The good news: MOMMO. What on the ever-loving earth would I have done without a Mommo to text an SOS at 6:45am, who was here to take the kids off my hands before 8:00am? Died, probably. I probably would've died. Instead, she's out on a walk with my kids, babywearing and all, and I'm in my bed with my trusty laptop and the remote control. Catching up on 'Call the Midwife' while my husband is at work and out of earshot, because while the man puts up with a lot of subpar television viewing in this house, and actually EMBRACES some of it (he likes Teen Mom 2 even more than I maybe do, not that he'd admit that in real life), he draws the line at dowdy British accents on a PBS show about childbirth. Can we blame him? No, no we can not.
In other news, my Anthropologie catalog came last week. Oh, helllllooooo, my lovely. I love Anthropologie. LIKE SO MUCH. So much that I could blow my (husband's) whole entire paycheck there and not even feel bad about it. I mean, until we couldn't put food on the table, which might make me feel a smidge bad about it because hungry children andsuch. Anyway, I've been flipping through it all week long, and was kind of taken with these totally adorable little monogram ornaments on the left.
I was about to order three but then was all like "$8 times three plus shipping for STICKS WITH YARN, MANDIE?!" That wouldn't do. And my crafting buzz? The one that hit full force in the pre-holiday months of 2011 before I got pregnant with MG, then flatlined when the First Trimester From Hell came about and zapped me of any and all creative energy (or will to live, even) and didn't come back after that what with the first move and the temporary housing and then the big move and the new baby and such? It's coming back. I've catching the crafting buzz once more, and I have the Hobby Lobby bill to prove it. (If you follow me on Instagram, and I assume you do if you have any sense at all, you already know this.) (mandie716)
So where was I, there, before the feverish rambles? Oh. Yesterday, while the kids were strapped into their boosters at lunchtime watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (which means, they're in a trance and wouldn't notice if the walls fell down around them) and the baby was strapped into her bouncy seat staring at the turtle hanging toy like she'll do for DAYS because she's the best baby EVER, I ran out to the yard. Grabbed a few handfuls of sticks, came inside, broke the sticks up, and did some hot gluing. The whole process took about five minutes. And I had these. Step one.
|no, i did not have two more kids in the week that's gone by since we last spoke.|
for our friends, duh.
|my advance apologies if your kid's name starts with an o. or s.|
Next, we'll talk about these little beauties, and how ridiculously easy and cost-efficient they were to put together, as far as room decor things go. AKA, Anthropologie would've charged me $22 per letter. Plus shipping. Equals NO FOOD ON TABLE.
Happy weekend, yall!