A room for a girl

I fell in love with this picture.

 It's from a great blog called The Idea Room.

I have become obsessed with a turquoise and pink theme for Eva's room.  I want to paint the walls turquoise, pop a light pink blanket on the bed with funky pillows, and add a white dresser with cute pink glass knobs.

Check out my pinterest with my ideas.

Here's a couple colors on the wall so far.

 I definitely don't like the bottom one.  The kids like the top one (Caleb actually asked me to paint it in his room. Uh, no).

Eva is getting Caleb's full sized bed since the boys are sharing a room now. A friend gave me this awesome comforter and matching sham.

I really love it. Unfortunately its a twin and too small to cover her entire bed so I'm thinking of folding it over the end of the bed on top of a soft pink blanket. You know, layering Pottery Barn style.

Eva sleeps on top of everything, she doesn't cover up, so I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about it anyway. lol.


What do you think? Is this wall color too much? Should I find a better way to incorporate this color scheme?

Comparatively

I am getting completely carried away with internet blogs these days.  I'm reading these blogs and looking at pictures of people I don't know anything about. I just found a link to a new one. This girl is beautiful, her husband looks like Ashton Kutcher (trucker hat and all), kids are cuties, she wears the coolest, funkiest clothes . . . I could go on, but I won't.

As I'm browsing her blog, my heart turns really ugly. I want to find at least one fault with her and this perfect looking family. Does she not love the Lord? Does she feed her kids unhealthy food? Does she make bad parenting choices? Seriously, I'm pouring over her blog entries trying to find something wrong with her.

I don't.

Instead I find out that they love Jesus and she has weekly posts that are encouraging and beautiful and real.

She even has this post about comparing yourself to others. Read it here.

Ouch.

She writes:

"Our responsibility (as salt) is to make men & women thirsty (for God) because of our lives."

Are you making people thirsty?

 Or are you threatened? Jealous? 

Yucky heart stuff here.

Obedience is tough.

I am apparently threatened and jealous or I wouldn't be looking for flaws in people all the time. 

Lord, I just ask that you would help me to love people for who they are and to not want to compare and make sure that I'm doing better than they are.  That is so gross and ugly. Please change that part of me. Help me to celebrate others' successes and to help love them through their tough times. I desperately need to be more like you and less like me . . . because just me without you is not a pretty sight. 


And thank you for loving me as I am and for being proud of me and encouraging me. You're so good to me and I am so thankful that you gently speak and correct your children . . . that you don't abandon us when we're not at our best.  


Much love,
amanda

Mr. Yuck

A while back, M had some sort of poison control guest speaker visit his PreK class at FBA.  He came home with a nice bag full of poison literature, coloring pages, and a sheet of those infamous, green Mr. Yuck stickers.  I remember them from when I was a kid. You put them on things that are poisonous so that kids know not to eat them.

M took these little green guys very seriously.  His first one ended up on the kids' jar of vitamins. I told him that they weren't actually poisonous and he pointed out that they're only supposed to eat two . . . no more. Apparently that warranted a poison sticker. BAM!

After that, I opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink for him.  It has one of those child safe locks on it that all the kids can easily open, but I have a hard time undoing.  I showed him the plethora of dangerous cleaners housed there.  I was thinking, JACKPOT! He was very disinterested. He put one sticker on the Bar Keepers Friend and moved on.

I decided that he was on his own mission and that he didn't need my opinion on what was dangerous.  I left him to it and pretty much forgot about it.

Quite a while later, I entered our mater bathroom. I glanced around and realized that the Poison Police had paid us a visit. It appeared that the bathroom held much greater danger than the cabinet under the sink. 

Andrew's hair-styling products (I love me some spiky hair) each earned a Mr. Yuck.

*Note our awful viney wallpaper. This is the last room of the house that still contains the pink and green wallpaper from the previous owners. That deserves a Mr. Yuck sticker. He should have put it right on the wall.
 

My pretty perfumey (spell check says that's not a word. ha!) bottles also made the list.

But I really had to laugh when I got to the bathtub.  M must have spent some time standing in our tub sticking green yucky faces on all our bottles. From shaving creams to foot scrub and don't forget the face wash . . .  they all got marked. I've felt much safer in the shower knowing which things are safe for me to consume and which ones I should just wash with.

I'm glad to know that my boy has such a strong concern for his family's well being. Is your house properly marked?