Tooth Fairy Pillow

I was thinking the other day that it's been awhile since we've had a visit from the tooth fairy.  When my oldest was in kindergarten she came pretty frequently but her visits are few and far between now.  Not that I'm complaining.  I find loose teeth to be kinda of nauseating.  I couldn't pull any of my own as a child because I was deathly afraid of wiggling and yanking a tooth out of my mouth. Yuck.

But that is not the point of this story...

After the first one came out I wanted her to have something cute to put the others in.  I had one of those generic little treasure chests from the dentist.  I'm sure you may remember what I mean.  You could only open and close the lid a few times before it would snap off.  I really hated that!  So I grabbed some fleece and leftover embroidery thread and whipped up this little ballerina.

I stitched a little piece of felt onto the back for the tooth to be kept safe. 

The pink material was actually part of a onsie she wore as a baby.  Sigh...where have the years gone?

Say click

Every now and then I grab my son's camera and go through the pictures that the kids have taken.  I do this mainly just to delete the majority of them so he has enough memory to take more.  I have a good laugh most of the time.  There must be an endless source of fascination taking pictures of the floor, ceiling, TV and sofa cushions because I have erased literally hundreds of those shots. 

But every now and then I come across a few gems that I keep:




I can't even say how many pictures have been taken of my backside.



 Everyone looks better in a mustache, no?

There is just something about this one that I really like



Of course what I like best is getting a glimpse through his eyes of things he thinks are important in his life.

My most dreaded chore

Two of my children sleep in bunkbeds.  Perfect for a room that would not allow two singles side by side without giving up a lot of play space and feeling a bit cramped.  I really do like them and they work well. 

However when it comes time to change the sheets my love turns into disgust, exhaustion, and sometimes some not so nice words.  Starting with the dreaded top bunk I couldn't help but snap a shot of this:

Now, my oldest is on the small side for a 7 year old, but where exactly is she sleeping?

Holy Cape Batman

Last year for Halloween brother wanted to be batman and I was all too happy to help him.  I made him this simple cape and a mask with my mad sewing skills.  I think it only took about 3 hours.  Okay, so as you may have guessed I'm not quite proficient with my sewing machine seeing as this should have probably taken only 1 hour or maybe even less.  However he was thrilled and his preschool teacher even commented on my work so I guess the 3 hours was well worth it!  Oh who am I kidding, I would have spent double that time to make him happy.

And some pics for good measure.  The cape I made reversible just in case in later years he wanted something different.  The back is lined in blue.

The mask is made out of felt with elastic sewn onto the sides so he could easily slip it on and off.  I also sewed a piece of fabric in the same pattern onto the back of the mask because I was worried that the felt would feel a tad scratchy.

Here goes something

Blogs, blogs, blogs.  They seem to be everywhere nowadays and I am no stranger to reading them.  I can't exactly remember how I even came about reading them, but I do know that I stumbled upon The Pioneer Woman one day and I have been hooked ever since.  They seem to be a great way to connect with people across the globe to share ideas and life in general and I think that's what I'll plan to do here.  I stay at home with my three kids for now so my life is not the grandest, most exciting, or glamorous thing at this moment but for now I find it to be almost perfect and I wouldn't really want to be anywhere but here.