Disarray

With this blog, all my pride is swallowed and I reveal to you the true state of my house.

Our king sized mattress has become the dining room bed.

The boys wake up and watch Dora whilst reclining on our pillows.

At first we were trying to get Max to sleep through the night, so we stuck him in a separate room. That worked so we then moved him to Wolfgang's room, but kept the second room open. Just in case there was a middle of the night scream-fest that wouldn't end.

In the mean time, we do a lot of playing in the empty room.

We TEAR IT UP!

Check out the awesome headboard. Randy and Robin (Cathy's husband) refinished this old beat-up bed they had in the warehouse.

Now all it needs is finials! And a frame! And some box springs! And the dining room mattress!

We have fun in here, though.

If Daddy is in the room, Wolfgang is laughing.

At anything.

And Everything.

He is a big-time Daddy's boy.

The Maxter-pants sits around and plays.

Look at the back of his head! How cute is that? Love those ears!

He chills out in his big, fat diapy.

I don't think Wolfgang has chilled out EVER.

Just look at him going to town on the harmonica.

Relax, dude!

I was trying to shoot bubbles. They didn't show up but I'm liking this unfinished painting with my hat hanging there in front of it. It gives a totally wrong impression of my style.

Ni-night by the pool

Stacy's House

A friend of mine in Lubbock gave her living-room set to her newlywed daughter. She needed new fun things so she emailed me and said, "Got anything?"

Last time I went to Lubbock I stopped off at her house and we played with fabric for a while. Then she said, Ok. Go for it.

I picked out some fabrics and emailed this to her.

I know, in your mind you're saying, I thought you were doing this for her, not you.

It is so me.

If I were to order a dream sofa, I would use all of these fabrics. These are my favorite colors.

It was easy.

So I designed a sofa, chair and a half and then we did the cutest little burlap chair in the world.

It arrived at her home week before last. Tell me she doesn't have the cutest home ever.

The sofa is all squishy and downy. The fabrics are soft and totally hard-core. Those babies aren't going to wear out.

Look at that cutest-chair-in-the-world!

There are 7 different fabrics on the sofa. All different textures. And check out the killer mini-ruffles. Not too frilly, but enough to be awesome.

My favorite is the cherry-blossom, of course.

Camera shot

And check out the cool post office piece she got in Canton.

So fun. I get to design stuff for the store all the time, but rarely for real live people who love funkiness.

Thank you Stacy!

Sleeping during church

Check out my little Maxter-pants snuggling with a dolly in the crib at church.

He was conked out.

The first week is the hardest

7 days down on our 21-day diet.

In honor of my cravings, which, among other things, include hamburgers and cake, I have posted a picture of a hamburger cake.

Looks disgusting, no?

I would totally devour the entire thing if I was in the same room with it! I'd plant my face in the center and start chewing.

We finally got a scale and I officially weigh at least 10 pounds less than I did 3 weeks ago.

(Yes!)

So I am on the right track. No cake face-plants for a while.

Maximus

He is 6 months old today. Fwew. Got the hardest part of baby-hood over with. Now he is fat and cuddly and talky and rolley.

There are so many sides to the Maxter of Disaxter.

He sits in rapt attention any time I put Dora on. He smiles and squeals and sits on the edge of his bumbo in anticipation of the next song.

There is his intellectual side, demonstrated here by his Mr. Potato Head glasses.

Sometimes the Maxterpants just wants to cut loose and wear his swim diaper on his head.

Here he was bouncing so violently in his bumbo that the swim diaper took on the shape of the pope's hat. Wolfgang couldn't control his laughter.

I really need to start taking pictures with my camera. Either that or get a better phone....(yes!).

Various things

We started a detox diet today. I've never willingly dieted before, but it is now time. I have baby-weight to shed and ailments to cure and bad habits to break. I wish I loved healthy food but I don't. I love hot dogs. And butter. And funnel cakes. And cokes. I could live on breakfast food. Bacon, eggs, pancakes. Or really just pancakes. Or really just butter....

So this diet terrifies me. 21 days. A smoothie in the morning, a light lunch and pulverized soup for dinner. All within a rigid menu of items. Thank you Lord for letting me marry a man who knows how to make ANYTHING taste good. He can work with lentils.

Aside from that, big changes.

We are trying new beverages.

Perusing new literature.

Poor Wolf has been hitting things left and right. No matter how many obstacles we remove, he always finds something the collide with. Its an uncanny talent.

All he wants to do is "Wun!" and "Jup!"

"Mommy, Mommy, Wun!"

Its really a fast stumble across the living room, but he can do it.

Most of the time....

This little shiner was given to him courtesy of an end table that we put in our room. Right now its the ONLY thing in our room besides Max's crib. And Wolf's eye met its corner. My heart stopped.

But nothing daunts him. He has the best attitude in the world.

And afterwards, he is back to his old quirky self.