Britton’s “Big Girl” Room: Phase 2

Although she cringes when I refer to her new color scheme as a “big girl” room- that is, in my mind, what it is.

Thanks to pinterest, she decided that maybe she didn’t want a fluorescent green paint, and instead this is the look she went for:

Before:

During:

Daddy, Mama and Britty got down and dirty to get a fresh coat of paint on these walls. Boy, did they need it. Note to self, paint kids rooms every couple years because boy do they start to look dingy.

After:

She now has two book shelves to house and display her junk treasures.  We painted the back of the Ikea bookshelves, thanks to Aunt Coco who was able to determine the perfect shade of pink based on my iPhone picture I texted her. {he truly has missed her calling in the paint color business}.

Britton told me it is the perfect color blend of her.. “Blue because I am kinda a tomboy. Like I usually wear shorts under my dresses. But pink because I am girly too.”

True that.

The labled storage boxes can hold her trinkets like a rock collection, stamps, stickers, old calendar pages that she refuses to throw away, and figurines.

The “silly princess books” that are “babyish” and she no longer reads sit on the top shelf for looks only, I have assured her.

While her bejeweled jewelry box is easily accessible to her little hands.

Good thing I took photos because the shelves won’t stay this organized for long with my little free spirit.

It’s hard to read the label on the white box, but in her handwriting it reads ‘Spy Gear’.

Eventually, we will finish with the final ‘tweaks’– and possibly complete sewing her some throw pillows, and monogramming some shams.

Just when I think I am almost done with this room, middle child syndrome kicks in as Kens asked me when her room is going to get a turn at being “spruced up”….

Like I often say, take a number sweet child.
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And We’re Up!

Pounded the heck outta my keyboard, and what do ya know- it works!

So, my hubby has been in Kansas all week bird hunting and is making his way back now. The girls have been shipped off to Sassy and Pops for the night, Saint Mary is here now with the baby, and mama has a 70’s party that starts in 1 hour and 42 minutes {but whose counting}- where said hubby will meet up with me this evening.

Welcome home Mike- boy, have we missed you. When I say we, I mean me and the three kids and two dogs that have been here alone since Wednesday……

Time to get disco’d up. Looks like this week is looking up afterall….

More Sprucing Up

Britton isn’t the only one around here whose room has received some ‘sprucing up.’  While in Atlanta a couple weeks ago, I picked up this little painted Huntley dresser for his room. Don’t remember how I managed without any drawers with my first two nurseries.

So much storage in his room now, I may just have to buy the little guy more clothes to fill his empty drawers and baskets. He’s three months old and already wearing some of his 9 month outfits.

His room also sports a new cow rug-to complete his little rustic theme he’s got going on.  The creme carpet needed a little somethin’ on the floors and this did the trick. Boy, I do love my Atlanta trips..

Raynes is getting chunky and when he smiles he has little dimples in his cheeks- like someone else I know. He adores his big sisters and anything they do is beyond cool in his eyes. He is napping a little better with his Type-A schedule oriented Mama refusing to give up the battle. He has been sleeping better the past couple nights. I am beginning to think the joke is on me- he knows if he cries I will wake up, get out of bed, walk across the house, into his room, and gently place his pacifier back into his mouth.

He is no fool. He has me wrapped around his little finger.

3 months, 1 week old

What Goes Up….

Jinx. Britton asked me the definition of the word last night. I explained to her that it was a superstition thinking something causes bad luck. I helped her use it in a sentence on her homework.
As fate would have it, I ran into a friend at Kenley’s ballet class- she asked me how baby brother was sleeping. “Well,” I said, “he doesn’t nap worth a darn but he sleeps 12-13 hours at night so I guess I shouldn’t complain.”
Jinx: (verb) a person, thing, or influence supposed to bring bad luck.
Last night, Pee Wee woke up at midnight, 2 am, 3 am, 4:10 am, 4:50 am and again at 5:20 am. At this point, I fed him a bottle and promptly turned off the monitor to try to get an hour sleep myself. Oh, and his Daddy happened to be out of town last night too.

While I am at it- might as well unload my entire dump trunk of trash: Big sister is fighting a UTI. I ate something that my stomach didn’t like so much as me. Both girls had a parasite last week. My ancient laptop has decided that the letters “R”, “G” and “E” are no longer needed. This means I cannot log in to my computer, which means I cannot access photos, files, bookmarks and have to now shop for a new computer.
Desktop or laptop? Mac or Windows?
And this back up laptop that I am using just shut down on me too. Lovely.
But like I tell my girls, you have to focus on the positive.
We have great health insurance, Oprah has new shows on OWN, my husband and children are healthy, Britton is selling the heck out of some Girl Scout cookies, and Britton’s new bedroom looks pretty darn good if I do say so myself.
So… No photos today- despite having some awfully cute ones to download.  Tomorrow will be better.
I hope I didn’t just jinx myself.

A Little Bit of This and That

Good intentions. Every day starts with them. A put together to-do list, errands mapped out in your mind, dinner planned. But some days, despite what we hope to accomplish, it just isn’t going to happen.
Today was such.
I should have known when I opened the fridge this morning to boil eggs for Kenley. The full carton landed on floor, open faced, and egg went dancing onto my kitchen floor.
Oh, I had plenty to do. But baby boy had other plans for me, and by noon I was thankful I had even gotten to shower.  Forget make up. Everything I wanted to do went to the wayside. And that’s okay- because there is always tomorrow. That’s the beauty of feeling like you are living a somewhat Groundhog Day kinda life- if it doesn’t get done today, guess what? There’s always tomorrow…. And you do it all again.
That being said— we did get some projects completed this weekend for Miss Britton. Her room now sports a fresh coat of Benjamin Moore “Jet Stream” paint and her bookshelves are drying in the garage, waiting to be assembled. She is one excited little girl.
Finally her junk treasures can be stored away properly. Yes, that’s her put-on-a-pedestal Daddy on the bed painting.
Junk: case in point
Our July baby celebrated her “pretend” birthday at school on Friday. Don’t think the girl didn’t have me buying cupcakes (12 chocolate, 12 vanilla with lime green buttercream icing) with goodie bags to boot. She thought to really drive home that she was the birthday girl, she also needed a gift to unwrap at school. In front of the class. Of course.
True to her bookworm self, she asked that I take her to the bookstore so she could pick out a Sunshine State book. How can I turn down a book request. Once she wrapped it (yes, wrapped it herself in dog gift wrap) she tied a spiky ball to the purple ribbon for special effect.
As I was telling my girlfriends at book club last week about the “pretend birthday” she had planned- I had an Ah Ha moment with my friend Autumn. Britton was the big fish at her old small school. Now she is a small fish at her new big school. The birthday was a way for her to feel special. Duh, I should have figured that out sooner.
She really wanted her Daddy or I to meet her in the dining hall for lunch that day- needless to say neither of us could partake in lunch or cupcakes with her last week, and we have yet to hear the end of it.
I know my child is not deprived and well taken care of. She is happy, confident, healthy, creative and has a new “big girl” {although she hates me calling it that} room in the works. I’d say she’s got it pretty darn good.
Meanwhile, middle child syndrome wants her room redecorated as well.
As I so often do, I told her to take a number. She has more clothes than anyone in the house- be happy and buzz off.
We also buzzed over to Meme’s house recently. Look who is loving having a boy in the family… Who would’ve thunk it? Meme held him for a good half hour talking to him, smiling down at him. Raynes loved it as well- he is lucky to be close to his great grandmothers.
He got to visit with two great grandmothers this week- Meme and Grandma Loretta (Mike’s grandmother).  I think about that sometimes- both my grandfathers, father and grandmother all passed away by the time I was 20. My children are blessed to have a full, loving, and extended family all around them.
Pinterest idea of the week:
One of the many things I had wanted to do was some more organzing of closets… One of the best ideas I’ve seen in a while, and implemented, was this simple, yet clever, idea.
Small baskets, labeled for each child, to be left in the laundry room for all their catch all junk. The McDonalds toys that they refuse to throw away and needs to eventually make its way back to their room.  The hair bow that was left at the breakfast  table. The extra gloves they threw on the floor, on their way out the door, because they decided it was too hot.
It all goes here temporarily- then the girls can take their baskets to put away their stuff.
Grassroots thinking. I love it.