Sticker Fun

There aren't many places to go when you don't have a car AND it's been raining cats and dogs outside. So, this last week, I pulled out all of my scrapbooking supplies and started to dig through them. I found all of my really old and will NEVER use stickers. That's when I had a brilliant idea. My little Sweet Pea could play with the supplies that I will never use.

Here is what we did:
We stickered and colored the inside of an old cereal box. Since this was her first experience with stickers, she was a little angry that they wouldn't come off once put on. But after a few minutes she found the fun in putting them down and smashing them. It lasted for a whole hour. Fantabulous!!

I Stand Corrected!

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about my ward. I mentioned the funny segregation of ages that goes on in Sunday School class. Then this last time we went, we were greeted by this sign on the door:

Combined Priesthood Relief Society Meeting

Young Singles & Young Marrieds - 3rd Overflow
Mature Singles & Mature Marrieds -Relief Society Rm
Single Seniors & Empty Nester's -Young Womens Rm
Young Men & Young Women - Upstairs

I couldn't believe my eyes. Especially days after I had just posted about it. I laughed out loud and couldn't help but take a picture to share with all you lovely people. I told my Hubby, "I'm mature." He responded, "I'm not." I said, "see you in an hour then." He laughed at me.

Apparently there is a new rule about learning from each other and enjoying each others company. ONLY allowed to be done with those in your same age group! I missed that letter being read over the pulpit in Sacrament. Did you?

Beauty Lesson #3: Kids Make-Up

I have a growing little girl who notices EVERYTHING I do. And wants to do it all. This includes putting on my make-up. I know that lots of people have rules about when their little girls get to wear make-up or nail polish, but I just don't want to have one more thing (I'm sure there will be many) to fight about over the growing up years. I figure that make-up is one I can control because I do the buying and I say when. So, when it comes to the morning get ready time, I made it make-up time.

Sweet Pea will grab my make-up bag and bring it to the bathroom. She climbs up the stool in front of the sink and starts going through my bag. I put on my eye liner, and then shadow. Sweet Pea gets her own little bit of shadow. (the lightest shade I have) Then I put on my mascara. While I'm doing things that she doesn't get to use, I have a couple of make-up brushes that she uses on herself. If I get to the blush that day, she gets a little dash. Then we brush our teeth together before applying our lipstick.

Sweet Pea LOVES make-up time. She gets to be just like mommy without compromising her cute toddler look. When she gets a little older and starts wanting to use mascara, then I will go buy those throw away mascara brushes and use them without the color. Like having a razor for a little boy without the actual razor part.

This time is also time for me. I have a chance to get ready for the day AND my Sweet Pea doesn't feel like she has to wine and cry about wanting to do what I do OR wanting something else. It's a taste of bliss for me.

This past weekend Sweet Pea was getting her make-up on while I was and I just hadn't noticed what she had grabbed. You are already envisioning it aren't you? The Lipstick. Bright Pink, by the way. She had it out and was putting it on herself. I was afraid she was going to get it all over her Sunday dress, but she didn't. I was ONLY around her lips. Right where it was supposed to be. Completely cute. AND funny. See, she really is learning something.

Not too bad for her first venture with make-up on her own.


What are your make-up rules?

Doctor Reactions

I went to the Dr. this morning and she told me that my blood pressure is a little high and that my urine sample is a 2+ and if my tests come back positive that I will have to go on bed rest.

Is it truly horrible if I am trying to get everything on "my lists" done before I hear that I can't do it anymore?

Shhhhh.

Don't tell.

Embellished Baby Burp Cloths

I have been trying to get through some of my never ending scraps and thought that embellishing some burp rags would be cute for my Green Bean when he gets here. Here are a couple that I did:


Easy-peasy and now they aren't boring.

Sickness and Sewing

There is one good thing about my little Sweet Pea being sick this week. I got to do some sewing!

Now you know about my sewing machine having struggles with its tension, but what you don't know is that the lack of tension in the thread is just rebellion spurting out from my machine. My machine is a jealous machine. I don't have the extra money to go get my machine serviced, so I borrowed my moms machine. We brought it to my house and as I was cleaning up around my machine, I figured that I would try it one more time before I took it down and put up my moms. IT WORKED. Just fine. Like there had never been anything wrong. It didn't want me to use another machine, I just know it.

Anyway, I finished all the pages for my quiet book. Now I just have to bind them. You WILL get pictures soon. I also embellished some burp rags. And I sewed my Eye Spy Bag together. I haven't filled it yet. I don't know what to have her spy.

Any Suggestions?

Prayers Whispered Beside Me

There are just some days that I find myself completely engrossed in other peoples blogs. I can't help it. I'm addicted. I usually drop a few minutes here and there at the computer instead of a few hours at a time. I feel that is quite unfair to my little learning Tazmanian running around. She just needs me.

So, today during one of my little ditty's on the computer I hear "Amen." I immediately turn to look and a few feet away from me on the floor is my Sweet Pea folding her arms, bowing her head, and saying, "Amen."

She tends to be the one to remind me of a lot of things. Brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and praying. The praying is the reminder that is the hardest for me. God and I aren't exactly calling each others numbers a couple of times a day. We are more like Facebook friends. I post on His wall and don't hear anything from him for months/years. It's okay. We enjoy our friendship. Apparently my little one has a more intimate relationship with Him than I do. That works for them. This works for us.

It's a good thing I have a one year old to remind me to do things. I might never get ready in the morning. Oh wait! I don't.

How to Stay Out of a Calling. . .

At the moment, I am a member of two different wards. This is, of course, unofficial. We attend our second ward as much as our "home" ward. We figure it's about every other week. This isn't because I HATE my new ward, they aren't so bad. Relief Society is a little fluffy, but overall, not so bad. It's just because there are so many holidays, birthdays, events that our family gets together for. And family is the most important, right?

Not attending on a regular basis has it's perks. The first and foremost being no callings. We've been here 7 months and don't have any. I think it's for the better. It has helped to keep my pregnancy stress levels down. Way farther than last time. Okay, really this is the only perk. Really we have no friends here either. Our only friends in the ward bought a new house and moved away. Now what do I do? Stand up in front of the Relief Society and beg for a friend? Now that would make RS bad. And I really don't want to be the next ward project. Bleh.

I would like to say that the reason we don't have friends is because we don't go to our ward, but we make friends at our "other" ward. We even have people, every week, ask if we are in their ward now. I don't get why it's so hard here.

Maybe it's all the old people in this ward? The segregation is actually comical. For example, there are two Sunday School classes possible to attend. All the people under the age of 30 go to one room and all those over 30 to the other room. This is NOT a ward commandment. It just happens. Even when they swap the teachers in the rooms, it still happens. Really funny. I do have to admit that I take my 1 year old into the older class on purpose. They need to be reminded that there are little ones around. (I get a LOT of evil looks for her babbling.) Secretly I enjoy this.

I understand now how my age group is the one the "church" loses the most of. We get forgotten. We haven't even had someone come over to find out anything about us. Never met with the Bishop, except for setting up our own tithing settlement the first week we were here. No visiting teachers (this I don't mind, but I would be okay with a visit once every quarter.) No home teachers. Nothing. It gets depressing after a while. It makes me want to drive the 40 minutes it takes to go to our "other" ward. They at least know we are alive.

Any ideas on how to make a friend here?

Half Way To The Light

I just can't believe that I am 23 weeks along. I know that I'm only half way, but it's gone by way faster than my last pregnancy. There are way more random days of nausea. But overall, a pretty decent pregnancy.

It is partly going by quick because I have a toddler to chase after. She keeps me so busy. Exercising, reading, movies (yes she demands this one), diapers, baths, food, laundry, and dishes. There is just never an end to her demands. Especially the fits she throws if I try to start the laundry or dishwasher without her. She is so funny.

I think the other reason my pregnancy is going by so quick is that I know this is the last time I have to be pregnant. No more aches and pains. No more not being able to do heavy lifting. No more exhausted feelings. No more headaches. No more nausea. It will be wonderful. I'm so excited. It just makes my days more bearable; even wanted. Because the faster they come the sooner it's over.

Now maybe this sounds a little weird to you, but it gets me through my tough days. It's the light at the end of my tunnel. A breath of fresh air. AND I can't wait.

Dairy Free Easter Basket

I know that it's been a week and you probably don't remember, but I wanted to update you anyway. I was really struggling to figure out what to do for my Sweet Pea for her Easter Basket since she was not only a toddler who doesn't need a ton of sweets, but allergic to dairy as well.

This is what the Easter Bunny came up with at our house:

Dollar Store Crayola Books
Baked Lays
Cheerios and Shreddies in the plastic eggs
Dollar Store Disney coloring book
Dollar Store plastic watering can


The Crayola Books were a HUGE hit. And I love them too. I get to teach her what all the things are and she LOVES pointing out the things she already knows and can say. Completely fun.

The plastic watering can became a big hit when we got to the tub that night. She loves filling it up and watching it pour out.

Yeah for a fantabulous 1st Easter.