Monday, October 11, 2010

Another baby stuff update for mom et al.

Phillip is totally on a monkey kick and jungle stuff is so cute that I just went along with it. Here is the bedding we picked out along with a shot of the crib:



The crib converts up to a toddler bed and eventually up to a full size and also some kind of day bed thingy...Whether it'll actually be used past the toddler bed size, we'll see. It came with the piece to go to a toddler bed but you have to buy the rails seperetely and I can't imagine them still selling them in when we eventually need them. Ah well.

Toy storage: keeping with the monkey theme. It's an old basket but it'll work great for a little storage for now.


I guess that's all the shots I have for now. I will try to update this more regularly. Sorry guys!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

More baby stuff...

No nursery pics to update because I did some rearranging yesterday until I hit things that I couldn't move. The result is that there is stuff right in front of the crib so I can't get good shots until probably tomorrow.

I do have a few more things to show off:

Okay, okay, I know. Still boring. This is a pile of prefold diapers meant to stuff into these:
Pocket diapers. Sewn by yours truly. When did I turn into suzy homemaker?

I've also done quite a few of these which are already pre-stuffed sewn in types called fitted diapers:

I've also knit quite a few of these to go over the diapers:

Last but not least for the daily line up is some monkey paper that is going to be used in some wall-art we are doing. But since it involves Wiggles name, you'll have to wait to see the completed project!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Nursery Makeover, pt 1

Okay, I promised Aim weeks ago that I was going to do this. Unfortunately, it's taken me this long to get around to it. For your infinite viewing pleasure I present you with the nursery - part 1, also known as "before the inlaws came and I got around to cleaning it and before anything was together."

Alright, that big box in the picture? That's the crib and the mattress. Also in the shot in the bag of wrapping stuff, several boxes or, stuff and a whole lot of junk. Welcome to my world.

The box here is our glider. Very exciting, hey? Also pictured is the TV we don't know what we are doing with and the bucket of vinegar water from where I was mopping the walls. Yes, you read that right.

oooh, but check out this angle! This one actually has baby stuff in it! Meet the pooh bassinet that's full of baby clothes.We have more clothes than can fit in the dresser and that's just in 0-3 month size. We were given a crazy amount. That's not a complaint!

Shortly after all these pictures were taken, this came in!

So at least there was a place to put the clothing now ... hmmm.

Anyway, this wasn't a very exciting post. It was just to give you an idea of the space and crap I'm dealing with! Hopefully I'll take new pics this afternoon and post about progress tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Writing Prompt: New Beginnings

"We change when the pain to change is less than the pain to remain as we are.” - Ed Foreman

Oblivion. Emptiness. Risk.

The edge of the cliff looms in the distance and you are suddenly aware that it approaches quickly. Although you have seen the cliff waiting for some time now, it has always appeared so far away. It was an ideal set obscurely in the future: pure and undefiled in your view and yet unattainable, unreachable.

It is the dream of what could be and yet somehow you never expected to get this close. You never knew what it would be to touch it, taste it, and feel the dream almost within your grasp. But as you see the edge of the cliff approaching, you finally know what it is. It is the unknown.

Safe. Secure. Comfortable.

It's what you've been for so long in the little world you've created for yourself. You may not think of yourself as happy but at least you are not afraid. You go day to day knowing what to expect. You get up and do the same things, work the same job and live the same life that you have for some time now. You've been waiting though, waiting for the right time for things to change. You've been waiting to move forward to reach beyond yourself and the quiet bubble you have chosen to live in. You didn't expect to live here forever. In fact, you didn't expect to live here this long but now that you see the cliff approaching and your life beginning to change, you feel it.

Fear. Anxiety. Trepidation.

These are the emotions that kept you in the same place for as long as you've been there. As the cliff approaches, they grow stronger and threaten to drown you. You've stopped now, just before the edge, unwilling to move any closer. You see the emptiness, the oblivion that awaits you in the unknown and your fear paralyzes you. You are waiting now for someone to tell you that there's been a mistake. This is not for you. You are not good enough, not strong enough, not smart enough to jump from this cliff. The oblivion will tear you apart. The voices telling you that you will never be enough grow louder until they cannot be ignored. You breathe in as you try to calm yourself. You can always go back and you look over your shoulder towards the comfortable bubble that you've grown so fond of but something is different. You can't go back.

Stagnant. Suffocating. Trapped.

Looking back at the safe world you begin to see it for what it was. It was a prison that you constructed with your own hands. The walls may have been built to keep out all the things that frightened you but in the end, all they did was keep you in. You know now that you've come too far to go back to that world. It would be safe but it would never be comfortable again. You would be unsatisfied to remain in that world after being so close to the cliff. You step forward, your toes touch the edge and the world you lived in fades into the background where it now belongs. You breathe in again, calming your fear but also allowing yourself to feel the other emotions that have been trapped beneath the surface.

Anticipation. Excitement. Ecstasy.

The voices may prove to be right. You may never measure up to the ideal but then again, you might. Besides, who says this is your one shot? Is this the only cliff or even the only time you may approach this cliff? Who are these voices that claim to be the guardians, holding your hopes and dreams at bay? They are everyone. They are no one. Even with all the voices yelling, telling you who and what you should be, who and what you could be and how badly you might fail or how high you might soar, the only voice that matters is yours.

In the midst of the terror before you, the stagnation behind you and the voices around you, you find peace in the certainty that if you don't step forward, you've already failed. You've failed because you refused to try, to give up the suffocating comfort and let the winds of the unknown that lie just beyond this cliff, carry you into the world of what might be possible. So instead of giving into your own uncertainty, you take the only road that is truly available to you. It is the one that has been hovering in the future, waiting for you to discover what it might hold.

Breathe. Step. Fly.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

52 books in 52 weeks

Alright, we're going to gives this another try this year.

And so far...nothing.

That is all.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Is it a bad sign...

that I'm procrastinating from a hobby?

Writer's block is a horrible, horrible place to be in. I have every idea of where the story is going and yet am completely failing in getting it on paper.
My characters are moody, they won't cooperate. One of them wants the kill the other off and really that doesn't work very well for the resolution of the story.

This sucks. I need a muse.

Friday, January 22, 2010


I had a crappy day yesterday. Seriously crappy. I didn’t sleep well that night, I didn’t have a quiet restful morning like I usually enjoy to start my day.
Then work came and it was one thing after another and I was stressed and my supervisor was stressed and even the main boss was obviously stressed.
By noon, I’d eaten all the chocolate stashed around my office and was ready to call it a day. Then I ended my day by covering my desk, computer and favorite wool pants in hot chocolate. Yeah, it was a crap day.

For the last two hours of work, all I could think was “I’m going running after work and I’ll blast something loud and shut the world out.” So I got home from work, I got dressed to run and…couldn’t find my earphone adapter. I really hate that I need an adapter use my MP3 on my phone. I had a freak out, dumped my huge messy purse and…nothing. Crap.

I may have stood staring at the mess for several minutes before deciding to suck it up and go run anyway. I’m trying very hard to stick to the training program so I tied my shoes and grumpily slammed the door on my way out.

I begrudgingly did a lap walking to warm up. It sucked. Then I started my timer and when it beeped, I took off up the little hill in front of my house. I hit that hill faster than I should have but by the end of the second run set, I felt good. Actually, I felt great.

All my crappy emotions just poured into that physical release of my feet hitting the pavement. I think maybe I’m starting to get the appeal. I don’t claim to be in shape enough or experienced enough to claim this as the infamous “runner’s high,” but it was cathartic.

I’m looking forward to my next run. For the first time in my life, my lazy butt is moving and I’m truly enjoying the process.

Never thought that would happen.

Some general observations:
1. I need to drink more water. I find I'm fairly easily dehydrated.
2. I need to work on my breathing. That sounds funny but I have to be very conscious of it.
3. I'm glad I started this.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

So what did I get myself into this time?

It's been almost a year since I decided that I might be interested in taking up running. Due to waiting on a whole list of things in my life to happen, I never got started. I finally got tired of waiting for my life to start and figured I needed to start it myself.

This morning, I went running. I'm following a program called "Couch to 5k." It can be found here:
I got new shoes and a new sports bra since I hadn't owned one since high school. This morning, I just got up and did it.

I didn't run fast and admittedly I was much slower at the end then I was at the beginning but I did day 1, week 1. I'm going to hurt tomorrow, I'm sure of it. But I'm pretty proud of myself right now. I lack a lot of motivation in my life and I'm trying to change that.

Tomorrow morning: yoga. Then on tuesday back to running. Give me 3 months and I'm going to have really hot legs if the amount I feel them right now is any indication.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Mood Music: Small enough

All praise and all honour be
to the God of ancient mysteries
whose every sign and wonder turn the pages of our history
But tonite my heart is heavy
and I cannot keep from whispering this prayer
"are you there?"
- Nicole Nordemann

My heart bleeds today for those dead, those hurt, those still trapped and those grieving in Haiti today.

Oh great God, be small enough to wrap your arms around each one who needs you.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


Nothing is so common-place as the wish to be remarkable. - Shakespeare

I actually came across this quote when watching the first season of criminal minds. I had never heard it before and had to go in search of it to make sure I got it right.

We all want to be known for something. We all want to be accepted for who we are and want to stand apart from the crowd. We all, in our own way, desire to live a life that is more than average. More than ordinary. Simply: more.

Most of us, I think, end up paralyzed and unable to move towards fulfilling this. Not everyone is going to be famous but each of us can be remarkable in our own way. I think with my applications finally be in, I feel this more. I understand this more and a lot of my emotions are tied into wanting to be accepted for the direction I'm wanting to go.

I really do want more than fine. Maybe they won't take me this year but there's always next year. At least I'm not paralyzed anymore.