I think I'm solar-powered...
I have SO much more energy on sunny days. My house is actually starting to look clean and I spent the afternoon sewing for my sister's baby gift. But I still haven't figured out how to get flames on the diaper bag without looking cheesy...but I have gone as far as I can go without sewing in the flap, so when I do figure it out then I can just put the bag together and it will be ready for the mail!
After my energy boost I crashed and stared at Reading Rainbow with Amy, and then I looked at fabric for my next sewing project. I got it into my head that I was going to use up all my flannel and clear out the box, (like make an assortment of pack-n-play sheets and a bunch of baby gowns for people that I have other gifts planned) but as I sorted it, I realized that I may as well hang on to it because I had the material to make great baby gifts, like a receiving blanket with a matching baby gown, and there will be more babies in the future, even with the boom now. I think it would make more sense to work on emptying my other random material box for the sake of space, and save the flannel for the next time I want to make a nice gift. So, that liberates me from quite a bit of sewing in the immediate future, which is nice because I still have to do another diaper bag by the end of July and my back will appreciate a little less leaning over.
I finally gave up and put cabinet locks on the kitchen cupboard to keep Kate out of the garbage. I still believe in teaching boundaries over massive childproofing, but Kate kept eating out of the garbage and I didn't want to risk that she would eat something to make herself sick before she got that she was supposed to stay out of the trash. I didn't put locks on anything with Amy because she wasn't as persistent as Kate, but yesterday I pulled so much stuff out of her mouth that I dug a pack of locks out of the garage and asked David to install them as soon as he got home, which he did successfully. So far Kate can't open that cupboard, and she's tried many times. But sheesh, those things are annoying.
Speaking of Kate, that girl...she climbs on everything, sticks everything in her mouth, if we leave the door open for a second she's outside and halfway across the lawn, we can't keep toilet paper on the roller anymore because she immediately pulls it all off, we have to keep chairs pushed in at the table because if we leave them out she'll climb all the way up to the table... When she wakes up in the morning she already has this look of mischief on her face, and I bet I know what she's thinking. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun today! First I'm going to go pull over that cup of water mom left on the end of the table, and then there's a fresh roll of toilet paper, which must be a sign someone is coming to visit because that's the only time mom puts it on the wall now, so of course that has to come off. Then I think I'll suck on a Desitin tube until someone takes it away. And I still haven't successfully climbed in the dryer, so maybe I'll have a go at that. And of course I need to figure out how to break the lock so I can keep having my snacks out of the trash can..."
After my energy boost I crashed and stared at Reading Rainbow with Amy, and then I looked at fabric for my next sewing project. I got it into my head that I was going to use up all my flannel and clear out the box, (like make an assortment of pack-n-play sheets and a bunch of baby gowns for people that I have other gifts planned) but as I sorted it, I realized that I may as well hang on to it because I had the material to make great baby gifts, like a receiving blanket with a matching baby gown, and there will be more babies in the future, even with the boom now. I think it would make more sense to work on emptying my other random material box for the sake of space, and save the flannel for the next time I want to make a nice gift. So, that liberates me from quite a bit of sewing in the immediate future, which is nice because I still have to do another diaper bag by the end of July and my back will appreciate a little less leaning over.
I finally gave up and put cabinet locks on the kitchen cupboard to keep Kate out of the garbage. I still believe in teaching boundaries over massive childproofing, but Kate kept eating out of the garbage and I didn't want to risk that she would eat something to make herself sick before she got that she was supposed to stay out of the trash. I didn't put locks on anything with Amy because she wasn't as persistent as Kate, but yesterday I pulled so much stuff out of her mouth that I dug a pack of locks out of the garage and asked David to install them as soon as he got home, which he did successfully. So far Kate can't open that cupboard, and she's tried many times. But sheesh, those things are annoying.
Speaking of Kate, that girl...she climbs on everything, sticks everything in her mouth, if we leave the door open for a second she's outside and halfway across the lawn, we can't keep toilet paper on the roller anymore because she immediately pulls it all off, we have to keep chairs pushed in at the table because if we leave them out she'll climb all the way up to the table... When she wakes up in the morning she already has this look of mischief on her face, and I bet I know what she's thinking. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun today! First I'm going to go pull over that cup of water mom left on the end of the table, and then there's a fresh roll of toilet paper, which must be a sign someone is coming to visit because that's the only time mom puts it on the wall now, so of course that has to come off. Then I think I'll suck on a Desitin tube until someone takes it away. And I still haven't successfully climbed in the dryer, so maybe I'll have a go at that. And of course I need to figure out how to break the lock so I can keep having my snacks out of the trash can..."