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The Easiest DIY Easter Egg Wreath

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a craft whiz.  However, while on a walk this morning with Annabelle, I found inspiration!  One of our neighbors had a festive Easter wreath on their front door.  I hang wreaths (store-bought usually…again, I’ve never been confident in my DIY abilities) for every occasion– Christmas, Halloween, etc., but I didn’t have one for Easter!

Then I remembered a bunch of extra plastic eggs my mother-in-law had brought over last year and I had stuffed in the hall closet.  And for some reason we had a couple metal wreath frames in the closet too.  I started getting more and more excited as I thought about it– I had extra pastel pipe cleaners…and a hot glue gun…surely I could put something together!

I laid out my supplies:


These are all things I had on hand: plastic Easter eggs, pipe cleaners, a 10″ wreath frame (figured I would start small for my first attempt), and a hot glue gun — but you could buy this stuff for probably $15 or less.

I simply glued the eggs to the frame.  (Before I did this I arranged the eggs in a pattern so I wouldn’t accidentally end up with two of the same color next to each other– I had a limited number of eggs since I was only using what I found in storage.)

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Once all the eggs were attached, I decided to jazz up the wreath with some pipe cleaners.  I played around with it until I had created some faux bows.  Here’s how:

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Slide one pipe cleaner under the wreath.

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Cross the ends of pipe cleaner and twist twice to keep in place.

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Slide a second pipe cleaner under the wreath and fasten the same way by twisting.

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Fold the ends of the second pipe cleaner in to form a “bow.”

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Twist the first pipe cleaner over the ends of the bow to secure.

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Last, I trimmed the ends of the pipe cleaners so they didn’t stick out quite so far and tied on a ribbon bow for a finishing touch.

I’m so happy with how my first DIY Easter wreath turned out!  Especially since it was easy and free!    I think I could get the hang of this crafting thing. 🙂

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Moms do chores on Friday night

I should have just said “thank you!”

A couple days ago my mother-in-law offered to call her cleaning lady to come to our house.  I thought I had been doing a GREAT job: cleaning the kitchen top to bottom every single night, sweeping daily, mopping weekly, cleaning bathrooms (and the tubs) weekly, keeping up with endless (literally) laundry, picking up all kid toys before bed, heck I even scrubbed the kitchen cabinets this week!  So I was a little surprised by her suggestion.  I mean, it made sense when I worked full time, but now that I am home isn’t cleaning in my new “job description?”

Confused, I pointed out how many chores I did every day.  “I feel like the house is cleaner than ever…”

“Well, it’s so much work taking care of two kids.  I raised twins so I know.  I just thought it would be nice to help you.”

“I appreciate it,” I replied, debating whether or not to take her up on the offer.  “But it just seems silly with me home every day.  I can handle it– is there something I missed?”

“Well…” Pause. “There’s a little dust on the bookshelves…”  Dust?!  “I just know how busy you are and everyone has allergies and…”

I know she meant well, but now I really couldn’t accept– I definitely couldn’t justify anyone (even if it was a gift) paying a cleaning crew to come in because there was a little dust on some shelves.  I assured her that I had everything under control and not to worry.

So here I am, exhausted, finally sitting down at 11pm because I spent my Friday night DUSTING.  Part of me wonders if my mother-in-law will even notice.  Oh well, the house does smell fabulous (gotta love Pledge)  And I guess it’s my own fault.  I have told Mateo so many times that he needs to learn how to graciously just say “thank you” on occasion. Maybe I should have heeded my own advice.

Being a stay at home mom IS hard work!  There’s really no way of knowing until you’re in it– making sure big sis is dressed, fed, and off to school on time in the morning; changing every poopy diaper (for some reason Annabelle saves them for me); trying to think of ways to entertain two kiddos all afternoon; squeezing in a workout wherever possible; completing all of the aforementioned chores; getting both kids bathed, fed, in pajamas, and in bed at a reasonable time and praying that no one has a meltdown.

Moms (and dads): there’s nothing wrong with accepting an offer of help or a gift every once and a while.  It doesn’t mean that you are a bad mom or you’re not doing a good job.  It means that there is someone out there who CARES– let them!  I’ve learned my lesson!  Next time I’ll be relaxing and watching an entire movie on a Friday instead of looking for all the dust I’ve missed.

Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend so far!

I gave up on being the “cool” mom

I didn’t always plan on becoming a mom– I was going to be independent, travel, always be stylish with amazing clothes.  I sort of accomplished that.  But somewhere along the way I became open to the possibility of kids.  The catch was that I would be a “cool” mom– I would still always be stylish with amazing clothes, my kids would obey me without question just because I was awesome, and we would always be getting into adventures.  I would most definitely NOT be wearing “mom clothes.”

In my mind I WAS the cool mom.  The kids and I liked to “jam” together to my iPod playlist.  That MUST mean that I was cool.  My first inkling that maybe I was a little mistaken was when a song came on the radio (I don’t remember specifically, just a current pop song) and I started singing along.  Lilu was astonished: “Stacey, how do YOU know this song?”  Reality hit like a ton of bricks.  My 6 year old did not think I was cool.  Ok, so maybe my iPod playlist is heavy on the Steve Winwood, Michael McDonald, and 80s hair metal — but those are timeless hits!  Right?  Right……?

Well at least I still had my incredible fashion sense to claim.  I mean, the Gap has been a standby of “cool” for decades.  Plus they have killer sales.  AND their jeans fit like a glove during that difficult time a few months after the baby when my legs were shrinking down but my stomach was still being stubborn.  You feel me?  And heck, most of the time I don’t even have to dress fancy– yoga pants are totally hip for young moms on the go.  That way everyone knows you are active and all about heath — popping in to Whole Foods after your workout sesh at the Pilates studio.  You know, if you have a nanny to watch the kids so you can do those things.  Today’s “fashion” is just too ridiculous anyways– targeted towards teenagers with crazy patterned leggings, neons, and ripped jeans.  I HAVE caught myself giving disapproving looks at the mall, or whispering to my husband that our kids will “dress respectably.”  I’ve seen pictures of what I wore at sixteen, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let myself wear those miniskirts and platforms if I was my mom!

Ok, so I’ll admit it– I’m not the “cool” mom.  I do mom things.  I wear mom clothes (sad face).  I may or may not be even less cool than my own mom was.  But my kids aren’t worried about it.  They don’t care that I was Best Dressed Class of 2003 at St. Albans High School and they don’t care if I let that legacy slip.  They just want me to spend time with them, no matter what we do or what I’m wearing.  And even if my “jams” aren’t popular anymore, they are more than happy to listen with me on repeat and learn all the words– because these are OUR jams.  (And hey, at least they aren’t talking about twerking, bubble butts, and menage-a-you-know-whats.)

So I gave up on being the cool mom.  I think we all start off with high hopes and the best of intentions.  But when your day looks like this: wake up, feed baby, put baby back to sleep, wake up big sis, feed big sis breakfast, make big sis lunch, wake up daddy to take big sis to school at exactly 7:50 so she is on time (gotta watch that tardy count!), take a quick nap, wake up with baby, feed baby again, change diaper and dress baby, play baby games, put baby down for nap, workout, wake up baby, pick up big sis from school, go to swim class, shower big sis, feed kids dinner, bathe baby, do homework, brush teeth, bedtime story, tuck in big sis, feed baby and put to sleep, wash dishes, fold laundry, sweep and mop kitchen, do my writing, watch one tv show, feed baby again, and FINALLY go to bed– you might not even have time to worry about being “cool.”  And that’s ok.  Your kids will love you anyways.  And there is always that yearbook photo to prove that you WERE cool at one time…in case there is ever any doubt.

The perfect egg

It’s no secret that I am not a natural in the kitchen.  This is definitely the one area of wifedom & motherhood where I fail…majorly.  So much so that I rarely even make an attempt.  Is it any wonder that I married an amazing amateur chef? 😉

The first time my future husband invited me to his house he prepared a feast: fajitas, tostadas, beans, homemade salsa, guacamole.  He might have won me over right there.  The first time I invited him to my house I whipped up some pad thai…and he choked down the chewy, almost inedible noodles with a smile (he was still trying to be polite and impress me– he later confessed how terrible they were).  After the pad thai debacle I didn’t cook again for him for years.  Literally.

Now that I’m a stay-at-home mom I feel like it’s part of the job description to at least try occasionally.  Over Christmas break I made french toast a few times (both Lilu and I agree that my french toast is superior…a small victory!)  I even made over easy eggs once and managed not to break the yolks.

Unfortunately I think my french toast success over-inflated my confidence in the culinary arts.  Today I thought I would let my hard-working hubby sleep in and make a healthy sweet potato hash with fried eggs.  The eggs were a cinch last week, so I expected a repeat performance.

Nope.  Every single yolk broke.  The pan tilted and the whites all ran together.  I put the rejects on a plate off to the side and cracked some new eggs.  Fail. Again.  I was about to just give up and scramble everything together when hubby rubbed the sleep from his eyes and swooped in to grab the spatula and save breakfast.

Down, but not out!  I will someday achieve the perfect egg once more.  Until then, I’ll enjoy eating instead!  (PS- the egg in the picture is definitely NOT mine!)

I am a stay at home mom

Wow.  Never in a million years would that be what my 20 year old self would predict for my life at age 30.  Even my 29 year old self might not have guessed it.  I’ve worked since I was 12…starting with babysitting, re-selling Beanie Babies, whatever I could to make money.  I’ve always had that independent streak– if I provided for myself I would never be dependent on someone else.  And until just a two months ago, that’s how I lived.

Three days after I got married, I quit my job.  That’s not WHY I quit my job, but after the amazingness of our wedding weekend, I couldn’t bear the thought of returning to the toxic environment that I had been slaving away at for the last year and a half.  It didn’t matter how much money I stood to make.  So I did it– and for the first time in my adult life, I am unemployed and by my own choosing no less!

It was terrifying losing that lucrative second income.  The thought of having to *gasp* budget, sounded like a major drag.  But my husband and I had been planning for the possibility of such a situation (like I said, the place I had been working was the pits) and decided that it was in the best interest of my health and our family for me to get out.

So here I am, taking what I call my “belated maternity leave”– if you can believe it, I only really took TWO weeks completely off from work when I had my baby earlier this year.  I started working pretty much full time, albeit from home, less than 14 days after returning from the hospital.  And I always regretted that.

I do miss adult company sometimes–living 20 minutes from Downtown means that it’s a special trip for friends and family to come visit, or for me to venture out to go see them.  But I am getting to spend so much quality time with the girls and that is priceless.  I’ve been able to get parts of the house in order that I hand’t had the energy to tackle while working 40 plus hours a week.  And on my husband’s days off (Sunday-Tuesday), we get to spend the entire day(s) together as a family.  That time together is what I missed the most while working.

I don’t know if I will be a SAHM (I’ve finally been getting a grasp of mommy acronyms) indefinitely, but until an amazing opportunity presents itself that will work WITH and not AGAINST our family, at home I will stay.  Some days I’m not sure how the hell I got myself into this (usually when the baby refuses to go to sleep for two hours)– but I’m getting the hang of it.  And I consider every day that the kids are fed, bathed, and in bed with a smile on their face a success.  Amazing how priorities can change.