Sunday, May 16, 2010

Barrette Holder: A Tutorial

Lily has a good two inches of hair on her sweet little head. As a result, she looks adorable in barrettes.

However, they were scattered all over the top over her dresser. So I decided to make a simple, yet effective, place to store them.

You will need:

          1. Ribbon (I got mine from the dollar section at Target)
          2. Hot Glue
          3. Scissors
          4. Straight Pin (with pearlized head)

Gather your supplies:

Cut two lengths of ribbon. Tie one into a bow. (I angled the ends of mine because, well, it looks cute.)

Glue the bow on top of the other length of ribbon. (Careful not to burn your fingers!) Then hang on the wall with the straight pin. I had a hard time getting the decorative pin I was going to use through the drywall so I took a pin with a flat head and a hammer and tapped it through. Then I removed it with a pair of pliers and the decorative pin slid right in. The pearl looks so pretty!

Cute and functional. And it only cost me a dollar since all I had to buy was the ribbon!

If you make one, or if you've made one in the past, show me yours!

I'm Addicted

I have a problem.

I'm addicted to blogs. Not bloging, per se, although I enjoy that, too. But, I love looking at other blogs.

I've spent the last hour roaming through blogland. It all starts with one of the blogs on my Google reader. Someone has a cute idea or interesting information and I start reading. Then, I notice that they've linked to another blog either in the blog itself, or on the sidebar. That blog looks interesting. Repeat this step at least 15 or 20 times, and you'll find yourself in a blog by someone in Thailand who loves to decorate as much as you do and is just as terriible at it as you are.

*sigh* It makes me feel better about myself.

But there are also a ton of other decor ideas out there...I have a lot of  "Hey, I could totally do that!" moments.


Saturday, May 8, 2010

My Mother's Day Gifts

My head is spinning...I've got about 150 different ideas for what to do with these!

Roy picked them up at a yard sale for $10 each and he "just knew I would love them."

I love my husband!


Monday, May 3, 2010


Today was my first day back to work after 12 gloriously long weeks of maternity leave.

It was rough.

First of all, I work in customer service in a call center. If you've ever worked in a similar environment you know that policies and procedures change on a daily basis. So, I spent the first part of my morning trying to catch up on e-mails that I had received when I was gone. My company has a habit of sending out an e-mail update and then sending out a correction to the previous e-mail and then sending a final corrected copy. And then your manager and peers all forward you the same e-mail just to make sure you received it...anyone seen Office Space? "Did you get the memo?" That was my morning. Every e-mail I received was resent at least three times by different people.

If that wasn't tedious and boring enough, I kept thinking about Lily.

Today was her first day of daycare. I was going to try taking her a little bit at a time starting at about 8 weeks, but they won't take a baby until she's 12 weeks old. She did awesome when I dropped her off. She was talking and smiling and cooing. And when I called at noon they said she had eaten for them and had been a great baby all morning.

Mommy, on the other hand, was not doing so hot.

I was in the bathroom crying at least three times. Not because I don't trust the daycare, because I do. Nathan has been there since he was 18 months old (going on 2 years now) and I have never had any reason to think that they mistreated or neglected him. I just missed her so much. (Yes, I missed Nathan, too, but he's a big kid. He likes playing with his friends so school is no big deal to him!) All I wanted to do all day was scoop her up and snuggle her and smell her hair.

I'm sure it's just normal Mommy guilt. Nathan was with my mom the first time I went back to work after he was born. And I handed in my two week notice that day and stayed home until he was 10 months old. When I did go back to work, my mom watched him until he was 18 months old. She sent me a text at least once an hour telling me what he was doing and sending me pictures...

I felt so disconnected from my baby today. She's not old enough to be independent. She still needs me. The last time I sat in that chair at work I had her safe and secure all snuggly inside of me. It just felt wrong not being with her today.

People keep telling me that it gets easier. I sure hope so. I can't imagine it getting any worse. My heart was literally aching today. I just hope tomorrow goes by faster that today did. I can't handle another torturous 8 hours like that again...