The past month has seemed pretty uneventful and I kinda liked it that way. Jason was home for a week for his spring break. So, we were able to catch up on a lot of yard work and quality family time. I had no idea that a few down pours and some unseasonably warm weather would cause the jungle, that is our back yard, to get wildly out of control over night. It has been fun to see all the plants grow and bloom at our new house, since we had no idea what had been planted here moving in the winter. I took some great action photos (to Jason's disapproval) of him mowing his first lawn for the first time. However, the fourth dimension that hides in our house has engulfed my camera cord. So, unfortunately, those and some other cuties, including our Easter Party at the church and the finished nursery, will have to remain hidden until we figure out where it has vanished to.
But, I was smart enough to capture this spring break project on my phone. I have been racking my brain on what art work I wanted in the girl's room. I was drawn to Eric Carle prints but they are pricey. And I am... cheap. So, I got an idea from Pinterest (naturally) and went with it. I taped the girls name down on two canvases with masking tape. It was a challenge but we fit it all in. Then, placing a little of the color paint I wanted directly onto the canvas, I let them go finger painting crazy all over the canvas and taped letters. I kept placing a little at a time to avoid a complete paint nasty mess. The girls LOVED it. Actually, Marcella loved it so much that quite a tantrum was thrown when it was time to be done and she realized that, no, I wasn't going to let her snack on the leftovers.
We waited patiently for a few hours to ensure they were completely dry before removing the tape. Voila, painted name artwork for $2 (since I already had the paint). I then framed them and hung them up. The girls were proud to say the least. I love that they are not perfect and are original.
But all good things must come to an end, and Adelyn felt the need to break the silence on our nice quiet month with a loud stage of regression and tantrum throwing that we can only attribute to the fact a new baby is coming. Probably the highlight of this season so far would be her epic decision making at Chick-Fil-A. I thought I would be a nice cool mommy and let her play in the big play area. The problem began when she decided that she wasn't coming down. After 20 minutes of negotiating, a fake mommy leave and pulling every trick in the book I was faced with the daunting inevitable decision of climbing up into that thing and pulling her stinky butt down. My 8 month pregnant fat body wedged its way through the tunnels to discover she was hiding out in of course the most unstable, ceiling supported car. I thought, "This is how I die. Falling from the sky in a moo cow car. I can think of worse." I thought when she saw me she would definitely come down, but no. She clung to that steering wheel with all her might, me tugging on her ankles with her shouting at the top of her lungs, "I want to be naughty today, Mommy. Sometimes I like being naughty." She's lucky we were in public, that's all I have to say about that. My friend got a kick out of it and I'm sure plenty of other parents were able to leave the restaurant thankful that it wasn't their kid that day and they weren't me. I'm learning to ignore the thumb sucking, baby talking and full blown desire to be an infant and have me hold her non-stop. Let's pray that her loud phase isn't as long as my quiet month.
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