New Year, New Shit

Why hello! Or welcome back, either one. I know that it's been a while as usual for me but now it's another year and it's already filled with such vigor!

Mister and I have decided to tackle blogging...together. We've officially gone from idling in our house doing minor things to physically taking rooms apart to correct damage done to our house in the remodeling process. You'd think that remodeling would be a positive word today however it's not. We have realized the gentlemen we bought the house from didn't exactly know what he was doing, and quite frankly, didn't care.

First things first, we started painting our kitchen cabinets. I absolutely adored our kitchen when it was black, but now its making a transition to white...slowly. It's been about a week with us testing it to see if we like it and I am hoping by next Saturday I can have an official before and after photo. Painting can only be done after bedtime for maximum dry time without tiny hand prints all over it.

Around Christmas time we had a little bit of a pressure problem in one of our showers. Last week we sought out to figure it out when we didn't have our daughter. Enter previous owner not caring. Turns out he replaced plumbing half fast and didn't even bother to get it inspected (from the looks of the maze under our house). A valve was so packed with crap that we just had to cut out a piece of the wall, replace pieces of plumbing that didn't match any of the new, and then patch it all back up. A week of showering in that shower and I still cant get over the difference. I shall refrain from putting up what C said but just imagine hardly any going back to a full waterfall. ahhhh. Much much better.

This is a sans picture entry. Mostly because we just need to get the writing back up and cut the crap. Cheers to the new year and the new renovations to be pictured in a few days!

~M and C. 

The Parent Trap

I believe I have been caught up in what I can now deem "The Parent Trap". What I mean by this may not make sense to those that do not have children, in fact, those that say things like "youre life is over once you have kids", you need to just click elsewhere and move on, because no they don't, they just really make you question what your life WAS or what you wanted. For example, I feel like fucking dog shit right now. I thought I was dying last night and feel only a step up from that feeling today. But last night, I spent an hour standing and smiling like a doofus just so my daughter would go to sleep with those good vibes. Quite frankly, I don't do that shit for anyone, not even my husband could get that kind of treatment from me let alone on such terrible terms but there comes a time in each parents' day where they can't do it anymore and since he had TWO gremlins to take care of....he needed a break. The reason I say trap is because there will be a moment between all the juggling in which you are TRAPPED. Its that moment when you just really need to run to the bathroom or do something real quick.....but know it wont be. That's the parent trap.
Right now, I just made banana bread. It took me as long as the prep time said it would...this time. Next time i try it..double it. I don't really think its ever the child's fault either. They are too cute, too crazy, too caught up in being a kid to intentionally make everything harder. Breakfast takes longer in my house and I love it. I love watching K roll around the house eating a waffle and a banana and potentially feeding more to the dogs but she sings, and plays, and comes up to feed me. And I love this parent trap I am in.

Sick Life

Sick babies are no fun. At all. That is probably obvious but dealing with a sick baby tends to be a lot harder than it looks. You have no idea of whats reaaaaallly wrong with them,  you're just trying to make educated guesses all over the place. It's almost like grasping at the fine little eyelashes you want to pull and instead you miss until next thing you know, you've been standing in front of the mirror borderline poking yourself in the eye for an hour. Miss Kiwi has the stomach bug. She projectile vomited on me yesterday morning before work and from the manner in which i fed her, I figured it was either too early for her to be eating, or I was doing something wrong. Nonetheless, I let the daycare owner know she threw up and to call me if there are problems. That lady is sweet....yet she never called even though she threw up once more and possibly had a blow out the other end. Coming home I took her temperature and just have been coddling her since. I'm a new mom! What the hell am I supposed to do? Suck it up comments and feelings only apply to my husband when he is sick. (And boy am I a total bitch when he is..)
Considering she just went down for a nap, I decided to get a hold on the chaos in our house....which really means just putz around while i listen to her noises and worry about if I need to be checking on her or not. I love having a baby, I love her being a baby, but I wont miss the amount of worry that's going in to just making sure shes breathing. I feel like I am over thinking how much I need to check on her. I know its from certain issues that have happened into the past with people that I know, but still. I can't control many things that could happen but wrapping my brain around it isn't happening. Maybe one day that will finally click together. I wont get anything done if I just sit here holding my breath.
Since I haven't been on here in over three months, a fabric update is due. I received seven, SEVEN, bins of lovely fabrics. Most are Japanese or a southwest style but now they are ALL MINE. I cant wait to use them but again, frozen with what ideas I should be using them for. Im currently 4 days away from a baby shower that I need to finish making things for, a jacket for a wedding in April is in need of its sleeves and final touches, and of course that blanket that was supposed to be a Christmas gift is still not done and sitting in its box to be finished. I need to stop sweating and start moving! I did make a pot holder prototype and an apron prototype. Finding the time between wanting to see everything Kiwi experiences and the dreadful 11 hours I spend away at work or in traffic makes it kind of difficult. Transitioning to those 11 hours being here at home and sewing is a lot harder than i thought. I still haven't been able to like the banner i was working on, and may need to ask my husband for his opinion/help. Tomorrow is a craft night that I would like to get back up and running. My craft buddies have turned more into couch potatoes but who am I to talk!?!?

~M.