Easiest diaper change ever.

Today at PDO must have been down right exhausting. Indy pooped and fell asleep on the way home. We leave less than a mile from PDO. When we got home, I got her out of the car seat, took her shoes off, put her on the changing table, changed her #2 diaper, put a new one on her, wait! take her picture, finish the diaper, then put her in her crib. She never woke up!!! Now that was easy.

A new medium!

I've put the glue gun away. Not like away forever or even like away for a while. Just like away for this project. I've found a new medium! A really, really easy one. All thanks to some of my crafting favorites.
Paint! Fabric paint. Do you know how easy it is? Let me show you...

Okay, so I got a T-shirt. Cut the word(s) on plain o' paper with the Cricut to make sure it fit. 

It totally fit! So I used the 'repeat last' function on the Cricut and loaded in some (da da da daaaa) contact paper! YES, it totally works in the Cricut! (Also, totally aware of the over-usage of the word totally!)

Now, that you've got that contact paper in place, paint it!!

Add a shamrock and let dry. Super cute! Super easy!!

Little Sister got one, too, but I'm not brave enough to let her try it on until March 17th. 

Motherhood changes your perspective.

Once upon a time, way back when I was in college and had roommates, there was a weekend in which both roommates were gone. I don't know why they were gone or how it happened that they were gone on the same weekend but I remember being happy about it. Ah, alone time.  I remember very specifically telling a friend that I was super happy to have the apartment to myself for the weekend and the first thing I was going to do when I got home was "pee with the door open!"
Today, I realize how great it is to pee with the door closed (and it not get opened in mid stream).

Home for Christmas

Being at our home for Christmas was wonderful. No hustle, no bustle. No stress, no drama (except for that oven door, which just finally got fixed on Monday!).
Kinsey slept in her bed the whole night, which was a huge present for both mommy and daddy. And around 7:00a she came strolling in to wake us up to open presents. 7:00am! 

Getting started! Indy got a rocking horse that looks like a dragon. Kinsey's unwrapped gift was a bike 

The first thing she opened was a Hopscotch mat she had been asking for, for months.

Indy opening a present.

Even Rocket made the Nice List.

Kinsey's gift from Indy.

HEY that's moms! You can't open it.

Getting some help from daddy.

Now she's getting it.

She likes it!

We told her to go put it in her pile. AND she listened!

Indy's gift from Kinsey.

What is it?

WHOA! 

It's a LeapPad!!! (A month later and she still loves it. Totally worth all the trouble to get one!)

Daddy made the Nice List, too!

Christmas happiness is walking on wrapping paper!

And it was a white Christmas. Here in Southern New Mexico, it was a White Christmas! A real one with about 8" of snow. Good snow.  Snowman making kinda snow. Thanks for the Christmas present, Mother Nature.

So, I'm not done?

Mrs. Felts popped it on me yesterday that I need 30 Valentine's. 3-0! Not 10 as original thought, but 30! Okay, so don't panic. "We have time. We're leaving to go out of town for four days, but we've got time," I say to myself as I'm biting my nails.  Quick think of something. OR head to Pinterest and let them think of something.  Luckily, I had this really cute pin that looked something like my final project.

Take some pictures of Kinsey holding her hand out just right. And smile!

Take one!

Take nine! (I'll spare you the in between.)

Perfect.

Upload to Walgreens with a Valentine's border. Select pick up right away.

Cut hole above and below the hand. Add sucker!

Now, can I be done?

Masterpiece

What in the world are you to do with every piece of artwork your child makes?! Kinsey's artwork drawer was over flowing and she's only 3. A friend had mentioned that I should just take a picture of everything then toss it, unless it was really special. So, with the help of Pinterest I created a Masterpiece board.  It's right inside the garage door, so we see it all the time. Kinsey is very proud to hang her work there. We started it in September 2011. Here are some of the pieces. The first photo being the an overview, if you will, and the following are more of a close up of some of the really special or fun pieces.  

First artworks to make the board. This was shortly after Indy's 1st birthday. The ladybug pages were from Indy's party. The Easter drawing is not time sensitive. I have no clue how we had an Easter page lying around.

This was one of, if not the first thing Kinsey brought home from Big school. She colored it on the easel and when Mrs. Felts asked her what she had drawn, she responded, "It's a whale! I'm giving him a bath." Doesn't that just make you smile?

Mrs. Felts asked her to draw lines. 

They learn about their names and why each persons name is special.

She did some painting at Big school, as well as learning about triangles.

"Kinsey, what did you draw?"
"Kinsey in her bed!"
Silly, Mrs. Felts. How could you not tell that? 

I'm super impressed with her ability to draw the line from Jesus to the lost sheep. Way to go, Kins!

At Big school, they talked about policemen and made hats and badges. She liked wearing hers.

The spiders were made at Little school.

Kinsey's coloring is becoming more controlled. There aren't just scribbles on a page here, these were made with purpose.

After carrying this paper around for about a week, she decided it was time to color it. "Sit Like a Dancer," it reads. Yes, she got this from dance class. 

Indy's spider!

There's a lot of stuff on this one!

The girls made us Christmas cards at Little school.  These fall into that "special don't toss" pile!

Made by Kinsey at Big school.

Made by Kinsey at Little school. 

I've lost it.

It seems I've lost my sense of humor. And it feels like I know exactly where I put it. I just can't seem to find it. It's just too dark in here right now. I guess, when you lose your balance because the world stopped turning there for a minute, that's what happens. I'm not sure I've regained my balance yet. Maybe, hopefully, when I do, I'll find my sense of humor, too.