Glitter

You know those dining rooms in magazines where they have a rug under the dining room AND they also have small children? 

The magazine brought that rug right?

Because underneath my dining room table is:

glitter
pancakes
shredded toilet paper
the same pair of shoes I threw into my child's room four other times this afternoon
my toddler

So I'm going to have to call B.S. on this article from Apartment Therapy saying dining room rugs can be practical.  Lately I've been feeling slightly discouraged without hope in my quest to keep the house clean habitable.

Is there some magical secret to keeping your house spotless with children? 

I suspect this is the secret

I've totally reversed my decision on that whole outdoor baby cage thing.

 

My favorite glitter creation and what my face looks like cleaning up glitter.

Me and the glittery one.

Glitter is Caleb's favorite. 

#glitter

Oops...

Dear Blog Readers (aka no one),

I'm sorry I forgot about you.  Let's agree to pretend that last year's resolution was to not post on my blog. 

I was incredibly successful.  Go me. 

I'm an inspiration.

That level of success is just too difficult to live up to for two years in a row though, (row, though, bow, sow...) so this year I'm resolving to post on this blog AT LEAST once.

Pats self on back.

Actually I pondered resolutions and there are two three things I would like to try a little harder to do this year, and those are:

1) be a little more organized

2) spend my time in a more purposeful way

3) stop apologizing for my choices and actions that don't warrant an apology (we're all different and that's ok)

That is (in reference to #2), if I'm spending Saturday morning doing next to nothing, I want it to me a mindful next to nothing.  Not a mindless browsing of the internet.  A mindful drinking of coffee and reading, in such a way that I'm actively enjoying what I'm doing.   I'm not doing a great job of putting my thoughts into words here, but I know what I mean. 

Like that Vonnegut quote, "I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"  As Gordan et al. summarized it "Give your own happiness a bit of brain space."

That being said, I'm done with my coffee, but here is one little thing that I'm happy about this year.

Here is a little corner of the living room where I can sit and drink coffee.  The living room is teeny tiny in this new house and I'm sort of in love with it.  In our old house we had vaulted ceilings, making decorating with smaller things pretty much impossible. For me.  I'm not so good with visualizing the right scale of decor with such big walls OR visualizing spending the cost of large paintings, decor, etc.  Anyway, I like the new living room.  It is very cozy and homey and just a place I enjoy being. 

I also like that TJMaxx tag on the wall.  I'll get to it.  Just as soon as I (trails off noncommittally...)

Review: What I remember of August and September 2013

~August~

Ok, honestly I don't remember much.  According to my camera, Mili built a lot of towers, stopped fitting into 2T clothes, and that was all.

~September ~

MJ decided she would no longer put up with the baby cage, so we transitioned from the crib...

to a toddler bed.  I swear it was just last week we were expertly hammering that crib together with a meat mallet, using our expert craftmenshipness, and thinking expertly idealistic parenting thoughts. 

Shortly thereafter Mili declared renewed an all out war on sleepy time and since then Caleb and I have dutifully returned to wearing "new parent zombie face."  In September we also traveled to Florida for the memorial of my Gramps.  I managed to only take one picture of the entire trip (Mili eating syrup... yeah I don't know), but my uncle took this nice picture of the cousins and Nana.

Treasure.

And Mili made a playmate in September which allowed me to occasionally finish complete thoughts as she and her playmate entertained / fought tooth and nail with one another.

MJ: "Ha ha ha!  She thinks we're going to eat this."

LL: "Pssh!  She thinks what now?"

LL: "Moms are hilarious.  Now bring me a cheese stick, woman!"

MJ and I also went to the Hot Springs Hot Air Balloon Festival balloon glow.  Unfortunately, the actual glowing of the balloons was cancelled due to weather.  Approximately five minutes after this photo was taken it started POURING.  But I got this nice picture of Mili and she got a bubble toy so we're not so torn up about it anymore.

In the background you can see our hopes and dreams for the evening slowly deflating.

Mili looking incredibly torn up inside

/ doesn't know anything is going on because "OMG BUBBLES."

 I'm sure other things happened, but I have no proof of them so...

THE END-ish?

Happenings

House

is becoming

home.

This icky icky pillow in blue and brown became lovely in "citron".  One day the chair will get a makeover too.  In theory.  Also, because the of the way I lined up the envelope pillow cover in the back totally failed to think about the way the fabric lined up on the back of the pillowcase, you get this happy surprise when you turn the pillow around. 

Tell me everyone else sees the pillow smiling at you.  It's not just me, right?  This is pretty much the best way a pillow can surprise you.  

The little ones were creative...

And MJ built towers which she described as "awesome"...

and "amazing".  They were, as is she...

Lazy Sunday and Father's Day

 

The Bell Kiddos Circa 86 or 87?

Happy Father's Day! Caleb, Amelia, and I had a relaxing day of doing a whole lot of nothing.  I did make breakfast this morning, later MJ and I took naps, Caleb actually got to sit down and play a video game... a real rarity.  Then in the evening, we had an "A Few of Caleb's Favorite Things" feast: stuffed mushrooms with cayenne peppers, stuffed jalapeños wrapped in bacon, some Kerrygold Dubliner, and a Father's Day fave, STEAK.

Caleb and MJ reading a bedtime math story.

During our lazy day I found some time to style the coffee table and the bookcases, which is probably functionally pointless with a two year old, but makes me smile, nevertheless.  It is part of "Project Take Back My Home", the goal: to break up a little bit of Mili's monopoly on the shared spaces in our house.  She's two now, knows the ropes (mostly) when it comes to her things vs. the grown ups things, and understands "No" (although she still listens selectively).  I feel like putting breakable things within reach is no longer setting her up for failure, but letting her practice with boundaries.  We've lost one milk glass vase to PTBMH so far, but nothing irreplaceable.

Going to add some pretty flowers... really anything that isn't playdough looks "styled" to me.
P.S.  Thanks for the tray, Momma!

I'm also working to make our house feel like a home.  We've been here over a year and as of this morning, we still had a pile of artwork leaning against a wall in our bedroom, with no real plan of what to do with it.  Today I came up with a plan (hoorah!) and while planning, MJ found one painting and declared it was "Mia's horsey painting".  So I hung it at (toddler) eye level in her bedroom.  It looks completely out of place sandwiched between finger painted construction paper ticky tacked to the wall and a tower of primary colored jumbo cardboard blocks, but it makes Little Bit happy.  And that makes me happy too.

So I feel like our other project, "Make our house a home" is underway too.  Next on the docket, making curtains using a Fabric.com gift card I've had since my birthday (since my birthday! I just can't decide what to get).  Also, reorganizing, decluttering... maybe I'll get really crazy and actually hang up some art or throw down an area rug, who knows?  Oh and plants!  There will be plants!  MJ and I started growing lavender in the windowsill (Thank you to Caleb and Laura).

How about you?  How long does it take you to make your house a feel like a home? Anyone else with experience taking back your living room from a toddler?  Advice? Wisdom?

Much love,

Growing: Letter Recognition

Mili seems to be recognizing new letters everyday lately when we read. 

She recognizes her name when she sees it and she likes practicing writing it (squiggle, line, line, line for M-I-L-I... but the line-line-line is her favorite part).   She also likes to write her name anytime she can find a forgotten crayon left out, or a pencil or pen that Mommy or Daddy left on the table  Her name and her artwork end up everywhere, on the walls, the coffee table, her chair, the washer, the front and back doors, the tile floor, even inside the gas cover on her Cozy Coupe.  Sometimes I think she has a secret stash of writing utensils she has been collecting... saving them for any moment she knows Mom and Dad aren't looking.  =) 

She also recognizes, M, B, P, O, K, J, Y and W pretty consistently as well as I and L (though she switches these up fairly often). "F" was a new letter just today.   

It is really amazing watching her grow and learn!  I'm finishing finals this week, and trying to make sure I still make time to read with her and play with her... Time is flying by lately and she is getting "big" so fast, I can't believe she'll be two next month!  She is an amazing little human being and Caleb and I love her so much.

Reflecting

Stumbled upon this awesome post by The Hippie Housewife on, in a sense, the means and ends of parenting.  It's a question I've been wrestling with this week, particularly since I've had "Friday patience" since Wednesday.  I've been struggling with losing my patience, my perspective, my sense of fairness when I'm exhausted and she's exhausted and everyone is just not getting along.  ...And neither one of us is doing the best we can. 

I guess, in these times, it's important to be reflective.  To take a breather.  To remind myself that I am capable of better.  To remember what I ultimately feel to be right or wrong for me, as MJ's parent. To think about my most deeply held values.  To think about what values I am expressing and teaching my child through my actions, and what kind of love.

 When I'm frustrated and I equate "what works" with what is also right, this is a good reminder:
 
"Parenting for results [is] focusing on the wrong questions... 'How can I make her listen to me?  'How can I get him to do what I want?'  'How can I make her stop doing that?' ... We focus on our desires and lose sight of what we believe to be true.  ...Whatever our desires, however noble our purposes, there is one question that must accompany them all: Are my actions the right actions?
Not will it work, but is it right? In so many other words,

Is this the right choice in this moment?
Does this decision line up with my values?

Many things will achieve my goals, but far fewer things are Good and Right.

Putting on her angelic face. =)

Goals are good. They give us direction for the journey. But when the question of how to achieve them becomes the ultimate question, we too easily lose perspective. Those questions must always be balanced by that one question, is this right?".

Here's to each miraculous chance to do a little better tomorrow.  Much love baby girl.