My mom is visiting again, and we're in the process of putting the finishing touches on the boys' room. I've had those Sterilite drawers since I was in college... they still looked pretty good, but I didn't like the way the drawer fronts were see-through. It made the room look so cluttered. We stopped at Hobby Lobby on our way home from the airport on Wednesday morning and picked out some fabrics in greens, blues and cream. I liked all three equally, so we got some of each. We opened and cut cereal box cardboard to fit the drawer fronts and used double-sided tape to wrap them in fabric. ...And voila! No more clutter and a really cute color-scheme to boot. Stephen happened to get in the photo. I think he's stuffing some toy tools under the changing pad.
A newsletter to capture the antics of Stephen Vincent, Rockam Victor & Oliver Ephraim Parrino
Showing posts with label crib. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crib. Show all posts
Friday, January 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Crib workout
I just found Stephen in a funny predicament of his own design. I had to take a photo before rescuing him. :-)
As I post, Munchie is kicking the bars of his crib over and over and squealing at the noise he's making.
He's been in a really good mood. He was so well-behaved while I went to get my Kentucky driver's license. (Yes. I'm very bad. I've been living in Hoptown for 3 years and I was still hanging on to my Illinois driver's license.) But my birthday is in two days and it was about to expire so I had to bite the bullet. Anyhow, the waiting room at the Justice Center is just two long cushioned benches facing each other, so I was nervous about Stephen getting fussy. But he just sat on my lap contentedly, looking at the half dozen people also waiting. Smiling at each one until the strangers reciprocated. Very cute. He made mama proud. He didn't even fuss much when I made him lie in my lap so they could take my ID photo :-) Joe joked that if Munchie was sitting in my lap, my driver's license would have a little wisp of hair sticking up under my chin. That would have been pretty cute, but I thought it safer to keep him out of the frame.
The poor kid is over the nasty cold he had in January, but now his little GI is on the fritz. I've been trying to give him Pedialyte, but you'd think it was turpentine or something. He spits out most of what I get in his mouth. Oh. gross. He's just spit up the rest on my leg. Well, better post now!
Friday, December 12, 2008
fun with tissues
Saturday, December 6, 2008
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