Filmmaker

Apparently Austin knows how to operate the video option on my point and shoot camera. Because I found this when uploading my pictures. Gosh I love this kid.

If you plant it...

It might grow. MIGHT. Austin and I started some seeds last weekend. I'm not getting my hopes up. You know how some people have a green thumb? Mine is a blackish brown dead plant color. I'm a plant killer. But I have faith. Maybe Austin has better luck. Let's see what we get!

One of those seed starter sets.

Just add dirt, seeds, water, and love.

Now all I need is water and love.

It's okay, I'm an Aquarius.

Into the window it goes!

Summer squash, sweet peppers, and heirloom tomatoes.

Come to mama.

Cause' you are wicked expensive at the grocery store!

How to traumatize your child.

1) Tell him that a leprechaun used the bathroom at our house last night while he was on his search for gold.
2) When he notices the stain of green food coloring on your hands (that wouldn't wash off after making the leprechaun footprints), tell him straight faced that you may be turning into a leprechaun.
3) Realize that your child is perhaps way too serious for these kind of things.
4) Reassure him that you are not turning in to a leprechaun, and that the leprechaun that came into the house was VERY small and cute.
5) Pay for therapy.

Chalk it up.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you decide that you can no longer continue doing the same things over and over again? That if you don't do something different that you may possibly die of boredom? Well, last week I cracked. Or cracked some more. Whatever. But it was decided at 10:00 pm on a Friday night that I MUST redo this table. Like, on Saturday. Chris kindly nodded and kept his thoughts to himself. (Gosh I love him.) Saturday morning I drove to Home Depot and returned one hour later with all the things I needed to save myself from death by boredom. 

If you know us, you know this table. We've had it FOREVER. It is so gross on the top that paper plates stick to it. No matter how much I scrub it, it cannot be saved. On our move from Germany, the movers wrapped it in bubble wrap, which then actually melted a bubble pattern onto the surface of the table in the hot shipping container. That and there is a huge bald spot where someone accidentally laid a reed diffuser directly on the finish. I won't name any names. But it was me.

After scouring the Internet and Pinterest for some instruction on how to paint furniture, I pieced together several recommendations and started with a heavy duty degreaser. I love using chemical warfare on grime.

Next I sanded. I sanded like I've never sanded before.

I considered changing my name to Sandy.

Next was taping. This was a huge waste of time. 

Because after the fact I decided that those parts should be painted as well.

I was THIS close to being perfect. But that tape is kind of fun.

At the Home Depot I had to get a sponge roller (it goes on smoother), some paint, and some primer.

And a Snickers bar at the checkout.

Because Mama got hungry.

Then I primed it. I never prime anything. I'm too impatient. But I did this time.

It ended up kind of streaky. And I'm not sure exactly why. I'll have to Google it.

But since I wasn't going for a perfectly smooth finish I wasn't too worried.

Then I painted 4 thin layers of chalkboard paint, letting it dry for about an hour in between coats.

Yep. Chalkboard paint.

Because I'm a genius.

Until I looked online and found out that other people had apparently had this idea before me.

Whatever. I'm still a genius.

Ta Da!

Then the hard part.

Don't use it for 4 days.

Again, I'm a little impatient.

This was torture.

Day 4.

I covered the whole surface with a fine layer of chalk.

I have no idea why. One of the websites said to do it. So I did. I'm a sheep.

Wiped it down with a dry cloth. 

Ready to roll.

Wait, first I needed chalk. 

Then I was ready to roll.

This is the day that Austin finally realized that he has the coolest mom ever.

Finally.

I may have done some doodling as well.

In my defense, the boy asked me to draw him a map.

I may have been a bit over zealous.

And I may have even already used for my own purposes.

Overall, I think it was the best thing I could have done to salvage that table.

It looks so much better and Austin has a blast drawing on it. And paper plates don't stick to it anymore. 

But a stern warning: chalkboard paint is highly addictive. 

I am finding myself looking around our house wondering what else could be turned in to a chalkboard surface. 

Chris is getting nervous.

So is my pantry door.

Close Shave

Austin totally shaves now.

If you know his father, you aren't surprised.

Seriously. He better start practicing now.

Because if he's anything like his father, then he'll be getting his 5 o' clock shadows before lunch.

Okay, pretend shaves.

 Step 1.

Put shaving cream on your hand.

 Step 2.

Smush shaving cream between your hands.

 Step 3.

Apply to face.

 Step 4.

Rub it in.

 Step 5.

Start shavin' like Daddy. But with a pretend razor. Because you're 4.

Step 6.

Get the chin twice.

  What number step are we on?

 Who cares! This is fun!

Then he started play shaving like Mommy.

Maybe I should start locking the door when I take my bath...