Wednesday, November 21, 2012

befores and afters...

You know my favorite part about moving is all the fun make-overs we get to do!

We still have all kinds of things to do in our house to get it "how we want it"... but, in the meantime, I've been able to finish some smaller projects.

I picked up this chair for around $7 from Salvation Army. An ugly old gal with some serious "yuck" issues...

 But, also some detailing I really liked:

So, one fateful day, I just tore into her, taking her down to bare bones:

 Nice shape, right?

I had hoped to be able to rip off the old, orange fabric and just stretch new over it.

Unfortunately-- found out that one of the wood pieces was cracked and a spring was sprung...

 I don't have pictures of what we did next... But, basically Rey traced the shape of the original seat, and we cut out a piece of plywood to match that.

I also spray painted the wood a nice, shiny black.
I had thought I'd buy a nice piece of cushy foam to put over the wood... but, when I saw how expensive it is ($17-30/yard???)... I decided to go another route. I remembered some pillows I don't often use... so, I ripped them apart and used them to stuff the chair seat. It isn't the softest chair you've ever sat on... but it

 The fabric was about $4, pillow from Goodwill. ;)

Here's the after!

 The next project also called out to me from Goodwill. This purty, South-of-the-border-ish print:

 I loved the art, didn't love the frame. But, I remembered we'd been given some pretty big, gold frames.

It was priced at:

But, I got it half off because of this in the bottom, right-hand corner (which I didn't care about because I knew I had the other frame at home):
 Something that I always "remember too late" when I am buying frames to re-do them... is to check how complicated the back it. Some frames are really easy to "get into"... but, this one was NOT one of them. Whew! Whoever framed it did not want it to be unframed, I'll tell you that!

Another factor I hadn't counted on was how THICK the print was to cut down to fit my frame. A LOT of elbow grease!


I put a couple coats of black spray paint on the big gold frame we'd been given...

The after:

 The other project... again, it's sad state on a Salvation Army shelf just could not be ignored.

But, I liked it's space and practical storage (I was thinking car keys, spare change..) and the flowers.... ;)

It was as easy as covering with a couple coats of spray paint:

Moral of the story: If you "almost" like something... try painting it... maybe that like will turn into a "love"! ;)

Monday, November 19, 2012

november's passage

I am always excited when I get new, do-able ideas for teaching the kiddos about God.

Recently, I began thinking about what do I want my kids to know--inside and out--about God? As I began mentally going through different things ("God is light", "Jesus is the way", "God knows me", "Jesus is salvation"), I came upon the idea of working to memorize either a chapter or passages around a theme each month. I plan to break down "big thoughts" into kid's words to help them understand the basic message. Then, as they get older, I can gradually change the wording until it is the whole "unchanged" passage!

So, here's November's passage... from one of my favorite Psalms--#139. I changed the format some, since the little ones can get confused with too many "you's", "he's", "me's", etc...

"God knows me! God knows when I sit down and when I stand up. God knows what I am thinking and where I am going. There is never a time that God cannot see me. God even knows what I am saying.

God protects me in front and behind. God has put his hand on me. This is amazing!

There is no place I can go that God is not there. If I fly way up into the sky, God is there. If I go way down deep into the earth, God is there. If I swim out into the farthest part of the ocean, God is there! Everywhere I am, God will lead me and God will hold me. Here's another amazing thing: God can see in the dark! Dark and light are the same to God. There is nowhere I can hide from God.

I will praise God, because I am perfectly made. Everything God does is amazing, and I know this is true. 

When I was in my mommy's belly, God saw me and God made me. God put me together perfectly. God wrote out my life-story before I was even alive!

The way God thinks about me is so precious. God thinks about me all the time. If I could count all the times God thinks about me, they would be more than the sand on the beach. I am always with God.

God, please look into my heart. See if I am worried about anything or have done anything wrong. I want to be Your friend. Lead me in the eternal way."

I just read off short phrases, with simple, made-up signs, and the kids repeat back to me the words and the signs. We read the whole passage together like that--either at dinner or before bedtime. The kids do a great job, and haven't complained yet about "Do we have to do the same one again??" They like it! Especially with fun signs like "sit down and stand up" and "swim to the farthest part of the ocean"! ;)

So great!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

couldn't have been...

Aww... Look at those two cuties having a lil' lunch outside... well three cuties if you count Noé's puppy. Oh, serenity:


What? You see something other than sweet perfection?

A broken window??

Must've been one of your ruffians, 'cuz I sure do know it wasn't one of my blessed angels.

I mean, look at them sitting there. The image of genteel behavior.

Ok, ok. So maybe it was one of them. Maybe it was the older one. It could possibly that he was so excited that daddy was home because "daddy home" = "go to the park time". It might have been that his way of expressing this excitement was running, shrieking through the house, banging on random objects. On of those objects could have been this window, and I may have shouted out, "Noé, don't bang on the window because you might--" and it might have been that at that moment I heard silence and a slow, scared, "Moooommmmmmm..."

So, the little slice in his finger and the huge mess taught him one big lesson: Windows make pretty horrible drums. 

It is hard to hold a grudge against such a child, though... when he makes you little gifts like this one:

Thursday, November 1, 2012

aleni thoughts

When we were growing up, my siblings and I spent most of the summer running around in the woods behind our house. We often played we were "Indians" sneaking through the forest... we even gave each other "Indian names". I won't say who was who--but I remember names like "White Fox", "Slow Turtle" and "Running Deer" being shouted through the leafy expanse.

I think if I had to give Aleni an "Indian name", it would be "Aleni with the wind in her hair". Or, possibly more correct, "Wind in Hair."

 Miss Confidence!

Aleni is a mover. It's actually hard to get a "non-action shot" with her. She is intense, confident and always busy. When I think of her, I really do picture her moving around, with the wind in her hair. She's always planning her next move...




 I love that even in this early shot, we can get a glimpse of her strength and determination. "Of course I can climb this fence!"

Love you, my little papoose.   ;)