Quote of the Day

As he emptied the dishwasher this morning...

Caleb:

"If someone has a knife, they want to cut you."

"If someone has a spoon and fork, they want to eat you."

Summery Welcome

My sister, Kristin, posted a crafty wreath on her blog a few weeks ago.  She offered to make me one, but I just could resist going out and buying my own supplies in two days flat.

And then, I copied her project, which she copied from someone else.  We'd have been in so much trouble in high school.  Copying is an automatic zero.  Thankfully, you are the only ones grading my work.

Here's the beautifully simple yarn and felt wreath on our front door.

Now, if I could only move this creative streak toward the mantle.  We've still got Easter going on up there...

Baby #3: Ultrasound

What?!?

I let Facebook get the upper hand!

I neglected to post the ultrasound photo and reveal baby #3's gender here on the good 'ole faithful blog.

I had a follow-up appointment last Thursday, June 2nd to take a closer peek at baby's personal parts.

I'm so sorry I didn't tell you.

According to the ultrasound tech, we are having another GIRL!!!

Name discussions are still underway.  Stay tuned...

Baby #3: 23 weeks

How I'm feeling: 
Froggy.  At least the baby is feeling froggy.  I'm feeling her move frequently...typically when I lay down to get some shut eye.  In other pregnancy news, I'm way excited about finding a new (to me) maternity swimsuit at the local resale shop.  A major score at $6!  And I've already used it 4 times in a week!  I could get excited about being in the water that much every week!  A girl's gotta do something to stay cool when it's over 100 degrees outside.


BabyCenter says:
Turn on the radio and sway to the music. With her sense of movement well developed by now, your baby can feel you dance. And now that she's more than 11 inches long and weighs just over a pound (about as much as a large mango), you may be able to see her squirm underneath your clothes. Blood vessels in her lungs are developing to prepare for breathing, and the sounds that your baby's increasingly keen ears pick up are preparing her for entry into the outside world. Loud noises that become familiar now — such as your dog barking or the roar of the vacuum cleaner — probably won't faze her when she hears them outside the womb.

Crafting with Caleb: Birdseed Cakes (FAIL)

I tried my best to follow the instructions given HERE.

I used Knox Gelatine.

I mixed the same amounts that were recommended.  

We saw the project through, but the birdseed cakes just wouldn't congeal.  

As soon as I tried holding them by the loop, they fell apart.  

I tried leaving them in the freezer for a few hours days, but nothing worked!

Caleb had fun making them either way.  

I tried just laying them on the concrete patio for the birds, but they attracted ants.  

Fire ants = trouble.

Caleb's forgotten about them by now, so they're off to the garbage.

Bunked

I'm contemplating the purchase of bunk beds in the near future.  Top bunk for Caleb, bottom bunk for Sarah.

Does anyone have any tips about bunk beds?

How about bunk beds that can be separated into twin beds later?

Wood vs. Metal?  Is this just preference or a durability issue?

Here is one I'm thinking looks pretty good and in price range:

White Wal-Mart Twin Size Bunk Bed

Oberon White Bunk Bed

Random Thoughts...

...that aren't so random to me!

• If every person in the world produces boogers, why are there not obvious boogers everywhere?
• My house is messier on the days that I forego the contacts or glasses.  I guess I just really can't see the mess.
• There is so much lint in my lint trap after only 4-5 loads of laundry (I know I'm supposed to empty it after each use).  Why do my clothes not just disappear?  I'm not saying I want them to, but why don't they?
• I have a love-hate relationship with Victoria's Secret.  I love the free panty coupons I get from time to time.  I love the $10 off any bra purchase that I receive in the mail.  I really do love my girly panties and my swimsuit from there.  BUT I hate the fact that just about every picture in the mailer catalog is airbrushed.  Trust me, the women of America would still envy those tiny little model bodies without the obvious fixes and enhancements.   So, stop it!