i make things

Some crazy number of years ago I started this blog. It was mostly craft stuff, because that’s what I did.

Then I made a couple of babies, and now that’s pretty much what I do. Babies and toddlers are less compatible with crafting than I originally thought, mostly because of the pins and needles and grabby hands.

Except babies really are great to make stuff for. So sometimes I still manage it during naptimes, after bedtime, in stolen moments where I should be vacuuming the living room.


Like this little “lovey” quilt. I finished it during today’s double nap. It’s just a tiny thing, basically just big enough to teach myself to quilt, which is also just big enough for Ellie to play with.


I just used a pack of pre-cuts I got from the fabric store, but I’m going to (hopefully, probably) do another, bigger quilt, with fabric I picked out aaaall by myself, like a real quilter.


I think she likes it.


washing day

Ellie is 3 months old now, cute as a button, generally an amazing magic unicorn of great sleeping at night, but terrible at naps. Seriously,  kid, take a nap.

Since she’s awake all day, every day like a weirdo baby,  and she doesn’t like her swing much, I thought I’d switch it out for the exersaucer. I went to wash the little cloth seat, and wanted to throw a couple other baby seat covers in the wash, too.

First off, if you don’t have kids, you would be shocked and appalled at the number of baby-holding devices I own. Exersaucer, swing, chair, crib, car seats, etc, etc, etc.

But secondly, you would not believe how badly Graco does not want me to remove my stroller cover. It took me a half hour and a screwdriver to remove the majority of the hooks, snaps, elastic bits, and other fastening devices. The last two were so difficult that despite quite a bit of effort on my part,  I ended up giving up and cutting the damn things off.

Why don’t you want me to wash my stroller, Graco?



Allow me to introduce you to Eliza. She was born at 11:26 pm on April 29th, a mere half-hour early for her due date.

I expected her much earlier. Her sister was 10 days early, and I’d been having Braxton-Hicks like crazy since the  beginning of my third trimester.

But no, despite a lot of false starts and fake outs, she showed up pretty much exactly when she was supposed to.

The last few days have been crazy. We’re still working out how to be a family of four, and the wild woods of newborn days are a lot harder with an almost-two-year-old running about.

But Eliza just takes it as it comes (unless it’s eating….we’re working on that) and I’m so glad she’s here to make our family whole.


Zooey has a lot of outfits. Not just clothes, but outfits that come in a set. It’s nice, because when I pick out a shirt, I know there are pants or a skirt that matches it.


Or do I? Did this striped skirt go with it? Or the pants with bows Or is this shirt even part of a set? I don’t remember.

This is annoying, both to me & my naked toddler. I don’t know, maybe some people remember outfits better, our don’t care if the set gets broken up, but that doesn’t work for me. What does work for me is this:

When I get an outfit, I mark all the pieces of it with the same letter. Top “A” goes with pants “A” and so on. It also helps my husband know what matches, since girl’s clothes aren’t really his thing.

This will be even better when it comes time to reuse, gift or donate the clothes. On that future day I sure as heck will not remember which ones were supposed to go together. Sadly, I did not think if this little hack until we got to the 9 months size, so future me is screwed for newborn sizes. Sorry future me!


Zooey will no longer wear hair accessories. Hair ties, barrettes, clips, headbands: all are immediately removed, no matter how much trouble i went through to get the darn things in her hair (one-year-old are fast y’all!).

And her hair was too long, and always in her eyes, and I wouldn’t be a good mom if that didn’t drive me crazy (There’s some kind of rule. Moms always want your hair out of your face.)
So we got it cut. And she was a total champ, possibly because the haircut place had Doc McStuffins on demand.

I also got a haircut, but hers is cuter.

the golden shoes

Earlier in the year my mom bought Zooey some adorable gold jelly sandals. I liked them because they were easier to get on and off than sneakers, and they just seemed nicer for summer. Sneakers suck in summer. Especially if you’re one and don’t like shoes to begin with.

The problem was, she figured out how to unsnap them and get them off. Or, at least one of them. We were shopping at Target a few weeks ago, and I looked down to see one shoe, and one bare foot. I retraced our path through the store, through housewares and makeup and the aisle with exercise stuff (but not the running armband that fits my droid, dammit) all the way back to the dollar spot. Nothing. Then I retraced my steps forward again. Nothing. Before I left, I even asked at the customer service counter, but they did not have the shoe.  I was kind of sad.

The next time I was at Target, a few days later, I asked again at the desk before I headed out. I figured maybe someone found it at night when they were cleaning up or something. Sure enough, the girl came back to the counter with a little sandal. Yay! I thanked her, and took the shoe, and as soon as I grabbed it, something seemed wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I didn’t think it was the right shoe.

When I got home, I took a closer look. It was the right color, the right brand, the right size. I grabbed the other shoe to complete the set.

They even made a left and right pair, but they were NOT the same shoe.

Somewhere in my town, there is another little girl who lost her gold jelly sandal at Target some time in between when Zooey lost hers, and when I went back to ask about the shoe. When that little girl’s mom went to the counter to ask about the lost and found, they had a size 12-18 months Old Navy gold jelly sandal just waiting there to be picked up. And that little girl is probably running around in mismatched sandals, too. I mean, why waste a perfectly good pair of shoes just because they’re, you know, not actually a pair?



…this happened.

The baby got stuck in the elliptical machine. And, just so you know, I actually helped her up before snapping this picture, and she sat right back down again.

This is the picture I’m going to use when they ask for a baby picture for her high school graduation. Because I’m terrible.