Button Monogram

I saw a picture on Pinterest. I pinned it, along with a million other people. I read the tutorial here and decided to go for it.

I searched around for buttons. Buttons are more expensive than I anticipated. I bought a couple different packages at Walmart. I printed out the outline of a capital "E" on an piece of cardstock. It wouldn't center right. I figured I could trim the edges as needed.

I also bought a heavy duty glue stick. I ended up using a combination of the glue stick and hot glue.

This is how it looked after gluing all the buttons. 

I felt it was missing something, so I went out in search of brads. They are much smaller and could fill in the holes in between the buttons. I ended up with some glittery ones and some very tiny solid colored ones. This was a little tedious punching them through the paper and all, but it definitely helped out.

There have been two white shadow boxes hanging in Eva's room since she was born. I was pretty much done with what had been hanging in them for the past four years. I took one of the frames and my button E and headed to Hobby Lobby hoping to find a matte in a perfect shade of pink, in a pre-cut size. No such luck. I picked out a perfect shade of pink in a large matte, and had it custom made. The girl told me it would only cost a couple dollars, plus I could use my 40% off coupon. Wow. What a deal. She filled out an invoice, which I didn't actually look at, and I left the store.

A couple days later, the store called me. Something made me check the invoice before I left the house. I hadn't realized that although the matte was not very expensive, I was also being charged for the labor of cutting it and assembling the frame. That pushed the price of the matte up to about $13. That was more than I wanted to pay, but I was kinda stuck at this point. Also, you can't use the coupon on the labor part of framing and matting (apparently).

I was pretty thrilled with how it looked. It's a bit uneven due to the buttons and the fact that it didn't print centered in the first place. I maybe should have used a white matte so it wouldn't be so obvious, but it looks really cute in Eva's room now. It was finished the night before her 4th birthday party, so I displayed it on the hutch next to the food table.

I should also take a better picture of the finished product. But its after midnight right now. I'm 35 weeks pregnant and I'm pretty happy that I'm even posting this much. Now I'm obsessed with buttons, especially button monograms. I've bought a bunch of pale pink ones and hopefully will have another E for Baby Elise finished before her arrival . . . keep you posted.

Cheap Summer Fun

We recently spent an afternoon in The Woodlands. Market Street is about 15 minutes from our house in Conroe, so it makes for a nice, cost-efficient trip.

We first partook in the fountains at the newly constructed "Waterway Square." There are also some fun, kid friendly fountains on Market Street, but we've played in those and wanted to try out the new ones.

Dangerous, my sons.

We drove over to Market Street and headed over to The Cupcakery. Wonderfully delicious stuff here. The cupcakes come out to $3.50 each. It's a little pricey for a cupcake, but it brought the total for our afternoon to $10.50, which isn't bad.

 

 

We ended our little outing with a trip on the free trolley. They drive around Market Street, past the library, along the Waterway, passing the Cynthia Woods Pavilion, over by the mall, and back to Market Street.

Around and around. 

Photo courtesy http://www.thewoodlandscvb.com/trolley/

Good times. Only cost us $10.50. Do you have any other cheap summer ideas?

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?

Faulty

I was recently involved in a discussion about requesting teachers at my son's elementary school. One mom pointed out how important it is to get a teacher that's not a yeller.  Another mom, who knows me more personally, admitted that she's a yeller and pointed out that I am also a yeller. She gave me a quick side hug and laughed about how she loves me because of it.

I laughed with them.  But, I don't like people pointing out  my faults, especially in front of other people.  I really like people to think that I'm perfect. Seriously, I don't yell at my  kids that much.

I started paying attention.  Shoot.  That darn friend was right.  I yell at my kids all the time.  They don't deserve that.  They deserve to be encouraged and respected.  I don't like to be yelled at, why would I do something to them that I hate? I'm trying really hard to change this about myself; to find a better way to communicate to them, when I would normally be screaming.

As I went to sleep last night, God really reminded me of how great my kids are.  I spent a good deal of time praying for them; that God would grow them in their strengths, and also to break down the areas where they each struggle.  I also prayed that I would be a better mom; enjoy them, listen to them, and build them up. 

It is, after all, a heart issue. What comes out of my mouth is really an outpouring of my heart.  God brought me to this verse this morning.  (I NEVER have quiet times anymore, this was super rare today.)  Psalm 51:10 - Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Yes, please.

Of loss and the Opposite

It was September of last year.  I was sitting in the youth room of our church on a Wednesday evening, surrounded by teenagers and a couple other leaders. Someone was teaching a lesson. Suddenly my phone beeped.  I recognized by the sound that it was a calendar update.  I glanced down at it, "Baby Creamer Due Today."

My mind flashed back to nine months earlier and the positive pregnancy test.  My husband and I had been pretty shocked to be expecting our fourth child. Ten days later I miscarried.  I was upset, surprised by how attached I had gotten in only ten days.  But, I thought about friends who had suffered through much more devastating loss and pushed my sad feelings aside.

I obviously had not remembered that in those ten days I put the baby's due date into my cell phone.  I glanced around the room to see if anyone had noticed my sudden display of emotion.  It had gone unnoticed and the night went on as usual.

Miscarriages are apparently very common.  But, why don't we talk about it?  By the way, my pushing the feelings aside was not a good choice.  Some friends got together to spend some time praying with me.  I didn't even realize it was something I needed, but really helped me deal with the situation and to allow myself to grieve.

I didn't talk about it much.  How do you even bring that up if someone doesn't already know about it?  I'm not sure why I'm even talking about it now.  We just found out two weeks ago that I'm pregnant again.  I was pretty scared at first to let myself be happy.  I was waiting to see if it would stick or not.  I've made it to six weeks and I'm feeling like crap.  It seems that this pregnancy is going perfect. 

I just take comfort in knowing that I am safe in God's hands.  He has always always taken care of me and blessed me beyond my wildest dreams.  I'm okay with whatever His plan is for me and that He'll get me through it. He's worth it, and I am, too.