Soon

I'll eventually get another post up. For now, I'm shooting out this itty bitty list of thoroughly notable episodes from the latest days of our lives.

We went to the park. Ate some goldfish. Tried out an indoor playground.

Won a giveaway. Did a few reverse rain dances. Ordered new rain boots. Searched for worms. 

Attended a second birthday party. Wore Sperrys to the birthday party.

Got four blisters. Bought bigger Sperrys.

Found a stale goldfish (or six) in the couch. Ate them. 

 Read a book in the car. Drove the car. Discovered scented nail polish. Forgot to post the scented nail polish to Instagram. Went to ballet class (x3). Realized it's been three weeks since my last post. Started a post about joining a ballet class. 

 Is that enough proof that we are, in fact, still alive over here?? ;)

In far more interesting and exciting news… we know where we are being stationed! But, that's a secret I'm going to keep for another week or two ;)

Have a great week!

Handprints

As kids, we all did handprint art. You know what I'm talking about- cover your hand (or foot) in paint, slap it on a piece of paper and call it a present for mommy. Every Christmas my parents still display my handcrafted wreath, circa 1995. After doing a few handprint and footprint projects with Austin, I see why they've kept my wreath all of these years. (Aside from it being a stunning work of art probably worth millions one day.)

This craft is timeless, super easy, and kids love mushing their hands in paint.

This was my mom's Grandparents Day gift... a little messy, but she loves it and will no doubt treasure these baby hand flamingos forever. This year we handmade all of Austin's Grandparents Day gifts at almost no cost. Gifts on this day really should come straight from the heart, or in this case, the hands. Austin is so lucky to have four grandparents, and four great-grandparents, so his little hands have been busy these past couple of weeks!

Another cute idea is to decorate a coffee mug with permanent markers. My dad is a daily coffee drinker, so this was perfect for him. Austin went to town with these Sharpies and created a scribbled masterpiece. I let both the mug and the flamingo plate dry overnight, and then baked them in the morning. Before the plate had been baked, I was easily able to scratch off the paint. And I'm not sure if washing the mug will cause it to fade... so I definitely recommend baking both, just in case ;) I put them in the cool oven, set it to 350 and then turned it off after 30ish minutes.

 If you're making your own art, remember to leave it in the oven until it has completely cooled! A sudden and extreme temperature change can cause it to crack. In my anxiousness to get it out of the oven and wrap it, I almost cost the flamingos their lives. So yeah, don't do that.

I'm seeing Thanksgiving turkeys and Austin's very own Christmas wreath in our handprint crafting future. 

How neat would it be to hang our wreaths together!?

Have a great week folks!

Still Summer, Still Sassy

This past week I've been seeing hints of Fall all out alleluias for the return of PSLs and the dawn of cooler weather. Except. Fall weather won't be gracing us down here in south Florida until right around winter time- and only then will we be lucky enough to have a few days in the 50s. I'm all for a festive drink (hello, Starbucks White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha: Christmas in a Cup), but I can't stomach pumpkin and sipping on steaming gourd juice in the heat of Florida summer just doesn't do it for me. Yes, it's still summer here. Yes, it will be for a few more months. And yes, I'm a little bitter about it.

So for those of you enjoying your cool evenings and light sweaters, we'll be down here cooking eggs on the sidewalk and praying that our kids don't want to play outside after we've just straightened our hair.

Also on my radar lately: this kid's sass. The faces he makes kill me. He used to be a champ at cleaning up his toys after himself, and I know he does it every morning at school with no problem. But lately it's been a power struggle to get him to clean up before bedtime. He knows what I'm asking him to do. He knows that he will eventually do it. But from the moment when I initially tell him to put his legos away to when he actually does it, seems like a lifetime. And when he does finally start to pick up the legos one by one, his looks of contempt and complete sarcasm and sass that are plastered on his little round face just about send me into hysterics.

I really have no idea where he's picking it up, but I kind of love it. Almost as much as his cheese.

It's Thursday and that means we're already about to roll into another weekend. Already and all ready, right? 

Have a great weekend and Happy Fall September!