Ruffle Up A Hoodie

Just a quick post to show off this jacket I made for Leyna last week. And by “made” I mean I transformed it from a basic gray hoodie to a MIZZOU-inspired, ruffled hoodie with the help of about 1/2 yard of fabric and an hour of my time.

It was super easy.

 

The inside of the hood is lined, too. I thought that would be the hardest part, but it was those darn ruffles that killed me. I need a better machine so I can get a ruffler foot. I can not be the mother to a little girl without a ruffler foot, I’m convinced. So, I just went with some freehand pleats down the front.

I followed the tutorial here (found originally on Pinterest).

Source: flickr.com via Jill on Pinterest

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How I Spent My Kid-Free Staycation

This update is coming later than I originally planned for a couple reasons. 1. I got some sort of wretched stomach bug/24 hour flu a couple days ago, barfed my brains out (for the first time this pregnancy!) and spent almost the entirety of yesterday sleeping and/or complaining. I was even too sick to tweet! *GASP* 2. Uhm, the kid is HOME now, which means productivity levels went from nearly a 10 to 1, and blogging suffered because of it, wouldn’t you know.

I’ve been itching to tell you all about it, though, so let me just start by saying it was one of the most wonderful weeks ever! I mean, as much as we enjoyed our vacation to Sonoma earlier this year, I think we got more satisfaction out of this one, and we didn’t even leave our zipcode most days. Our outings mainly consisted of those to Lowes since we decided on a whim to redo the kid’s bathroom, complete with ripping up and replacing tile.

Side note- the Pica is still going strong. The little bits of mortar that my husband was chipping up from the bathroom floor looked as appetizing as Cheddar and Sour Cream Lays Potato Chips, the grout he laid down looked as delicious as buttercream frosting. I kid you not. Yes, I spoke with my midwife about it. No, she *wasn’t* alarmed. This is… common??

My mother is an angel and the world’s best grandmother, or “Nae Nae” as Kendall insists on calling her. She had him for a solid 7 days, and we got SO MUCH DONE. We really must make this a yearly tradition. It’s not like I didn’t miss the kid, because I surely did, but the anxiety I felt after dropping him off rapidly faded and was replaced with the awesome sense of accomplishment as we crossed things off our mile-long to do list.

Sure, our week wasn’t as full of resting and relaxation and formal date nights as I’d hoped, but we still managed to connect and have fun together. I’m fairly certain we never even got into a heated argument a single time we were at Lowes (though there were still several disagreements). When you are away for vacation, I think it’s expected that your relationship will perk up a little bit, the arguments will subside, but it was so nice to experience that same feeling while living our “normal” life at home.  And since Kendall’s returned, I find we’re both working harder to be a little more patient with him and with each other.

So a rousing recommendation from me for more kid-free staycations!! You should really give it a try if you haven’t been so lucky to yet.

Now, time to brag.

As you may recall, I spent much of my week in my own personal sewing hell. Not only did I have my temperamental sewing machine and her bitch-ass bobbin to deal with, but I also had a new frenemy, the Olfa Rotary Cutter, who damn near sliced off the top of my finger. (For real, people, do not underestimate the deadliness of this crafty tool. I’m sleeping with it under my pillow the nights Scott is gone so I can get deadly crafty on intruders if need be.)

While Scott slaved away on the bathroom remodel, shouting obscenities at his equally deadly mortar scraper thingy (hmmm.. I’m beginning to wonder how much our relationship really benefited from having inanimate objects to scream at for the week), I sweat and swore and knocked out baby girl’s crib skirt, baby blanket, and curtains lined with blackout fabric.

I still have a few sewing projects to tackle, like the crib rail guard and a couple pillow covers, and we still have some furniture and accessories to add to the room, but here’s what I’ve got so far.

The baby blanket is definitely a labor of love, but not so much skill. Crooked stitches and wonky ruffles turned “pleats” abound. Never, ever try to hand ruffle 9 yards of fabric. Never.

Not quite satisfied with the curtains. I think I’m going to move the rod up a bit and put them on those clippy hook thingies. The blackout fabric was a huge PITA, but it makes all the difference. That room feels 10 degrees cooler.

This is the next big project I’ve got to tackle. We’re adding a hutch to the right of the changing pad where we can display her “worldly souvenirs,” like the Matroyshkas I just won on Ebay! Then I have some crafty things up my sleeve for decoration above it. The dresser is from Ikea (surprisingly sturdy, I’ll add) and the trash can is for cloth diaper laundry.

Not too shabby for a week’s worth of work in the third trimester, eh? We also managed to organize the garage a bit and finally figured out what to do with 3 of our 5 strollers (and I swear, every SINGLE one of them gets used- or will be- and has a purpose). Scott screwed in some $9 bike hooks to the studs and whala!  So much better than the real estate they were taking up in our front room, temporarily turned stroller garage.

I wish I could say we accomplished everything on the list that gives me anxiety daily, but at least we made a considerable dent. To top the week off, we got to go to a bar where we watched, in it’s ENTIRETY, the Mizzou Homecoming game vs. OU, and we got to see the most epic smackdown, not missing a single play. We ate greasy, spicy appetizers and Scott drank like he was in college again, which I found to be pretty amusing and was secretly jealous. Best. Date night. Ever. GO TIGERS!!

Mizzou Homecoming 10 years ago

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Make new friends, but keep the old. They might save your sanity.

 

L to R: Jaimee and Owen, Me and Kendall, Jess and Micah

L to R: Jaimee and Owen, Me and Kendall, Jess and Micah

 

 

The last time Jaimee, Jess and I were all in the same room I’m pretty sure we were 19 and 20, drinking illegally and talking about boys. It was Jess’s going away party. She was leaving Mizzou to attend college closer to home and the man she would end up marrying. Jess and I eventually lost touch shortly after, and though Jaimee and I continued to hang out frequently throughout college, our communication drifted and became more and more sporadic as the years went by.

It’s your typical story of friends you miss, but just don’t know what you’d say if you got back in touch with them after many years. What would you have to talk about other than recounting stories of the times you used to drink a whole bottle of wine on your own BEFORE heading out to the bar?

Then, as I waddled in from the mailbox 8 months pregnant, I found it, a birth announcement with a picture of a boy with eyes unmistakably his mother’s. Jaimee had a baby! I sent her a congratulatory card and included my number and email, and while I can’t remember who called who(m?), somehow we managed to get back in touch.  Through a back and forth email chain I came to find out that Jess gave birth to a little boy around the time I had Kendall, and then was pleasantly surprised to find a comment on this very blog from her shortly after.

Suddenly, we were all back in touch, conversations as effortless as we left them back in Columbia, MO. This time instead of talking about hangovers, sales at Express and J-School teachers, we covered topics like breastfeeding and colic and postpartum horror stories (if you think I had it bad, you would cry hearing what poor Jess went through).

Over the last year we’ve exchanged emails and phone calls and pictures of our little boys, hoping out loud every now and then to all get together again sometime.  The opportunity finally presented itself last week when I travelled back up to Missouri to meet Scott on a business trip. The three of us were pretty spread out across the eastern half of the state, but, committed to seeing each other, we all drove two hours to the St. Louis Zoo on Tuesday.

Despite the early and long drive, despite completely depriving three boys under two of their morning nap, despite all the factors that were against us, it was a MIRACULOUS event and not a single tantrum or meltdown was had.  We met at the zoo, not so the boys could learn all about animals, but so we would have an appropriate venue to keep them strapped inside their strollers while we talked. We knew there was no way in hell we would be able to carry on a conversation if we had to chase them around.

We pushed and talked and walked in circles, occasionally breaking to squat down, point and say halfheartedly, “Look. There is a bird. Can you say bird? Anyway… as I was saying… breastfeeding hurt like a bitch.”  We were totally phoning it in on the parenting front, but I don’t think the boys knew any better. The real work came when we went to lunch at the Boat House. All three boys, apparently, have an unhealthy obsession with ducks and nearly ripped our arms off trying to jump in the lake after them. Then we exchanged more mom stories while taking turns pulling away knives and sugar caddies from them at the table.

It was a weird/cool full circle moment of life. I don’t think we could have ever guessed 9 years ago that the next time we’d all be together our conversations would be about boys under the age of two and misuse of a sippy cup (if considered a punishable offense) would be the only illegal drinking going on.  It’s a fun bond to have, and it’s been wonderful getting to know these girls all over again. Who knows… maybe in 2026 when they all three graduate from high school, we will come together again in Columbia, MO and send off our next generation of Mizzou Tigers. 

Until then, one thing is for sure. There are many more phonecalls and emails and meetups in our future, and hopefully some legal drinking, too.

Kendall and Micah will both be 15 months soon and Owen is nearly 20 months

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