He did it. The shelf is on, the boxes fit (although ideally I’d still like to find linen covered boxes that won’t break the bank) and the thing is sturdy enough for all three of us to sleep in. Our very own Ikea Crib Hack is complete, and I for one am over the moon with the end result (…obviously,… Read more →
Category: Scott
Lime Fetish
My husband puts up with a lot from me these days…like, he should probably be eligible for some kind of award. In generally, I consider myself a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of gal, but as you may have guessed (based on the sunny outlook I’ve repeatedly exhibited on this blog) I’ve been just a little bit cranky throughout the course of… Read more →
Hack in Progress
What started as THIS now looks like that. The sides have been constructed and holes drilled. (The ends will be painted before the rails are permanently attached.) We’re on our way to a modern crib! (Don’t worry – that clutter is in our workshop, not our house.) Read more →
Let the fun begin.
Our crib hacking adventure has begun, and I’m so excited about the prospects of positive results, I can’t wait until we have a finished product to share our progress. It all started one afternoon while I was helping Sara convert her Baby Mod Parklane Crib (which I’ve always been a fan of) into a Toddler bed. I was rattling off… Read more →
Happy Birthday Baby
I love you. Read more →
Massacre in the Valley.
It is a sad day in the valley today, the end of an era, some may say. Both sides suffered great losses as men, both yellow and blue fell in their final stand against the DeWalt Driller, who sang quietly as he worked: “Oh Foosball…well you came, and you gave without takin’…” As the battlefield comes down, we’ll dream of… Read more →
This Guy.
Yesterday morning, Scott went out for coffee, and came back with a pot of tulips and a card thanking me for carrying our baby. This guy always knows how to bring meaning to a Hallmark Holiday. Back when I was a freshman in college, professing my love for my long-distance boyfriend and swearing up and down that I was… Read more →
Birthright
Saturday night we went to see Scotty’s Uncle Kelly play with his band, Bad Dog, at the St. Francis De Sales carnival. The SFDS carnival stage has seen some pretty classy acts over the years – about a decade ago my bleach blond, spikey haired, leather jacket wearing boyfriend (y’know, basically a parent’s nightmare) took me to see Billy Idol… Read more →
There’s an Alien in my stomach.
It’s a weird feeling, this pregnancy thing. My digestive system is under siege…starting from about week five when I started praying to the porcelain god multiple times a day, and although I’m grateful to report that that initial unpleasant side-effect of pregnancy has subsided, it’s given way to much less discussable symptoms that I’d rather not share here. The infamous… Read more →
Oh, Fuck it.
I’m pregnant, and I love this diaper bag. (It’s Stella McCartney for LeSportSac, and it’s at least a season old, so now I can’t find it anywhere.) I haven’t been able to come up with a good way to break our big news…and now I’ve been dragging it out for over a week, so there it is. 16 weeks. Due… Read more →
