buggy. I found myself wishing that I wasn't shopping alone. I had the sudden urge to put both my Brown Eyed Girl and Mr Blue Eyes in the child seats, just to test it out. 

And then I had a revelation as I pushed the cart around the store, I thought to myself, Why on earth would you put two children's seats together in a grocery cart? As if taking your kids shopping with you isn't hell enough. Now you want us to put two of them together in the same cart...side by side. I can hear them fighting now.

As far as I am concerned, the only advantage to the wider child area is more room for my purse next to Mr Blue Eyes.


Once I heaved the 165461354 pound salt block into the cart, I started trying to calculate how many bags of grain I thought I could fit in this cart side by side. 

I wondered if an entire bale of hay fit perfectly. I contemplated hijacking the cart to find out. Using it as my new hay cart for doing chores at home. 
Unfortunately, the wheels didn't appear to be all-terrain. 
Uggg can you imagine getting arrested for stealing an over-sized shopping cart?
My mother and father would be so proud.

After circling the entire store three times, I decided to head to the checkout. 

Pushing this shiny, substantial cart through the parking lot...


I had an impulse. 

You KNOW what I am talking about!