food, crochet, merriment
So they say that you can tell…
a baby is ready for solid food…
when they show a particular interest…
in what you are eating.
I’m thinking–get this girl some Cheetoes. Ha!
Ok, I mean mashed peaches..
organic ones…
in their own juice.
(See me later about the Cheetoes baby Chomp. Grammy will hook you up.)
So we have this very sweet, very happy, very rubbery baby dolly at our house.
Believe it or not, she smiles allll the time and she’s even starting to laugh–a lot.
The funny thing is–I can’t really prove it, because whenever I point the camera at her…
…she stops whatever she’s doing–laughing, and smiling included—
and stares into the lens.
She’s fascinated by it.
Which makes it hard to show you what an incredible smile she has…unless…
we can point and snap the shot really fast…
before she goes back into the “zone.”
I think I love this baby’s smile so much because it’s one I’m very familiar with.
Pretty sure her mama had it first.
Finally, finally—the pink, fluffy shawl for baby Chomp is finished. Phew!
Since I’ve only been able to work on it on the weekends—it’s taken longer than usual.
I personally think that somehow…it matches her.
Twenty-six years ago when Lyndi, my second daughter was born, Grama brought little April to the hospital to see us and of course her sweet baby sister. Filled with new mama hormones and missing my “original baby” desperately, I was nearly in tears when she burst into the hospital room–just a few hours after the birth.
To my surprise, she ran right past me and my outstretched arms, around the big bed and straight to the isolette that Lyndi lay wrapped in. She climbed right up onto the side–with dad steadying it–and leaned over so close that she could nearly lay her head on the baby’s chest.
Because she was only 21 months old I was nervous that she’d be too rough and pokey–but just as I took her little arm to help her back down, she breathed a huge sigh, and whispered, “Ohhhh—I missed you.”
There were no words at that moment…
…and there are no words for this.
So I have these shelves…
…they hold tons of stuff, but honestly, there’s no order to any of it and that makes me nuts. Looking for a needle? Yeah, well, it’s in there somewhere. I really hate that. Why have stuff if you can’t ever find it?
I thought about it for awhile, and came to the conclusion that the reason for the frustration is that all the containers are different shapes and sizes, none are labeled and they’re just stuffed on the shelf–with no rhyme or reason other than they fit there.
I decided that I would see what I could do to clean all this up and gave myself a $30 budget to do it with.
Walmart is having a good deal on their storage bins and tubs right now–a January thing, I suppose. The shoe boxes were $1 a piece and I bought 20. The small 3 drawer bin was $6 and the 2 small craft sorters were about $1.60 each. That equals $29.20 plus tax. Not bad.
It took most of the day to sort all this stuff, but it was actually fun to see what supplies I have and then to give them all a place. I couldn’t believe how many packages of needles I have socked away. I’m always afraid I won’t be able to find one when I need it, so just I buy more. Sheesh…
I don’t have labels on any of the boxes yet, but since they are clear, I can tell what is in them anyway, so no big rush. This looks even better in real life, because even all the tiny things have a home. Now if I find a button on the floor, I know just where it goes.
Oh, and besides these shelves, I also have this squishy, sweet, smiling baby with a dinosaur on her head—from Aunt April. She needs a kiss.
I have to go… :]
New Year’s Goal #7– I will organize my stuff so that everything has it’s own place. What I can’t make fit I will get rid of…somehow.