I’m a little behind on posting Samuel’s monthly baby photo shoot, but I DID take take the photos in time for his 3 month “Birthday.”
I keep telling Daniel that I can’t believe we’ve had Samuel home for three months (Three and a half now, actually.) He just keeps growing and growing. I feel like a broken record because I say that every month and, DUH, of course he keeps growing or we’d be worried. But it’s still hard to wrap my sleep-deprived, hormonal brain around.
He his smiling very freely now and has the sweetest little chuckle. It’s not a full on baby belly laugh yet, but he gives us a little “heh heh” that is so funny.
I don’t know how much he weighs right now, but he started wearing his 3-6 month clothes at about a month ago. He officially does not fit into any of the sweet, tiny things he wore when he came home. We’re about to have change him up to the next size in his cloth diapers, too. I still need to add to our diaper stash because we don’t quite have enough of the bigger size.
I broke my dairy fast the day before my birthday last month and the crazy poo did not return so we think he either doesn’t have a dairy intolerance or it’s minimal. So I’m back on dairy and trying to be mindful of not gorging on it, just in case.
He still takes his baby Zantac twice a day and it seems to really help with his reflux pain, but he does still get a bad belly ache sometimes which makes him scream so loud and high pitched that I think I black out a little.
Still nursing like a trooper. I’m so grateful breastfeeding is working out for us.
TEETHING! The little stinker has started to drool like crazy, gnaw on his hands and, occasionally, bite my nipples really hard. I do not approve.
He sure is sweet!
Our sweet little old house needs quite a bit of work. We have thoughts and dreams of a kitchen remodel (I HATE my kitchen) but it isn’t in the cards for quite a while yet. We have lots of other immediate needs that need to be addressed first and we don’t plan on going into debt to make a new kitchen happen. That means we have to check off the other, more pressing, items on our to-do list and THEN save up enough money to pay cash for the remodel. We’ll have to wait and see if that happens before we outgrow our tiny little house.
Lately, most of our focus has been on the backyard. Some changes have been planned and purposeful while others have been beyond our control. I spent my Sabbath afternoon on my mama’s quilt in the backyard with Samuel so I thought it would be a good opportunity to take some photos and give a little tour as a “before.” Hopefully this space will be quite transformed by the Fall.
One of my favorite features in our yard is the grapevine growing on the fence. We don’t get good grapes from it but it comes up thick in the summer, making a natural privacy fence against the road. Since our yard is a little lower than the road, this keeps passers-by from seeing us in the yard if we’re sitting down. Or swimming naked in our tiny pool. Which we don’t do. But we COULD if wanted to and if we’d ever haul some sand in and get a spot set up for our pool.
The vines are also useful for craft projects like wreaths or yard projects like fence from vine weaved around bamboo to keep the dog out of the berry bushes.
My hammock is another favorite.
Or it was until the power company came and chopped down the tree that provided the shade for it. I was over-the-top sad about this development. 1) I do not do well with change that I did not expect or plan and implement myself. 2) Now the hostas that I planted here at least 6 years ago from shoots my parents gave me from their house are getting burnt to a crisp. This is not the first change that has taken place in the yard this year. It’s just the only one that made me cry like a crazy modern-day version of “Pat of Silverbush.”
The first change was partly started by this eyesore. This shed has never been truly usable for me. It leaked and the doors didn’t work correctly the day I bought the place. I’ve been meaning to get a new shed for years but it has always worked “well enough” for shovels and the lawn mower so it never made it up to the top of the list. Then we had a baby, and our already full house started bursting at the seams. And Daniel started working from home full time. From the couch. Where I nurse a baby all day long. We’re a little cramped. We desperately need storage space so we can free up an area for a home office for Daniel. Enter our new shed.
It’s huge. About 16’x11.5′. Or something. It has taken up the spot where my clothesline used to be but it will be worth it. I’m DYING for it to get finished. It’s going to be VERY useful as well as a beautiful addition to the backyard. So I’ve been inspired to get the rest of the backyard into shape so it will match the pretty shed.
This area next to the old shed was supposed to be a natural little oasis. I planned to have a clematis grow all over the broken wicker chair but the crazy bush took over instead and it just looks snake-y and messy. Hopefully this will be the new home to our hammock. Once we get the contents of the old shed moved into the new one we’ll haul the metal off to the recycling place and hopefully get at least enough money back to buy some heavy duty weed barrier and mulch so that this area will become the new shady hammock spot.
That little project probably won’t start until the Fall. Right now I have the back deck/porch on my mind. It needs a serious revamp. It’s a big mess. This is me being real and showing just how ugly it is.
The wood needs weather treating in a bad way and it has somehow gathered a bunch of pots full of potting soil and weeds. Somebody must have snuck into our backyard and put them there. Definitely. Yup. Daniel did make me some steps with slices of my poor, murdered Maple tree. These pretties have inspired me to do some work on the deck to make it presentable. I never know where to start so I need some limits or parameters to follow in order to get going on projects like this or I’ll just stand in the middle of the porch staring and doing nothing. This time I decided to turn it into a fun challenge. I’d love to add on to the deck and have a big one spanning the back of the house for entertaining but we don’t have the funds for that now. What I DO have is a piggy bank full of change, though. Not sure how much, but definitely more than $10, less than $50. My goal is to do a back porch remodel/redecoration/revamp using only that cash and anything around the house or yard plus whatever I can find for free or trade. I’m going to devote Fridays to posting about my progress and call it the amazingly unique and inspired series title of “Frugal Fridays.”
I think it will be fun!
I got a little crafty and did a t-shirt recycling project a few weeks ago during a few of Samuel’s naps. I’ve had this little recycled t-shirt project in mind for quite a while now and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.
I started with this t-shirt of Daniel’s. It has always been too small for him but I just loved the guitar print and I wanted to come up with some way to use it. It occurred to me one day that it might be fun to turn this old t-shirt into a pillow. Not a regular square pillow, though. A pillow shaped like a guitar! We want Samuel to have lots of musical and music-themed toys so this seemed like the perfect to upcycle an old t-shirt.
I’m not going to write up a really detailed t-shirt craft project tutorial because this is really simple to do! First, I flattened the t-shirt as much as could and pinned the two layers together (Top Right). Then I cut around the guitar print (Left). I pulled the two layers apart (Bottom Right) and put the back layer on top of the print. I sewed around the edges with probably an 1/8th of an inch seam allowance, leaving an opening for turning the pillow right side out for stuffing. Then, even though I’m terrible at it, I hand sewed the hole and BAM: DIY t-shirt pillow shaped like a guitar. More for little hands to rock out with than lay their head on. I think Samuel will really like to play rock star with it later.
Right now he looks a little terrified of it.
Do you sit in meetings and wish for a boss who demands unfettered access your boobs, sleeps while you are at work and screams until you pay attention to them every time you try to eat your lunch? Do you already have a boss like that, but you’d like to enjoy all of these benefits from the comfort of your own home where you cry from happiness if you get to take a shower before 2pm? Then Stay-at-Home Mom is the job for you! Perks include a seemingly bi-polar little blob of cute that will melt your heart by smiling and cooing at you and, literally 0.5 seconds later, will scream at a decibel so loud and high pitched that your ears ring and your vision blurs. You may also suddenly find yourself free to stop by Bacon and Beer night at your neighborhood pub at the unheard-of hour of 4pm before all the bacon runs out, baby and husband in-tow so you can enjoy a half-pint of the beer (you’ll feel like a Hobbit) with the lowest alcohol content because you are still paranoid that your baby will want to eat again before your obligatory 2 hours after a drink are up.
Blogging in my favorite pub with my baby in my lap. And it’s MY JOB. (The baby part, not the blogging part.) Stay-at-home mom is the coolest job I’ve had so far!
I recently turned in my notice and then my laptop and keys at my old job so I am now officially a stay-at-home mom. The transition from working non-parent to stay-at-home mom technically started once we brought Samuel home, I guess. Still, making it official is definitely kind of trippy. This little guy got here and I just couldn’t imagine being away from him all day 5 days a week if I could help it. I’m so blessed to have a husband who agrees that it’s more important for Samuel to be at home than for us to have the extras that two incomes provide so we are now rocking one income, 1950’s style. Except, instead of vacuuming in heels and pearls, I watch JJ Abrams shows on Netflix when Samuel nurses. I’m a totally cheap-o-rama and we haven’t always had two incomes anyway, so that helps it not be too freaky of a transition in that respect.
Who could resist this face, anyway? Best looking boss I’ve ever had, for sure.