27 months & some change {wordless Wednesday}
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a little birdie turns 2
Lovelies, I realize that this is not an original thought, but here it comes anyway. Where does the time go and how could I already be living in a home with a two year old little girl? Just the other day Chris and I were musing about how exciting it will be when we get to hear the pitter-patter of a little person in the upstairs hallway. I remembered this today when I was gushing to myself about a just-out-of-the-oven loaf of coconut banana bread and I heard the sound of a little birdie running down the hallway. It’s times like these I’m grateful for wood floors without even a runner to buffer the sound of 23 ebullient pounds.
It seems a bit silly to attempt to show gratitude for the birdie’s presence in our lives by baking cookies and stringing up purple balloons because it doesn’t exactly equate, but such is life. What fun to try anyway! Was it crazy to invite a bunch of two year olds over to graze on a sugar-laden buffet easily within reach of their chubby hands? And was I completely exhausted by the end of the day? Yes and yes! But I’d do it again. It sure is fun to celebrate life, isn’t it?
The day was complete with only one real meltdown involving crocodile tears and a new plastic set of golf clubs, just a few raindrops, fun-loving friends and family, lots of bubbles, sugar, and the color purple. Wren is really into purple right now so we decided to celebrate her in a rainbow of purple. Here are a few more photos of her big day.
We made an easy-peasy balloon garland that we saw over on Design Mom recently. All purple, of course…
And then there were the cupcakes, for which I take no credit! Late last year I won a gift certificate from a local pastry chef and saved it for Wren’s party. I saw an idea for some lollipop flower cupcakes and had Sweet Ashley Marie Creations make them. Lucky us! They were beautiful and added the perfect punch of color and fun that we needed.
The cupcakes echoed the invites, which most people received despite the problems. A few never got theirs (sigh), but they still came and didn’t complain, yahoo! I love Wren’s friends.
Some say a party for preschoolers is really for the parents, but Wren is very social and she had an absolute blast with her buddies. By the end of the day, she too was pooped. Pooped and happy. And this Mamma was too.
Wren’s Play Kitchen!
I’m very excited to share this project with you, lovelies! I spotted the (ugly-as-sin) nightstand in a nearby alley well over a year ago with heartfelt intentions to make it over into a play kitchen for the little birdie that very day. I saw other DIY play kitchens like this by Vintage Songbird and this one by Vicki Howell made from old nightstands and was inspired to make one for Wren.
Chris snagged it for me, dragged it home and then it lived in our basement, awaiting a transformation. It waited and waited. What a patient nightstand! It was going to be a 1st birthday gift, then it was going to be a Christmas gift, and now (finally!) a 2nd birthday gift. Yahoo!
Here are some images and a few notes on the process…
First I hauled the nightstand outside and sanded everything down so the paint would adhere better then the real work began on making the piece of junk great alley find look like a kitchen.
Everything AND the kitchen sink. I found an old metal dog bowl at Goodwill for $.99: perfect for a little sink and perfect for the wallet too. Chris cut out the hole for me after I tried and failed to do it myself. Meanwhile I sawed off the front of one of the drawers and discarded the other pieces. Then I spray-painted the wood pieces for the burners, knobs and faucet. The faucet is just an upside-down “J” that I saw on other play kitchens.
Then I painted the whole nightstand with about three coats of white paint. I hand-painted the burner coils with a Sharpie paint pen. Then glued them on to the cooktop area with some handy Gorilla Glue. That stuff rocks! I also screwed on a little coat hook on the side for a hot pad and oven mitt (on clearance at Michael’s for $.99, yesssss).
Next up, the backsplash. I painted the backsplash tiles orange, white and green. These are just simple $.29 wood craft tiles that were easy to adhere with the glue to the plywood board we attached to the back of the kitchen. I still want to add a shelf to the back of it because it looks a bit naked, but I haven’t done that yet.
I don’t have photos of the entire process because it was LATE the night before Wren’s birthday and it caused a near-divorce situation as I begged Chris to help me with “just a few quick things,” which of course turned into more than a few things. He was already really tired from installing our new fence, working all day and then I threw him his list, which included installing the hinges, installing the little cabinet magnet so the “oven door” would more easily stay closed, screwing on the handle, screwing on the knobs so they turned (washers!) and screwing on the faucet. Meanwhile I sewed the little curtains and fed them on a dowel, touched up paint and tried to stay out of harm’s way… Let’s just say it wasn’t a very pretty scene.
BUT. I think it was all worth it when the little birdie came down in the morning to greet her new kitchen. The funny thing is that she just got right to work, like she knew exactly what to do. Grabbed the tea pot, filled it up with water and served it up. Put the oven mitt on and checked on the pizza in the oven!
Day two and the party continues! Apparently, popcorn is a popular thing to cook…
Thankfully the little birdie loves her new kitchen and we’re proud of it too. The irony is that Wren’s kitchen is the best part of the entire kitchen. Case in point, Wren has an oven. Our oven hasn’t even made it into the kitchen yet! We’re still using our old one in the basement. Yeah, that’s convenient. Ahem. This project has inspired me to tackle the REAL kitchen, but where to begin?!
What kind of projects are you tackling these days, lovelies? What has inspired you to get moving on them? Do you need a deadline too? Ahh, to be only human.
curse you, USPS
So the invite saga continues… I could just cry, lovelies. But instead I’m just going to be pragmatic about it (sniffle, sniffle) and hand-deliver the invites that were returned to me for additional postage. They weren’t supposed to be in our mailbox yesterday, they were supposed to be in your mailbox. OK, enough complaining. I best make haste and hit the road…
How’s your day going so far?!
Happy 2nd Birthday!
Happy 2nd Birthday, dearest Wren Sabina!
It seems like you were just born, but at the same time, it’s hard to imagine our life without you. You are so very dear to us and we love you more than we can put into words. Thank you for being you: sweet, funny, spunky, feisty, smart and beautiful. Seeing your smile in the morning makes every day worthwhile.
You share a birthday with Bob Dylan, who is 70 years old today. Papa thinks what Bob has to say fits you like a glove: “He not busy being born is busy dying.” Keep on, keepin’ on, little birdie. We’ll be here, trying to keep up with you.
arrghh
Invite update. I have a love/hate relationship with the USPS, arrrghh. So I took an enveloped invite to the post office to see how much postage I needed (thinking maybe two stamps). Guess how many it required? 4 stamps. Four stamps! 4. Lord help me. The friendly clerk said that it couldn’t be thicker than a 1/4″ to be considered a letter, so back to the sucker drawing board. I decided to get a flatter sucker and they’re also organic so it’s all meant to be. I suppose.
New sucker, new look. I don’t love the wrapper, but we’ll just have to go with it.
Invites? Check.
The little birdie turns two next week, woah! It’s a good thing I’ve regained my energy after the first-trimester slump because my nesting instincts are kicking into high gear. Nesting AND celebrating really. We’re planning a party for Wren over Memorial Day weekend when we’ll have family in town for the long weekend and it’ll be here before I know it.
This week, I finished up the birthday invites and will be sending them out today. If I write that, then a trip to the USPS has to happen. I want to share them with you because I think they came out great. Let me know what you think!
So here’s how I did it:
1) Take a photo of your child making a fist. This was easier said than done as the little birdie wanted to make TWO fists. Two would’ve been OK, but then that would necessitate two suckers in each. Plus her fists kept ending up right in front of her face. But finally, we got a pretty good shot of one fist, to the side. Here’s an outtake:
2) Then I brought the chosen photo into InDesign (any layout program would work) and created a 5 X 7 document with the party invitation at the bottom of the card.
3) I then made a .jpg of the invite and uploaded the image to an online photo service (Snapfish, Shutterfly, Kodak, they’re all fine) for printing.
4) A few days later, they arrived. Yippee! I just love getting mail, don’t you?
5) Grab yourself a bag of suckers (next time I might get some flat ones to make mailing them a bit easier…) and an X-Acto knife. Let the fun begin!
6) Cut about a 1/4″ – 1/2″ slit at the top of the fist and one at the bottom of the fist and slip the sucker through the holes. Voila! You’ve got your sucker card.
Lovelies, I didn’t just wake up one morning with this brilliant idea. Far from it. Thanks be to the Internet and the Blogosphere of endless ideas. I was inspired by an idea for a Valentine’s Day card I had seen over at Design Mom. And she borrowed the idea from Alissa. Let me know if you make one and send me a link.
Party on!
P.S. You might notice our gift note at the bottom. We originally wanted to have a “no gifts” party because we don’t want a bunch more stuff, but know that people often feel they want to contribute something to honor the birthday. So after agonizing over it for a while, we decided to ask people to consider making a small contribution to a swingset that we plan to build soon. This way, it’s something everyone can use and enjoy! What are your thoughts on “no gifts” parties, lovelies?
UPDATE: I decided to change the sucker for mailing purposes because it was going to require, get this, FOUR stamps.
pizza party!
One of my favorite decadent foods is pizza. You too? I thought so. So I thought it would be fun to revisit the local-only pizza tasting party I had for my birthday last month. We are grateful to have a lot of independently-owned pizza joints in the Traverse City area and we love to support the mom-and-pops, but I always forget what I like the best. Hence, a pizza tasting party! Plus, wine and cheese tasting parties are so 2005, right?! Ha. Actually, if you invited me to one, I would be very excited and try to wear a pretty dress, but I digress…
So here’s how it worked. I invited a bunch of friends and their families to come to a local microbrewery that allows patrons to bring in their own food. Each family was assigned a different locally-made pizza to bring. I assigned the pizza place to each family based on geography so it would help with pick-ups on the way to the brewery. Each family got to choose what kind of pizza they ordered. I originally thought I wanted to have two categories, e.g., cheese or meat, to even the playing field, but Chris and I decided this would be too bossy (who, me?) and each family would have more fun if they picked out their own kind. People then ordered and brought the pizzas, or had them delivered to the brewery, around 5 p.m. on a Saturday. I thought this would be a family-friendly time for a party and also would be quieter at the brewery.
I created simple signs for each pizza that we posted and we cut most of the pizzas into smaller pieces upon arrival.
Let the mayhem fun begin!
I created a “Local Pizza Tasting Card,” that guided the tasting experience. The categories under consideration were: appearance, crust, toppings, cheese and overall favorite pizza. Each person circled his/her favorite choice in each category.
Hard work, but someone had to do it…
And the overall favorite? Pizza from our favorite Italian restaurant, Trattoria Stella. Crispy, airy, cheesy, fresh, seasonal toppings… ooh la la. Of course, there weren’t any pizzas that people didn’t like, but we all got great ideas for branching out into the cornucopia of toppings that our local pizza joints offer. Therein lies the beauty of a tasting party! Most of us wouldn’t ordinarily commit to a Friday night pizza for the family with something new like roasted eggplant and goat cheese, or chicken with blue cheese and bbq sauce. But now, heck yes we would! Delish.
Dear pizza, you are a wonder food that often brings me back from the dead. And unites my friends and family. For this I thank you, pizza!
what she’s into
Wren is now 20 months old. That means she’s on the cusp of two. Yikes! In fact someone asked me recently how old she is now and I even said “almost two.” I’m getting a little sick of declaring how many months she is. Other parents of young children understand, but still. Another thing parents of young children understand is that we’re tired of talking about being tired. I think discussing how much (or little!) your child sleeps is just about as interesting as sorting through a sock drawer. It passes the time, but how much does it really say about a person? It’s akin to sharing thoughts on the weather forecast. Everyone does it, but it doesn’t make it meaningful. I’d rather focus on how someone enjoys spending her wakeful hours. So what’s the little birdie really into these days? Thanks for asking.
- eggs
- stickers
- painting, drawing, coloring, scribbling, occasionally eating a marker tip
- reading books
- watching Jungle Book and Dumbo
- dipping Oreos (“Joe Joes!”) into milk and making a huge, yummy mess
- talking, talking, talking – so many clear words now, I’ve lost count! Yesterday’s additions? Gosh, fun, honey, rats!
- brushing and flossing her teeth and then spitting into the sink
- playing with her babies and acting like a baby
- having a dance party with Papa
- running in circles around the house
- Check out the Eco Clean Solutions website (please, God, help me to find half as much enjoyment in cleaning),
- playing in the snow and riding in her sled while yelling “weeeeeeee!”
- being sweet one minute and CRAZY the next
- laughing, goofing around and being the funny one in our nest
- playing and singing ring around the rosie, trot ole Joe and row, row, row your boat, the wheels on the bus and the itsie bitsie spider
- watching a slideshow of herself on the computer. Points to the computer and yells, “Wren Wren Wren!”
such a delightful, charming, feisty little girl, that little birdie. Clearly not a baby anymore.
18 things
Today our little birdie is 18 months old! I know it’s trite to say “time flies,” but it really DOES. It seems like we just celebrated her first birthday and it also seems like she was just born. Last week, maybe? Time plays tricks on us though because it seems on the other hand that she’s been with us forever; she’s such an integral part of us. So I’ve been thinking about the last eighteen months and what I’ve learned. So here you are, dear readers, 18 things that have dawned on me in the last 18 months…
18 things
- I do not like yogurt with fruit on the bottom. The time it takes to stir it up to a consistency that will make the birdie happy is not worth the result. At all.
- I am not particular about diapers. Anymore. First I started out using some cloth, then eco-disposables and now I buy the cheap Target brand and that’s fine with me. At least they don’t sport licensed characters. That’s where I draw the line. Yes, my green guilt has vanished. Bigger fish to fry.
- A couple Baby Einstein DVDs I checked out from the library have saved the day on many occasions. Do I think they will make Wren smarter? No. Do they buy me 20 minutes while I’m trying to get dinner on the table or have a conference call with a client without a toddler playing with the phone? Absolutely.
- Here’s where I gush. I had no idea I could love anyone or anything so much. Awww. Really, it’s truly amazing.
- Being a girl is a lot of fun. Wren has reminded me of this. It’s a riot to dress up, wear colorful things, be obnoxious, cute and silly. We should do more of it, eh?
- Working from home sounds idealistically dreamy, but it is really difficult. Balance, schmalance.
- Hot caffeine is so much better than cold caffeine. Plain potato chips are far superior to the super crunchy, kettle-fried kind.
- I used to love to sleep in whenever I could, but now the only time I get to myself is early in the morning so I’m motivated to get my a** out of bed before life begins to swirl all around me again.
- I miss going to the movies. Especially the part about escaping to another world and not worrying about someone else.
- The only thing about being pregnant that I miss is that my hair didn’t fall out then.
- While I miss the camaraderie of an office environment, I don’t miss wearing “big girl” shoes.
- Blue eyes are the most beautiful when they’re on your own child. Especially when I never pictured my child with blue eyes.
- I can now understand why people are protective of their children. She was INSIDE of me after all. Woah.
- There is not much better in the world than the sound of your child’s laughter.
- I thought for sure I’d have a child who was a good eater, but after starting off as a good eater, she’s quickly turned into a normal toddler who–left to her own devices–would prefer to only eat candy and sausage. Sigh.
- I thought the little birdie would be weaned by now too, but the boob is still a fundamental part of her life so that’s how it is and I’m thankful to have this relationship with her. I know a day will come when she’ll want nothing to do with me or my boob (Mom, how ridiculous!), but I’m happy to be the center of her milky universe for now.
- Even on the days that are difficult and completely draining and only lead to long, sleepless nights, the sight of the little birdie with her big smile and wild hair in the morning never fails to make me smile.
- I’ve given up reading child-rearing books; they only serve to make one feel bad. I’ve learned to do the best I can on a day-to-day basis and be happy with my choices and know that as long as the little birdie is happy and healthy, laughing and exploring, all is well.