Baby Worth is, amazingly, 3 months old already. I know people say it all the time, but it’s true–it goes too fast! I’m posting a little video tribute to his first three months because that’s the kind of sap I am. When he’s president someday everyone will thank me for making it easy for reporters to dish on his whole life because there it is, right here there on the internet. Thank you to my video software for the instant movie feature! I might not have chosen the graphics, but then I’m posting baby videos on the internet, so who am I to say animated baby rattles are hokey?
OMG, I bought five big bags full of old sheets today at Unique Thrift! I love that store, but the last few times I’d been in the linens selection felt really picked over. Today I went in (Monday is 25% off day!) and made a huge score. I’d been looking for some yellow floral prints with a 70s vibe, because the room Dorothy wants in the house we hope to buy has some crazy yellow 70s flowery wallpaper and Dorothy loves it. She won’t even allow discussion of taking it down. So I was thinking that maybe the best decorating choice is just going to be to embrace the look and make her a quilt of similar-era prints in a color palette of yellows, golds, and a few greens for pop. Because her current lavender/peach/lime green set is just not going to work there.
I’ve got the flush of a successful hunter who just landed some big prey! But don’t laugh–if buying outdated used sheets by the bagful isn’t your thing, then, well, I’m glad because next 25% off day you won’t get them first.
I was at a local store this past week that sells “green” products and fell in love with these cute snack bags. The concept is so great, but the price is a bit high. I’d run across a similar product before (on Etsy, maybe?) and had read about people making them out of PUL and oilcloth, but it seems those fabrics are not necessarily food-safe, so I hadn’t tried making them myself. But after I saw the product in my hand and got to thinking about how easy they would be to make, I did some brainstorming about possible food-safe lining materials and I may have come up with one. I used heavy-duty Ziploc freezer bags. I’m sure they have BPA, but I’m not going to put hot liquid in them, plus we already use (and wash and re-use) Ziploc bags, so I’m at least not changing our household status quo. The benefit of these over disposable snack bags is that the little bags are not usually made out of the same sturdy material as the freezer bags, and thus aren’t reusable in the same way. Plus the little ones always seem to split in the corners, and they definitely aren’t cute. I’m excited to give these a try. We’ll probably be using them for mostly pretzels and crackers, nothing wetter than carrot sticks, so they shouldn’t need much more than a wipe-out after we use them, but they seem sturdy enough that we could immerse and wash them in the sink with our dishes if necessary. If they work I’ll make some more in some kid-approved prints.
Change of seasons means some re-purposing of clothing. These jeans fit everywhere but length, where they were just too long. Long jeans used to be nice when I’d wear tall shoes or boots, but these days tall shoes or boots just seem like a good way to drop a little person from higher up, so I’m mostly sticking with flats. (Someone needs to do an “evolution” chart showing how women go from cute shoes to mom shoes over the course of the decade from, say, 22 to 32 or so.) So I cut off the bottoms of the jeans and turned them into cropped pants, then added some fun fabric and ribbon to embellish them. With the legs of my jeans looking so cute, who will notice my sensible shoes? (Unless I forget again and wear the pink Crocs.)
There was recently a redistribution of tasks at my house that resulted in me now managing our household bills and checkbook. Which is so cool with me, because now I’m absolved of kitty litter duty. Hooray! But I decided if I’m going to be managing the household finances I needed a more organized (and attractive) system than the stacks-of-paper-shoved-in-drawer method employed by my dear husband. (Not to say he wasn’t effective, just that my own organizational needs require more visibility and cuteness.)
Last year I made some sewing cards for Dorothy, the kind where an adult punches holes all around the edges, and a child threads yarn in and out of the holes. She enjoyed doing that to a certain extent, but she definitely didn’t feel like she was sewing (she knew the difference between cardboard and quilting cotton, after all!) and she never asked to do it again. Today it occurred to me that she was plenty old enough to wield a real needle, so I set her up with a beginning sewing project and she did a great job. I just cut out a red felt heart and a strip of blue felt with pinking shears, then guided her through sewing the heart to the strip, then stitching up the sides to make a little pouch. I picked out a rather blunt embroidery needle for her, but sometimes she had trouble getting it through the felt, so I think next time I’ll have to set her up with a sharper one. She feels like the pouch needs a hook and loop closure, so I need to either find hook and look tape she can glue on, or I’ll have to sew that on myself, because it’s hard for anyone to push a needle through Velcro and I don’t want her to get discouraged (or poked). In the meantime she carried the pouch very proudly (deservedly so) to Target with her very own dollar inside.
And I’ve been staying up late watching online tutorials for some software I recently bought but am apparently not smart enough to use, and while I’ve been watching I crocheted a little green soaker for Worth. I’ve made this pattern before and just love it. This should be a great summer diaper with a t-shirt, nice and breathable but with the amazing waterproof qualities of lanolized wool.
A few weeks ago I started some basil seeds in a little windowsill terrarium I have. I’m not really gardening this year–not even tomatoes–because I still hold out hope we’ll move this summer, so I’ve decided just to do a few short-term and portable container projects instead. The little basil plants were outgrowing the terrarium and their pots, so Dorothy and I fixed them up with a new home on the front porch. We repurposed some half-gallon yogurt containers as pots by poking some drainage holes in the bottom. We brushed all-purpose glue on sections, then stuck on colorful squares of tissue. The pots are cute and Dorothy enjoyed the project. Today we transplanted the little plants to our pots and gave them a new home on the front porch. I used soil pellets (expensive but unmessy) that Dorothy loved watching expand in my mop bucket, and Dorothy declared that basil is stinky. Now I hope the little plants enjoy life on the front porch for a few weeks, and then I’ll enlist my small one’s help again to make some pesto.
Dorothy spent the night with her Nana and Opa last night, and Rob and I spent our first night alone with the little guy. Of course we missed all of our girl’s energy around the house, but it was pretty nice to have some time to just shamelessly drool over the beautiful baby without worrying about the feelings of a touchy 4-year-old. Dorothy likes to be involved in Worth’s care to the extent that I’ve been known to sneak around and give him a bath after she’s fallen asleep because I’m concerned that all her “help” will drown the baby, so this quiet morning with her gone was the perfect time to clean him and fuss over his amazing cuteness without her there to assist or witness.