Slowly but surely...

Ever so slowly my "Wall o' Loooooove" is coming together. I now have almost everything I need to put up on the wall (o' Loooooove).

Months and months (and months) ago, I was looking through pictures on facebook from my favorite antique spot. (A spot that is sadly too far away to frequent now that we have moved.) At any rate, there was a picture of something with this quote by Samuel Lover on it, and I absolutely loved it, and I knew I needed to do something with it.

I've had about 22.6 ideas, but this is what I ended up with.

Some of the ideas I had were grand, and some were simple. But I'm glad I went the simple route. I am a simple person, after all.

As with everything I do, I started with a specific idea in mind, and it kind of morphed as I went along and realized what would work and what wouldn't.

I started out with two colors of red scrapbook paper, and I went old school elementary school and weaved them together. I was going to cut the words out of that, but it was really hard to get the craft knife through the two layers of scrapbook paper, so on to the next idea.... I just cut the words out on plain white paper and put it over the weaved scrapbook paper.

I'm happy with how it turned out, with the two colors showing through. And in spite of my lack of skills using the craft knife, I guess I like that it looks like a 3rd grader wrote it :)

If my calculations are correct, I only have two more things to do, and then my Wall o' Looooove will be ready for display! So at the rate I've been going, I should be good to go in about 4 months.

sentimental feelings (emphasis on mental)

So here's the truth: I don't want my kids to grow up.

I planned on keeping jT in his crib until he was 8, but then one night I checked on him, and realized that he practically had to fold himself in half, or hang out of the crib to really fit. So at the beginning of the year, we moved him into a bed.

I hadn't planned on potty training him...ever. (He has a certain poop problem that I won't go into details about, but let's just say--He holds it in, all week.) I was convinced there was no way I'd ever get him in underwear. It didn't stop me from talking about it to him and pointing out other kids that used the "big potty". And then last weekend, after seeing one of his friends wearing underwear and using the potty, he decided it was high time for him to, as well. (Well, he still holds his poop in, but at least he does his other business in there now.)

I remember thinking he'd never talk in sentences. And I swear one day months and months ago, he woke up and spoke to me, and could have conversations with me--with individual thoughts and all.

I remember so clearly when he was a newborn, and holding him in the glider in his room during all hours of the night. He was the tiniest little thing who fit perfectly snugly into my folded arms. And I would just sit there, gliding, content, holding that sweet little baby. Then a couple months ago when he was sick, and I held him in that same rocker, his body completely enveloped mine. I wanted to cry. Ok, I did shed some tears. Because my first baby no longer resembles a baby in any way.

As much as I love the boy he is, I absolutely miss the baby he was. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want him to grow up, and in spite of my best efforts he did it anyway.

My heart absolutely breaks.

We have a new addition to the family!!

Everyone, I'd like you to meet izC.

She is the sweetest little kitty! And one of those cool cats that doesn't constantly want all of your attention, but just wants to follow us around and sit right outside of where all the action is.

And in spite of my children not really being aware of boundaries, personal space, and what is fun for them/annoying to her, she has been so very patient.

(Not that jT has been injury-less since her arrival, but he seems to think her playful scratches are worth it.)

I have been asked how we came to have this here izC, and the story starts about 6 years ago. When juC and I were dating, I expressed my love of cats to him. We always had cats growing up and they were just a part of a happy life. But always renting since moving away from home, I hadn't been able to have one in a long time. Expressing this love of cats to juC was met with him insisting he was allergic to cats, and he'd never get one. But finally, he promised me that when we got married, he'd let me get a cat.

Umm...yeah, we've been married for almost 5 years, and he finally made good on his deal. (Whenever I'd bring up his promise, he'd say "I never said when you could get the cat.") It was quite the battle. But finally, after again being reminded that every kid deserves to grow up with a pet, I made it happen.

She feels right at home with us and we love having her.

For the Wall o' Looooooooove

You wouldn't know this by looking at my last few blog posts, but I seriously never much considered myself to be crafty, or had a whole lot of interest in being so. But thanks to the example of crafty friends, and a desire that started when I became a mother and felt like every mother needed to have some crafting abilities, I have delved into it a little more each year. I mentioned on my wreath post that I want to do a Wall O' Looooooove. And now that we are mostly settled into the new house, and I have almost everything I need for the Wall O' Looooooove, I'm determined to get it put up before this month is over. I know a lot of people are getting their Valentines crafts ready, but believe it or not, this wall is not just for Valentine's Day. This will be a year round display, because as my sister LoW, I LOVE love--and I feel like it should be celebrated all year long, with it's very own wall display.

With all that said, my latest craft to get ready for my Wall O' Looooooooove is this embroidery piece. I was inspired by this piece that I found by chance and absolutely loved. I'd never embroidered before, but basic embroidery looked simple enough. Determined to get everything I wanted for my wall done, I decided to give it a try.

I went to the store, bought all of the materials I needed for embroidery, and gave it a shot. It was a learn as I went experiment. And I have to say, I love the end product.

Now if I could just figure out why all of the washable pen isn't coming out, it would be perfect! Oh, and find the perfect frame. Something I probably should have done before I cut the fabric. But what else can be expected from a newbie?

It's the little things

I very rarely have good ideas. I could probably count my good ideas on one hand. Perhaps even one finger. So when I had this idea, I had to give myself a little pat on the back.

One of my biggest internal debates has been whether or not to get a recipe stand. The thing is...I hate taking up counter space for things. In fact, I'm constantly trying to figure out ways to get stuff off the counters (even normal things like toasters and paper towel holders drive me slightly crazy but I live with it) And even though I wouldn't need a recipe stand on the counter all the time, when I'm making recipes is when I want to free up as much counter space as possible.

So when I put my brain to work and figured out a solution, I was super excited.

Wall mounted microwave + magnet + printed off recipe = perfect solution!

And not only is it up off of the counter thus leaving me more space, but it's also at a great eye level. My other solution was going to be to glue a clip under the cabinets to clip the recipes to, but this one was much easier to execute.