Monday Morning Heart Attack

Y’all. I have had a DAY. You-know-who was up so often last night that we ended up just bringing him into our room, which of course he took as an invitation to partake in an early morning breakfast buffet. Eventually I gave up on getting any more sleep and brought him downstairs for breakfast and a bath. After bathtime I reached into the pile of diapers I’d pulled off the clothesline after dinner last night and shrieked when I saw THIS:

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ZOMG. I about died. What the heck IS that??? I quickly slapped another diaper on the baby and laid him on the floor, then wrapped diaper and bug together up in a towel and took the whole operation outside for a thorough shakedown.

THEN, OMG. I got baby down for his morning nap, started working on this morning’s blog post, and our house alarm went off! False alarms with the wired smoke detectors are not infrequent, so I went upstairs to investigate. Y’all, the bathroom was full of smoke. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from but I worried maybe something was burning inside the walls so when the alarm company called I asked them to send the fire department. And as I hurried around the house trying to wrangle up all my beloved creatures I encountered more smoke in the downstairs bath (directly below the upstairs). I called Nick and he didn’t answer, so I simply texted EMERGENCY. He called back just as I was making my way outside with both cats jammed into a pet carrier together, Juliet on a leash, Jack in his carseat, and my diaper bag and wallet in my arms. I said, “The house is on fire!” then hung up and set up camp on the sidewalk to wait for the fire department. There were these two guys across the street in fluorescent vests making their way over and I was just about to ask them to watch my baby and my pets while I went inside to grab our important files, but this is what happened instead:

“My house is on fire!”

“Your house isn’t on fire.”

“Well it’s full of smoke!”

“Well, actually, we’re smoke testing the sewers, you must have a leak. Where did it start?”

“The upstairs bath!”

“Do you not use it that often?”

“No, I showered yesterday!” (the day before in all honesty but I was not in a place to admit that)

“Well are there any strange pipes or anything?”

“Dude I don’t know but the fire department is on their way so can you just make the smoke go away?”

“Yeah we’ll shut it off.”

Then the fire department came and checked everything out just for good measure.

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I think they were impressed with my rescue operation on the sidewalk. I should’ve taken a picture of everything I value in this world (besides Nick and of course the rest of our families) clustered together on four square feet of concrete.

Can you believe that the sewer company or whoever doesn’t warn people about this sort of thing? “Oh, we’ll just be pumping smoke into your house. No biggie.” The firemen said it happens all the time, but that you can tell the difference because this sort of smoke isn’t irritating. That explains why I felt so confident going back in for stuff we probably should be keeping in a fireproof safe. If it had been difficult to breathe or whatever I wouldn’t have dared.

So I’ll be back tomorrow with a DIY project, but for now I think I’ll spend the rest of my day counting my blessings and trying to get my heart rate back to normal, lol.

Seven Months Old

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Wow. Time flies, huh? We’re officially on a downward slide to Jack’s first birthday and things are looking up. It’s funny with babies. The first two weeks he was here I thought he was the easiest baby ever. “I’ve got this,” I thought. “Parenting is easy,” I thought. Then at two weeks it was like somebody flipped a switch and he suddenly had a lot of needs. Like to be held almost constantly. He fought naps and cried anytime I put him down, even just to brush my teeth or put on some real clothes. But I counted my blessings because he continued to sleep pretty well at night. Then from two months to four months something changed and he was pretty easy again. I congratulated myself on getting through the fussy weeks so gracefully. Then, OMG, he turned four months old and the next two months nearly killed me. The kid would not nap unless he was being held the entire time–it’s not much of a break for mom if she doesn’t actually get a break! And even then I was lucky to get thirty minutes out of him before he woke up still cranky. To make matters worse, nighttime was deteriorating as well. He went from sleeping a 6-9 hour stretch followed by another couple hours until morning to waking every 2-3 hours all night long. I was sleep deprived and dangerous to be around.

So when he turned six months old a couple of things happened. He started solids, we moved him out of our room, and we started putting him down awake and waiting a few minutes before going in if he cried. Life changer. Bedtime is a breeze and he’s back to waking to nurse only once or twice a night, which I’m fine with. Naps continued to be a problem for a few weeks and I don’t even try to put him down awake or wait before coming in at naptime because it’s a complete disaster, but over the past week or so naps seem to be falling into place on their own and at this very moment I sit typing away on my laptop while he snoozes happily in the next room. You do not know how insanely luxurious this feels unless you have had a baby who insisted on napping in your arms.

Another thing that happened this month is that Jack got sick for the very first time. He had a lot of congestion and both ears were infected. A round of antibiotics had him good as new in no time, and now that he’s well again he is actually going to have a minor procedure next week to have his frenulums clipped. His tongue and lip are both really restricted, and since the lip in particular can cause some pretty significant speech and orthodontic problems when he’s older (as well as pain and discomfort he’s unable to tell us about) we’re having them revised by an ENT. It should be a quick and relatively painless event, so fingers crossed!

The funniest thing to happen recently is that Jack has become much more aware of our pets. Juliet likes to hang out under his high chair while he’s eating (for obvious reasons. She’s not the sharpest tool in the shed but she knows he’s a goldmine for dropped food) and he loves to lean over the side and look at her. And when he’s on the floor if she’s within grabbing distance he tries to reach out and pet her, but usually it’s more like him poking her in the eye/pulling her ear/grabbing and twisting her fur. Fortunately she’s a good sport about it. And when Sheila or Pistachio walks past or jumps onto a piece of furniture he watches and laughs. It’s hilarious.

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Even when he’s fussy and demanding, I can’t help but love the little guy. He’s just so sweet and funny and cute. Consider us smitten.

It’s a good thing he’s been napping like such a champ lately because I am going to be cleaning my house like a crazy lady today getting ready for my sister’s bridal shower tomorrow! This is the first time we’ve had more than a handful of people over since Jack was born and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. I guess the good thing is that I can always blame a messy house on being busy with the baby, haha, even though he’s not mobile yet so it’s not like I can try to pretend like he’s directly responsible. He mostly just lays there and demands my attention.

Young House Love: The Book

If you read a lot of home decor or DIY blogs, chances are you’ve heard of Young House Love. They’re kind of a big deal. I’ve been reading their blog since waaaaaay before starting my own and I’d be lying if I said they didn’t play a big role in inspiring my whole “living well on the cheap” philosophy. They are really great and if you haven’t checked out their blog you should do so. The thing is, I think that a lot of the folks who read my blog are not necessarily blog readers. I think a lot of y’all are friends and family and my friends’ and family’s friends and family who happened to stumble upon my blog one day and decided to stick around. So maybe you haven’t heard that the couple behind Young House Love wrote a book.

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John and Sherry Petersik are not paying me to say this. They don’t even know who I am (I wish! I totally have a friend crush on them!). But this book is really good. And if you like my blog, chances are you will like this book.

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It’s chock full of ideas to make your home your own. Some things are quick and easy and inexpensive, like the ones on these pages I happened to photograph, while others (ex: paint your kitchen cabinets, hang textured wallpaper on your ceiling, build a headboard) require a bit more elbow grease and/or moolah. There are tons of step-by-step tutorials and a heavy dose of you-can-do-it-! enthusiasm.

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John and Sherry are nearing the end of a nationwide book tour, so if you’re lucky enough to live near NYC, Atlanta, or Charlotte maybe you can get yourself a signed copy at one of their remaining tour stops. My friend Sarah got me one when they came to Houston. I was totally jealous that she got to meet them! I tried to talk Nick into going with me to meet them in Atlanta but he couldn’t swing the time off from work and no way am I willing to make a trip like that alone with Jack. I’d be bananas by the end of day one, haha.

Whitewashed

If you ever hear me talk about painting a room a bright or bold color again, please stop me. I began to hate the blue in my laundry room almost immediately after painting it over a year ago. And because I didn’t like it, I let the room fall to shambles. See below.

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I bought a can of Olympic no-VOC paint in off-the-shelf white last summer and started cutting in, but that’s about as far as I got.

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I’m hosting a bridal shower for my sister this weekend and the prospect of all those ladies in my house got me motivated to finally finish what I’d started in here. So on Saturday morning I handed the baby over to Nick and moved everything to the middle of the room.

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I knew from my previous cutting-in experience that the white paint was not going to provide great coverage over the blue enamel. It just slid all over and dried all streaky looking. So I did something I rarely do–used primer!

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I used this nifty tool to cut in. I wouldn’t recommend it if you’re a detail-oriented person because it’s not perfect, but I’d rather pry my own fingernails off one by one than to painstakingly cut in every. single. edge. with a brush, so this thing was a lifesaver.

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It seriously made cutting in so fast. I had primer on all the edges in no time.

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And since I was rockin and rollin the rest of the room was primed in a jiffy as well. Imagine me feeling optimistic about being done by lunch.

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But lunchtime came and went and after two coats it was clear I needed yet another. By late afternoon I was tired, so I decided to call it a day.

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Bright and early Sunday I rolled on a third coat of white paint, let it dry, and voila! A freshly painted laundry room!

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I poured the laundry detergent into a glass canister and recruited an unused basket to corral clean washcloths. The canister used to hold dog treats so poor Juliet comes running every time she hears it open, haha. There were originally cabinets on that wall when we moved in but we ripped them out and replaced them with those simple shelves. I cleared out so much stuff we weren’t using that there’s quite a bit of empty space on them now. The washer and dryer came with the house and have certainly seen better days. The washer’s transmission is on its deathbed according to my sister’s fiance, who seems to know about this sort of thing, and the dryer sometimes emits a burning smell so I’m too scared to run it when we’re not home or after we go to bed. I cleaned out the vent really well while I had it moved for painting so maybe that will help. Nick and I are hoping to replace them sometime in the next few months.

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Welcome to the ugliest spot in my entire house. This is the downside of having cats–the litter box! Ugh I hate it. Those two plastic drawers hold dog and cat food and the crate is just a glorified place for the cats to sit while they drink their water. We originally thought we would crate Juliet when we weren’t home but she was so pitiful about it that we gave up. I have an idea to create a little storage area over here that also hides the cat litter, but that’ll have to be tackled in a few weeks probably.

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We changed up the layout a little bit as well, moving the purple dresser to be under the window and the trashcans to be next to the doorway to the kitchen. Two trashcans = one for recycling, one for trash.

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I was totally thinking I would try to clear out and get rid of that purple dresser, but I kind of like it in its new spot. I bought it secondhand for my first apartment, and it was my very first spray paint project a few years ago. It was on this piece that I learned the hard way that spray paint does not work that well on flat surfaces–it’s best left for small or oddly shaped/textured objects. I’m thinking of keeping it and repainting it and possible changing out the knobs.

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Also on the agenda for this room is some new window treatments. I’d love to get a woven shade for that back window and maybe apply some some frosting film to the small window in the far end of the room. I actually have a dream to someday put a tiny half bath in that little nook where all the pet stuff is, but that’s waaaaay down the line and might not ever even happen. In the meantime, I am absolutely amazed at what a difference the white paint makes. I’ve done a couple loads of laundry in the last few days and am amazed at how much bigger and brighter the room feels. I’m learning as I go with this whole home decor thing and I’ve decided I really prefer light, neutral colors on walls and large furniture. Tables and dressers are easy for me to change up with paint so I don’t mind going a little more bold on those pieces, and it’s fun to bring in color with textiles and accessories, but anything expensive or tedious to change should be pretty dang neutral in my book. Now if only I could motivate myself to paint over all that red in the upstairs bath…