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Remember the guys that did the treadmill video? Well, OK Go has a new one out that’s pretty incredible. Enjoy.
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My fourteen-year-old curly-headed niece is rarely spotted without a lens in front of her face. The last nineteen months she has taken photo after photo of my fluffier redhead. And she’s really good. Here is one she just gave me. I really love it. Since the day he was born, he’s had that look in his eyes that he knows a whole lot more than he should. I remember just looking at his scrawny, pink face and thinking, “what do you want to tell me?” Anyway, I really think she captured that in this photo.
Even though I’m pretty sure that this time the message he is giving with his eyes is just, “I know I’m not supposed to be on these stairs, but you’re taking a picture of me so I’m gonna take advantage of it. Don’t tell my mom, okay?” -
A while back, my mom found a little play kitchen at a garage sale for $5. I told her to pick it up, thinking I would have a girl someday who would love it. Little did I know, my 19-month-old son would have a burning passion for the culinary arts. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. I think my passion for making things cute and new again outweighs his cooking desires. Either way, I think he’ll like it.
It started out as this.
It almost ripped my heart out to take his “car” away from him to start the remodeling. But I had a vision, so I pressed on. And this is what happened to it.
I did a little mixing and matching with parts from both pieces. I ended up using the bones to one of the pieces, and countertop and oven door from the other.
The sink hardware was leftover from an IKEA sink we had previously purchased for our bathroom. I cut a new hole in the countertop to place the $2.50 dog bowl I found from Family Dollar. Perfect fit!
Jbird cut a new piece for the back as well as for the shelf. The bar attached to the shelf and the knobs for the stove are also leftover IKEA products. I just painted the burners by hand. Pretty imperfect, but that’s okay.
He’s already doing dishes. He makes his mama very proud.
Good job, son. Put those dishes away like a good boy. Someday you will have a very grateful wife.And rest assured, every doubt that I had that maybe the play kitchen was a little too “girly” for my son was smashed into a million pieces about as quickly as that cute little teapot perched on the shelf. In the words of every stranger that we interact with at Wal-mart,
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I feel like it’s good for his social skills to have a buddy over every now and then. I mean, I try to help him fit in with society the best I can. And with the weather being as cold as it is, there’s not a lot of outdoor time. Keeping him locked up and alone all the time just isn’t gonna cut it. So, we had a friend over. And when there’s a friend, it usually calls for these guys.
This time it was M&Ms. My personal favorite.
Beautiful, no?
What is it about a hot M&M? I could pass on a room-temp one all day long, but a melty one? It’s over.
Wait a minute. Whaaaaat happened? This is my trusty recipe. It’s fool-proof.
Okay, so my scoop was too big. My mistake.
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I’ve had several people ask me if I am planning on selling the personalized felt dolls. Well, folks, this is your chance! Here’s the deal. I’m not advertising them on the SB store, but if you would like to order one, you can .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) me. Please email me a photo of the person you’re wanting me to replicate—with their typical hairstyle, outfit, etc.
The price is $50. This includes:
-a 10” hand stitched personalized felt doll
-one extra outfit (could be a leotard/tutu, sports uniform, gymnastics suit…etc.)If you are interested, let me know!
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Here’s a quick video of Wylder you may enjoy. I love this fuzzy-haired boy!
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So, I guess Wildman is officially in the throws of toddlerhood. And, I am reaping all the benefits. Actually, I can’t complain. He’s a good boy. But, lately he’s been a little naughtier than nicer. You can even see the naughty in his hair.
Let me explain. When the boy wants something, instead of using any of the hand signs he mastered months ago, he choses to make this whiney grunt that sends both me and Jbird over the edge. It wouldn’t be so bad except we’ve been having to hear it no less than 100 times a day. So, I’ve been trying to hold it together and re-direct his grunt to “please, Mama?” or “please, Daddy?”
Here’s how it normally plays out:
Wylder: Uuuuh, uuuuh! (pointing to his milk, a guitar, a random light switch,...etc)
Me: What do you say to Mama?
Wylder: Uuuh, uuuuuh, uuuuh! (louder this time)
Me: (gently) No, no. We say, “please, mama”
Wylder: “Pee, Mama?”
Me: Sure, here it is (whatever “it” is as the moment)The problem is that when he does it to his dad, he thinks he has to say, “please, Mama?” That leads to Jason having to coach him in repeating, “please, Daddy?” and so on.
So, here’s a conversation we had this week:
Wylder: Uuuuh, uuuuh! (pointing to ice cream)
Me: What do you say?
Wylder: Nununu mamadada? (while simultaneously doing the please sign on his chest)In a nutshell, I think I may have screwed up my kid.
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After a full year of sporting these stink bombs, I figured out that the insoles come out and I can use the Jbird technique. If you watch the video, let me go ahead and warn you: creepy pre-pubescent-ish mustache alert.
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