tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32781960564297525112024-03-05T22:35:29.091-08:00A Carpenter's WifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-37826397390347457992013-04-15T19:26:00.001-07:002013-04-15T19:26:55.756-07:00New Life, New BlogSince I can't really call myself a carpenter's wife anymore, I thought it was time for a new blog. It's still under construction, but I want to post, so... check me out/follow me here:<br />
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<a href="http://theprincessandmommy.blogspot.com/">http://theprincessandmommy.blogspot.com/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-43826012704843478562013-02-22T22:27:00.000-08:002013-02-22T22:27:26.752-08:00Putting It All Out ThereSo.... Where do I even start? The D word. Divorce. There, I said it. It's happening. Well, technically not yet, as nothing's been filed legally. We've been separated for almost a year now, and at this point are not getting back together. He's just not interested, and I'm over it. I'm to the point where I refuse to be second best, and will not be the only one trying. If he doesn't want me, then I guess I don't want him. At least that's what I'm telling myself, because truthfully, if he told me tomorrow that he wanted to come home, I'd take him with open arms. I still love him dearly, always will. He is a good person. I would even say we're friends. It's very amicable between us, and I am glad we can still hang out and be friends for Cailin's sake. She is the most important, and we both agree on that. Anyway, that's really it. There's no drama, we just grew apart, and he was not interested in trying to fix it. That's the only thing that kills me. We get along, like I said, we're friends. I know that deep down inside there is a spark that's waiting to be re-lit. If we just TRIED.... but again, that takes work on BOTH parties. So yeah. That's what's happening. <br />
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For the past year we've been trying to short sale our house. We listed it, got tons of offers, sent it to the lender, they took forever to approve it, they sent an appraiser out, appraisal came in WAY above what we had listed it for, all of our offers backed out. We finally have another offer, and have sent it into the bank, and again, are waiting for their response. I'm at the point where I'm pretty much done with dealing with this as well. If this offer falls through, I'm done. I'll let the bank have the house. <br />
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Good news is, I did find a new home! I will be renting. I did NOT want to have to live in an apartment. I hate apartment living, always have. I just wanted a little 2 bedroom/2 bathroom condo.It took a while, but I found one. Well, it's actually 3 bedrooms, which is cool. And it has a 1 car garage. It's in this quiet little community with pretty Pine Trees, so it has a non AZ feel to it, a little. It's older, and the kitchen is a bit ugly, but I'm used to small ugly kitchens I guess. haha! I'm moving in April, and I can't wait to have a little place to call my own. Just me and my girl. She's all I need. <br />
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Other changes happening? Cailin's starting a new daycare on Monday. My sister in law took a job, and I'm very happy for her. It's bittersweet. I'm excited for Cailin to be in a different setting, but sad because I know she loves her Aunt Jen and her cousins so much. But it's not like we won't ever see them again, I'm sure we'll see them often. I was just so lucky that Cai was able to be with family for such a long time. I am nervous for her, but I know she'll do great. My little social butterfly will have so many new friends by the end of her first day I'm sure. The other bonus? She's going to the daycare/preschool center at my work!! SO CONVENIENT! This will cut down on my drive to and from work tremendously. Right now it takes about an hour to leave the house, drop off, get to work, and same leaving. It'll be so awesome to get to go basically straight to and from work. Cute first day of "school" picture coming soon. </div>
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Her most recent favorites are that of the Fresh Beat Band. "Friend Like You" and "Bananas", and sometimes "Like A Rockstar".</div>
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Her first favs were these two. Yo Gabba Gabba's "Hold Still" and "Get the Sillies Out". Or what she calls "Get Wiggles out" and "Get Sillies Out". She would still be listening to these everyday if I let her, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Then she got to thte point where she wasn't sure if she wanted Sillies or Wiggles. So she'd ask for one "I want Sillies out, pease." I turn it on. "Noooooo! WIGGLES OUT!!!" So now I don't play either. But there were WEEKS where these two were on repeat constantly.</div>
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And last but not least, The Ting Ting's "Happy Birthday". We've heard it on YGG frequently, and I downloaded it to the iPod the week of her birthday. Instant new favorite. This was on repeat from then on. Every time we got into the car. I didn't mind it, cause it is pretty catchy, and it's the Ting Ting's and that's okay in my book!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-89181320552893846542013-01-26T09:19:00.001-08:002013-01-26T09:19:23.547-08:00Goodbye, Bubbers.Yesterday I lost my first "baby". My Gizmo. I took yesterday off of work because my anxiety and stress level was just through the roof. I have been thinking about putting him down for the past month. He got better, then he got worse. Lost his eyesight, and then just got to the point where he just wouldn't move. He was miserable. He couldn't hold his bladder. He was losing his fight against the diabetes (and whatever else was going on inside him. He was definitely more sick than just diabetes). He just layed there. He would only get up to eat, drink or piss somewhere in the house. I physically had to pick him up and take him outside to go potty. I physically had to carry him to bed at night and up in the morning. <br />
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I looked at him yesterday, had a talk with the vet, and made the decision. It was time. He was not living a good quality of life, and he was just not responding well to the insulin. His glucose levels would go down a bit, but was still hundreds of points away from being where he should be. He was miserable. So I made one of the hardest decisions in my life. I had to put him down. My heart is broken, he was my first pet as an adult. He was my baby. Brian came with and was upset too. We got him together, before we were even married. I stayed with him and kissed him goodbye while they gave him the drug that would stop his heart. I kissed him as he took his last breath. It was heartbreaking. I cried of course, but I lost it when I got home and only had one dog to feed. One bowl. Then I felt guilty. Should I have faught harder? Was this some rash decision made out of anxiety? I miss him so much, but looking back at these pictures before he became sick and his last days, tells me that I did make the right decision.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-15505225463449343562013-01-24T14:10:00.001-08:002013-01-24T14:10:10.883-08:00WW: photo bombed by the dogp.s. follow me on Instagram @zombiemomm :) <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7quQV05NDJCd_y7Y4ZP79uCENQtjVHDgWd9g4pXoMpuILb4NC7MmLh1PBS0X-irEY9bTuDt1tnQJ9Wxy5bhdYg64omG2Rcrj_eT5a6DTka18QB-1ZCIEk9jHkdPPtoAecTZ6ZUXQGvk/s640/blogger-image-665873457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7quQV05NDJCd_y7Y4ZP79uCENQtjVHDgWd9g4pXoMpuILb4NC7MmLh1PBS0X-irEY9bTuDt1tnQJ9Wxy5bhdYg64omG2Rcrj_eT5a6DTka18QB-1ZCIEk9jHkdPPtoAecTZ6ZUXQGvk/s640/blogger-image-665873457.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-67644316664495584052013-01-21T12:34:00.001-08:002013-01-21T18:56:57.139-08:00InstalatelyHello! Just checking in. We've been a bit busy lately, here's what we've been up to...<br />
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We played with water beads. OMG she LOVES them. Like, throw a tantrum when it's time to put them away love. They do hold her attention though, which is good. They get a bit messy when she starts squishing them, telling me, "Mommy, I make a cake." </div>
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I got glasses for the first time in my life. Hallelujah I can see! I've always had pretty good sight, but the past few years I've noticed that I just can't see as we'll as I used to. Just one of the wonderful ways pregnancy ruins your entire body.Right down to the eyes.<br />
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I screwed up her hair... So, she still hasn't had a real haircut, but I've been trimming her bangs for a while now. I give her a side bang since it naturally grows that way anyway. This time she moved just as I was cutting, and snip! Totally screwed them up! I still push and clip them to the side. I hope they grow back fast!</div>
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We played in leaves (outside of Trader Joes). That's the look of pure joy right there, folks. Makes me smile. It only takes until January for the leaves to fall here in good ol AZ. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-76859156476801678272013-01-16T16:21:00.000-08:002013-01-16T16:21:43.588-08:00Testing 123Hmmm... so I guess Blogger hasn't kicked me out for money... yet. My SIL mentioned she was having the same problem and it was because there's some sort of glitch w/Blogger and Explorer. I mean, I didn't get any notice that I was out of space, I just assumed. I posted this lovely picture of myself from my phone and it worked fine. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-60453227231267876312013-01-10T19:59:00.000-08:002013-01-10T19:59:16.592-08:00I'll Be Back... In my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice. <br />
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Not cool, Blogger. Not cool.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-67690863328436160312013-01-02T19:46:00.003-08:002013-01-02T19:46:18.000-08:00ClingyDudes, lately my kid has been a stage 5 clinger! Always <strike>needing</strike> wanting to be held. Always tugging at me saying, "Mommy? I hold you?" (which means I hold HER). For example, right at this very minute she is sitting in my lap, watching Dora while I play on the computer. She's even taken my hands a couple times and put them around her "this one. And this one." I can't even take a crap without her on my lap (wish I was joking)! And heaven forbid I have to put her down to wipe my ass! If I don't pick her up, she'll be following me around, crying, "Moooommmy. I holdddd youuuu. I hold you, me? Peeeeeeease?"<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-14541467172795133882012-12-31T16:32:00.000-08:002012-12-31T16:32:05.819-08:00GizmoSo, remember my dogs? ------------><br />
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Yeah, me niether. I still love them, but they haven't received as much as attention as they used to prior to me having a human baby. <br />
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My poor Gizmo, my first born, is in bad health. He has been for years. Really since we got Lily. I brushed it off as he's got doggy depression cause he can't compete with Lily. She's got 10 times more energy as him, is stronger than him. He doesn't have a chance when it comes to playing fetch. She'll beat him every time. Then he started getting fat. I didn't notice it right away, people would comment about his weight at the dog park. I would just say, "He's not fat, he just needs a haircut!" Then one day (after a grooming, I believe), I was like, "Damn, he is fat." The Groomers even call him "Tubby". :( So I fed him less, and the weight control food. I stopped feeding him human food. But along with the weight gain he was also very lethargic. He could BARELY even get around the block once. It was sad. I also noticed things like his once fluffy and soft fur was wirey and thin. He had dandruff, then he started getting these big scabs all over. <br />
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I didn't see any more blood in his urine, so thought that it was just a UTI after all. Then a few weeks later, he started peeing blood again. Then he starting losing control over his bladder completely. Having accident after accident in the house. I couldn't even get mad at him because I knew he wasn't doing it on purpose. Then I noticed that the pee was really sticky. Imagine making kool-aid and pouring it on the floor. Super sticky. My friend recommended me her vet who takes payments, so I took him in. They ran blood tests and as I thought, he was diagnosed with diabetes. <br />
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I started him on insulin that night. He really seemed to be getting better. He's losing weight, had more energy, was running, playing, and jumping. Then just within the last week, he went blind. They told me this would happen due to the cataracts. He's also started peeing again, and it's just so sad. He's bumping into walls, and can't find his way around. Can you imagine just going blind over night? I'm trying to help him with using my voice, and even putting my hand out and letting him smell and follow me. He's not doing well though. It makes me so sad. His overall health is deterierating again. We're going back to the vet in a few days. He's going to stay all day for glucose tests. I'm also going to have them run full blood work. He had some kind on infection going on the first time, but they weren't sure what. Possibly Valley Fever. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-87461543839386144592012-12-28T12:20:00.002-08:002012-12-28T12:20:48.089-08:00Christmas Wrap UpChristmas started on Friday for us. We had Christmas with my mom and siblings at my house. I left a little early for work, and my mom came over to clean my house (that alone was worth it!). We had dinner and opened presents, and best of all, got to snuggle my new baby nephew. <br />
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Then Sunday my sister in law's sister in law (got that?) was in town, and we went to their church Christmas Service. And guess what? I did not burst into flames, nor did I sweat profusely. I actually really enjoyed it to be honest. What's not to like about live music, and Xmas music at that? Cailin loved it as well (she's just like her momma, a sucker for live music), and only got a little antsy towards the end. She did really well! Afterwards we went back to my SIL's house for dinner, smores and carolers. We didn't stay long enough for the carolers, it was getting late and Cailin started melting. <br />
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Then Tuesday (Christmas Day) we woke up early. And going to bed late plus waking up early the next day was not ok with Cailin. She was so grumpy. We checked to see what Santa had brought Cai, opened our presents here, and then were off to SIL's again to meet up with the in laws for breakfast and more presents. <br />
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Santa brought Cailin a play kitchen!</div>
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After a big breakfast, and some time with the inlaws, we came home for a nap. We didn't have anywhere else to be until dinner time at my dad's, so we came home and relaxed for a bit. Cailin took a four hour nap! Over all we had a fantastic (and exhausting) Christmas! Between her bday and Christmas, Cailin now has more baby dolls and play food than we can handle. She loves her play kitchen, Baby Alive, and Peppa Pig dollhouse the best. I got a DVD player for the car, lots of gift cards, etc. It's funny, when you become a parent, you ask for things that are really for your kid, and you enjoy watching them get new things than getting presents yourself. I love seeing the excitement and joy in her face. Best present ever!</div>
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Build A Bear! Of course we got the Boston Terrier. She saw it and said "Wee Wee" (this is how she says Lily), so I knew we had to get it.</div>
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And then she woke up Sunday two. OMG. I swear, she woke up the day she turned two and has been terrible since! This pretty much sums it up. We woke up and went to breakfast. She was a brat there... Then we had told her that we were going to play at a bouncy house. She kept asking for a bouncy castle, she was so excited. We went to <a href="http://gotjump.com/" target="_blank">Jumpstreet</a> and she was not having it! She didn't want to jump on the trampolines, okay I get that. It could be a bit scary, but she loves bouncy houses. Yet she would NOT go in! Grrrr. So we left.</div>
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We went home and opened presents from Mommy and Daddy. Her favorite is this Peppa Pig dollhouse. She loves it, go me!</div>
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Monday we ran some errands and played with her new toys. </div>
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<em>Running around the house in her tent. Silly goose!</em></div>
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Hot Chocolate Bar </div>
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Where do I even start? She's grown SO much these past few months. She's such a little lady! Girl all the way. She loves everything girl. From playing dress up and in Mommy's makeup, to baby dolls and high heels.<br />
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Talking. Oh my gosh, it never stops! She's such a chatterbox. She's talking in short sentances pretty much all the time now. Sometimes she gets stuck and can't find the words so will babble and stutter until she finds the right words. I'm trying to keep track. Her current favorite is "I don't yike it (or I don't like/want ____ fill in the blank)". She tells me what she's doing, like "Mommy, I climb the ladder." Or asks me for things. "Mommy? I have milk? Peeeeease?" or "I have vitamin? A red one?" She also loves to greet people. Saying hi of course, and "How are you?" and "What's up?" and also "See you later/next time!" When she's looking for something and can't find it she likes to say "I can't see it!" For example, here's a conversation we had last week:<br />
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"Mommy! Mommy!"<br />
Me: "yeah baby?" <br />
Cailin: "I can't find B"<br />
Me: "No? I bet it's in here somewhere." <br />
Cailin: "yeah." <br />
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Yesterday she told Gizmo to "Go to your room.... NOW!" haha! <br />
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Her imagination is running wild. She loves to play pretend. She likes to pretend to eat things, etc. <br />
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Tantrums. Oh my GOD! I swear she woke up yesterday and turned terrible! I swear if I hear "No, I don't like it" one more time I'm going to go insane. I know, I know, It's only going to get worse. Blech! This is the part of parenting that sucks. I am so not a good discipliner. <br />
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She's turning into such a beautiful, funny, smart and SASSY little girl. And with that, I leave you with a sneak peek of her two year photos, curtosey of <a href="http://lsoucyphotography.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">LSoucy Photography</a>.<br />
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We went last year as well, but this year was so much fun because she's older. We had a blast! There was Santa (and hello, I don't ever have to pay those ridiculous Santa prices at the mall. Can you say FREE?), bouncy houses, xmas crafts, snacks, some reptile exibit, face painting, and <a href="http://mrsbstorytime.com/" target="_blank">Mrs. B's Story Time.</a></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-64899484168597183772012-12-05T12:05:00.001-08:002012-12-05T12:05:07.507-08:00WW: Elf on the ShelfWe started the Elf on the Shelf tradition this year! Cai doesn't understand fully about the reporting back to Santa thing, but she sure does love "Zoey". She gives her hugs and kisses, calls her by her name, carries her around and tucks her into bed. It's adorable. <br />
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Cai's been dealing with a runny nose the past couple weeks, but other than that, has been pretty happy. Due to the amount of slobber that has gone with it, I've blamed it on teething. It just has not stopped running though, and then she started getting irritable and not sleeping well, so I took her to the doctor. I suspected an ear infection from all the drainage.<br />
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I packed B in my bag for the doctor visit incase she started getting upset since I knew she only slept 30 minutes that whole day. We had some time to kill before her doctor appointment, so I decided to stop by my Dad's karate studio on the way to say hi. He wasn't there, so we killed some time in the dollar store. During that trip, she started pulling stuff out of my bag, but didn't pull out B (that I noticed anyway). Once we got to the doctor and were waiting in the room, she started getting cranky so I went to get her B. Not there. I dug everything out of my bag. It HAD to be in there! Crap. Must be in the car. After her appointment (in which I was right, she does have an ear infection), I searched frantically in my car. There is NO way I lost this. Oh shit. Shit! Shit! Shit! This can't be happening. She's crying asking for B. And I'm about to have a panic attack (not really, but I was freaking out a bit), telling her that it's okay, and we'll get B later. <br />
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When I got home, I searched my bag and my car again. It was gone. :( How were we going to get through the night? Or the next few nights until we could get a new one? My MIL made her some blankies a while back when we first got B, and she likes them okay, but they're not B, ya know? We used that for the night, and they worked okay, but every once and a while (she was up all night not feeling well), she would start crying for B. One time she even cried, "B all gone!" I never (told her B went bye bye or was gone, just that we would get it later, but she's smart, and definitely picked up on the fact that it was lost. <br />
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So... after purchasing not one, but two more B's today, we got in the car, and guess what she grabbed as soon as I opened the car door? FREAKIN B. She was so happy to be reunited with that thing. Apparently it fell out of my bag in the back seat??? I didn't look back there because I was sure it was in my bag which was in the front seat. ::face palm::: Oh well, now we'll have two backups. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-6868185266594361662012-11-05T18:34:00.002-08:002012-11-05T18:34:37.908-08:00Happy (late) Halloween!So. Halloween didn't go all that great this year. :/ I'm pretty sure she's cutting a back molar and was just so grumpy Halloween evening. Missed her afternoon nap. First thing Aunt Jen said to me when we got there was, "Good luck, she's moody", and that she was. I was so excited for her first Halloween where she could actually trick or treat. She was going to be allowed to eat candy too! We've been practicing saying "trick or treat" and "candy please" all October. But yeah. She was NOT having it. I got her to say trick or treat (with a thank you) ONCE. She kept trying to <strike>run</strike> walk away, fighting with her BFF over her push buggy, and trying to walk into people's houses (seriously she's GOT to learn stranger danger)!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10187303261123336117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278196056429752511.post-12465710958777726542012-11-04T20:22:00.001-08:002012-11-04T20:22:16.705-08:00Fall CraftsI've been feeling crafty lately. Here are some fun Halloween/Fall crafts I've made. <br />
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First let's start with the sewing. I'm not much of a sewer. I want to be. I haven't sewed anything harder than a few hair bows and a couple pillow cases. In fact, I only have my mother-in-law's 1971 Singer. Then when I couldn't figure out why the thred kept pulling out of the needle, I bought one of those mini sewing machines. Then the same thing happened to that one! Obviously it's something I'm doing wrong. Anyway, I ended up borrowing one of my friend's machine for the project (and the needle stayed in the thred). I started with a toddler a-line dress pattern that I bought from JoAnn's. I couldn't figure it out on my own, so the MIL came and helped me. Thank goodness! After the dress was sewed, I cut out felt triangles for the pattern. My plan was just to iron them on, but that wasn't working, so I just sewed them on individually. My friend gave me some skull and crossbone buttons for my bday and they came in handy for the buttons!<br />
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I really wanted Cai to be Pebbles last year, but she didn't have enough hair at that point to put in a cute pony tail. So we did it this year. My plan was to make it a shirt, and buy a cute pair of blue bloomers, but that didn't happen, so I just made it a dress. Worked just fine! For the bone I just printed out a bone online, and made a pattern, cut the felt in that shape, sewed it, stuffed it, and hot glued a clip to it. <br />
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Next are a few <a href="http://pinterest.com/Cailinsmom/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> inspired crafts. I'm sure you've seen them...<br />
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<em>This one didn't turn out great. Can you tell there are different sized eyes? Oops.</em></div>
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