Easy Upcycle: Magazine Rack to Doll Crib

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I've been on the lookout for a little bed for B's dolls to sleep in. This week, we took a stroll through a local thrift store, and this caught my eye:


The tag said it was a magazine rack, but it looked to me like the perfect size and shape for a doll crib. It was only $1.99, so we snatched it up.

I dug through my scrap fabric and found some pieces that were the right size to sew into little crib bumpers, a blanket and a little pillow. Nothing fancy here....I just rough-cut the pieces to size, turned them wrong sides out and straight stitched them on my sewing machine, leaving little openings to turn them right side out. For the crib bumper ties, I used bias tape. For the pillow, I stuffed it with some cotton batting to give it shape. Here's the finished pillow....not much to it.

Groucho

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Performance Art

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One of my favorite, favorite things lately is to hang out with the kids in the playroom and just observe them at play. What I discover are vignettes from B's active imagination. Precious little windows into her innocent, ever-expanding, ever-creative mind. There are no limits to what she sees, or to what her toys can do, because no one has told her that a teacup is just a teacup....not a bathtub.

"Mommy's Bathtub"


Perhaps you have an image that comes to mind when I say "tea party." Does it match with Bronwynn's image?

Conversations in the car, part 2

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B: When's Austi coming over?
Me: He's coming over for your birthday, in a few months, when you turn 3.
B: I two.
Me: Yes, but in a few months, in October, you will turn 3. And we'll have a party, and Austi will come.

13/365

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9 months

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Conversations in the car

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I love driving with my kids in the car. Aside from the obvious reasons (they're restrained, and I have control over the stereo), I just adore the conversations we have on the road.

Like today. We had to drive 40 minutes to the doggy resort to pick up Ollie from his weekend vacay. Miles dropped his toy and started crying. B immediately jumped into action and tried to reach it for him, and when she couldn't, she said "Is okay, Miles, Mommy get it for you when we stop." and then, when he was still crying, she began to sing to him, "You are my sunshine." It brought tears to my eyes. He actually stopped crying and started babbling back to B.

When my cell phone rang, I let it go to voicemail, and B said, "you not answer the phone, Mommy?" and I said,

The Art of Manipulation

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6:00 AM I'm snoozing comfortably in the master bedroom, having handed off Miles to Kris at 5:30. Kris is up early watching the Tour de France live on his laptop and Miles is up early... because he's Miles.

6:20 AM I hear B calling out from her bedroom "Mommy! MOMMMY! It morningtime yet??"

I've been trying to teach her to stay in bed until 7, despite the fact she can't tell time. It's been a challenge.

6:22 AM "MOMMY! I AWAKE! COME GET ME!!!"

I don't go get her.
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