Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Sofia is a wee bit of Irish. I'm half Irish just in case you were curious about me.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A secret I keep that makes Christian cringe.

Spring break is here and I needed a break. Sofia is still going to daycare each day. She only goes for about 4 hours so I can get caught up on sleep, reading and errands. Which leads me to this post.
Sunday night I visited a blog I read from time to time..Southern Institute for Domestic Arts and Crafts. She is participating in Project Simplify. Of course I thought" Wait! Simplify is my word for the year! What is this?" Then I clicked and the leisurely spring break I had planned was over. I started with last week's "hot spot" this week--master closet. My master closet is my own since we have his/her closets. I am not proud of my closet. It is like Monica's closet from Friends. It looks like my whole room did in high school. 2 trash bags of trash, 1 box of paper box recycling, 1 huge garage/Goodwill bag, and a trip to The Container Store later, I am proud of my little closet.

Before: ***Warning! Not for the squeamish of hearts!*****



I even picked up a couple of things before I thought to take a picture. Scary.




Oh my!



You can see my little garage/Goodwill bag hanging up. It didn't stay little for long.



Shoe boxes. A.K.A. The containers used to bring my little loves home.


Yes, the black bag is full of shoe boxes to be recycled as well.

After:



TA DAH!!! You didn't know I had carpeted floors in my closet, did ya?


The white basket contains little purses from my pre-diaper bag days. Sigh...



Pants. Some are from pre-Sofia days.

So there it is. The secret I keep in the closet- MY CLOSET! Christian hasn't seen the finished product yet. I did catch him going in there this morning to take a peek at what I had accomplished last night.
Now moving on to this week's "hot spot" paper clutter.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Another first!

Sofia has her first ear infection. Not my ideal of a great first but still a first. Poor baby!