Friday, July 30, 2010

Easy Upcycle: Magazine Rack to Doll Crib

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.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010


Monday, July 26, 2010

Performance Art

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?

Friday, July 23, 2010

Conversations in the car, part 2

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.

Thursday, July 22, 2010


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

9 months

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Conversations in the car

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,

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Art of Manipulation

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.


I don't go get her.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Just a quick note about our eldest child. He spends about 99 percent of his time as you see here. Chillin'. In repose. Not bothering a soul. The kids can snuggle up to him, pull his tail, eat his dog food, and he reacts with nothing but peace and tender affection.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

365 Project

I've decided to document our first year in Arizona by participating in the 365 Project. The concept is simple: You take one photo every day for a year and post it online. Over time, hopefully the images will tell a story of our journey as a family. Maybe I'll be able to sharpen my photography skills too...

You can track the photos on my Flickr page (HERE)

I'll also post my favorites here on The Daily B.

Here's the first shot....kind of an easy subject.


Friday, July 9, 2010

B & Miles' Play Area

I've always loved the idea of play rooms that are centrally located in a house. It creates a sense of togetherness, while maintaining boundaries between the kid space and adult space.

The only trouble with centrally located playrooms is that you have to look at them all day. So I wanted something that would be fun for the adults too.

Our play area makes use of an otherwise dead space behind the stairs in our 1980s split-level home. It's adjacent to the kitchen and "grown-up" seating area in our family room, but also tucked out of sight from the main living spaces upstairs.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Bed Head

Friday, July 2, 2010

Shoe Corner

Kris recently accused me of having an affair with my sewing machine. While, yes, we have been spending a lot of time together, Kris is also benefiting from the results.

Actually, these two pillows only took about 30 minutes to make from scraps of fabric I had lying around. And they helped transform an awkward corner of our house near the front door into a little nook where you can sit, take your shoes off and hang up your hat. (our coat rack is just off to the no longer holds coats, as they are unnecessary here. But hats? Yes. Lots and lots of hats.)

The ottoman goes with a chair we have off to the right of this photo. It takes up a lot of space, so we only pull it out when we need extra seating.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Mommy Dating Game

It’s been a month since we moved to the Hottest City in America, and I have to admit, in that short time, I’ve become desperate for companionship. The companionship of other women, that is….preferably women with children. (Nothing against childless women. I just envy you too much right now to seek you out.)

Finding new mommy friends in a new town feels oddly like a singles scene—and not in a sexy, adventurous, Carrie Bradshaw-sipping-cosmopolitans sort of way, either. It’s painful. I feel like a lone fish in a vast, dark, 110-degree, concrete sea. I might be wearing a sundress and strappy sandals, but that’s not a fashion choice. It’s survival.

When you move to the Hottest City in America, in June, you find that most people are indoors, and wisely so. I’ve been trolling the usual hangouts—the YMCA, the public library, Target. I’ve been going to bars….coffee bars. Partly to screen out the Mormons, but also because, the mommies I want to be friends with will enjoy an artisan latte now and again. Or, at least a tall iced coffee or frappuccino.

I’m scoping out women everywhere. In the past week I:
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