Today is your third birthday. I should have written letters on your first and second birthdays, but as you will soon learn, I can be a bit of a procrastinator.
There hasn’t been a day in the last three years that I haven’t said a prayer of thanks for you. You make me laugh, often when you don’t mean to. Your giggle is infectious and your ability to learn slightly inappropriate phrases, like, ‘you’re wee-diculuous’ is astonishing.
You hate to have your hair brushed, and demand that I am gentle when I try.
Every morning, Daddy lets you make your own cream of wheat cereal. You try very hard not to spill the package on the counter.
Your favourite book is Red Riding Hood, but you usually make me stop reading before the wolf eats Granny. Beauty and the Beast is your favourite movie. I like to watch you watch it because I can see that you are trying to memorize the songs.
Whenever you take something you shouldn’t have, you reply, “I’m just borrowing with it.” No, that’s not a typo. You say, “borrowing with it.”
A few times a week, you wake up in the middle of the night and I let you crawl into bed with me. I secretly don’t mind because the smell of your hair is intoxicating.
When asked what you wanted for your birthday, you replied, “A purple pencil.” For weeks, you have been telling us, “I’m two, but then I’ll be three, then it ‘ll be Christ-a-mas.” This week, you tried to convince your daycare teachers that you were turning seven. I don’t think they bought it.
You love the iPad and Disney Junior. Your evening TV schedule involves watching Mickey Mouse, then Doc McStuffins, then bedtime. When it’s jammie-time, your brother helps you hide so Daddy can’t find you. You would have better luck hiding if you didn’t answer his calls with, “I’m in the closet.”
There are few better feelings in life than your arms wrapped around my neck, hugging me as tight as you can.
Sometimes when you are extra tired, I hold you like a baby, just so I can remember what it’s like to feel the weight of you cradled in my arms.
I tell you everyday that you’re my girl, and you respond, “you’re my girl, too.” That sums it up. You are mine and I am yours. Forever and ever.
Happy birthday, my sweet girl. Mama loves you.
For the first nine years of my marriage, we used my husband’s former girlfriend’s faux leather furniture in our family room.
Words cannot express how much I hated that forest green monstrosity.
When my boy started teething, I encouraged him to use the side of the couch as a teething ring. He was also free to use it as a trampoline, racecar platform and anything else he wanted.
By the end, stuffing was coming out of the arms and each seat cushion was in various states of decay.
And then the magical day came. My hubby finally said, “Maybe it’s time to get new furniture.”
Long story short, we bought a light beige microsuede loveseat and sofa. By this time, my boy was about eight and we thought we were over the worst of the kiddie catastrophes. Little did I expect having another baby within the year.
Needless to say, it wasn’t long until the sofa and love seat were looking horrible.
After several Google and Pinterest searches, I discovered that the best way to clean them was using rubbing alcohol. Chris and Robin’s Nest seems to have written the bible on this one. http://chrisandrobinsnest.blogspot.ca/2010/09/how-to-clean-microfiber-furniture.html
I started off by vacuuming the couches. Seriously, the crap you find under the cushions. Yuck.
Then I got my spray bottle, sponge and brush. I started on the arm and then the back.
I sprayed small sections and scrubbed in a circular motion with a sponge. After it looked dry, I used the brush to fluff it up a bit.
On the upside, it did work fairly well. The downside? I used about half a bottle of rubbing alcohol on one arm! And it was a lot of scrubbing.
There are moments in life when you know an idea is going to go really, really well, or really, really badly. My idea? Machine wash the covers.
That’s right. I washed the cushion covers. I carefully removed the covers, threw them in the wash and prayed.
About the time the spin cycle started, I started to panic. What had I done? I had visions of sneaking out to the furniture store, buying identical couches and dumping crap on them so my hubby would never need to know.
Finally, it was time to put them in the dryer. By this point, I had thought about all the things that I wish that I had done differently. Keep in mind, I honestly just threw them in the wash, however, this is what I should have done:
– pre-treat any oil-based stains
– turn the covers inside-out and zip the zippers
– use delicate cycle and cold water.
– Hang to dry.
Of course, I used the regular cycle, regular soap, warm water and didn’t turn them inside-out. I also threw them in the dryer because it was a cold day.
Taking them out of the dryer, I was quite terrified.
Upon closer examination, they turned out….
Just fine. Some of the oil-based stains are still a little visible, but it was so much better than when I started out.
The most challenging part was putting the covers back on without having the backs look like they were filled with cottage cheese.
About a week after starting my blog, I realized it was tough to come up with ideas. Yes, this should have been self-evident, but I’m beginning to realize that perhaps I’m not quite as bright as originally hoped.
On a whim, I posted the process of making my boy’s Halloween costume – Steve from Minecraft. I posted the Illustrator files of both Steve and Creeper, not thinking much about it.
For the first few days, my stats continued to be single digits. I remember hitting 12 and thinking, “Hot damn, I’m finally catching fire.”
I followed up the original post with my attempt to build a Diamond Sword and hit 32 views. Interest waned and I went down to 22, then 15. On October 8, something crazy happened. I surpassed 200 views. What? Really? It was just squares on a box.
My steady climb continued until October 30 when I hit the momentous number of 1387 views. 1387 human beings took the time to look at something I had to say. It was intoxicating. Another blog even linked to me, accounting for about 100 hits.
And today I crashed back down to Earth. However, I would like to thank the 109 people for taking a moment out of their day to see what I had to say.
Now I just have to think of something else to talk about.