Monthly Archives: June 2012
Sewing Skillz
Little B ran through her cloth diaper supply this afternoon. I bring about 5 extra inserts and diapers from home, and she used them all up by 3pm. To top it off, she soiled her last remaining change of clothes. So what was a Mama to do? Thank goodness I work in my parents’ house, so I still have a bunch of clothes in my old room. I grabbed an old shirt and cut it Little B size.
You’ll see the stitches are nothing great, and terribly loose, but they seem to have done the job.
Here’s the finished product, as modeled by Little B herself:
Not bad, eh? Of course the neckline is way too loose but I didn’t know how to make it smaller. I’ll try and fix up the stitches – maybe use a sewing machine this time.
Sunday Afternoon Baking
After working on Little B’s bookshelves, I had my head in the refrigerator looking for something to munch on. Nothing. In the pantry? No such luck. J asked me to bake cookies over the weekend but I didn’t have the time yesterday (okay, fine, I was too lazy to move). I decided I’d hit two birds with one stone – bake him the cookies and make something for me to eat as well.
Enter slutty brownies. I’ve made it once before (I got the recipe from The Londoner) and J pronounced it to be the best brownies he’s ever had. It’s extremely easy to make, as the recipe calls for chocolate chip cookie mix and brownie mix. I’m sure one can make the chocolate chip cookies and brownies from scratch but I couldn’t be bothered.
Babyproofing Fail
Her go-to place now is the kitchen cabinet. She’s learned how to open and close the cabinet doors and can sit in front of it, quite contentedly swinging it open and shut. I’m worried she’ll get her tiny fingers caught in it so J and I bought a cabinet lock. There were a few for us to choose from but I chose this because it looked nicer.
DIY Stress
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Image taken from Shanty 2 Chic |
Woodworks
Cereal for Breakfast
I feel like I hardly slept last night. We all went to bed at close to midnight and Little B wanted to nurse what seemed like every hour. I set the alarm for 6:00 a.m. but we (really meaning “I”) finally rolled out of bed at 6:40 a.m. I remember mumbling to my husband, “Cereal for breakfast.” Little B slept on, oblivious to the state her mother was in.