The Reveal

Well you guys, I got it done.  At 1:00 a.m. on Friday night Saturday morning.  I love it.  I turned out great.  Pretty proud of myself on this one.  And the girl?  Was all over it when she got up, she immediately started filling it with toys.

The party was a success and I'll have more of that to share this week.  I was running around like a crazy person most of Friday night and Saturday trying to get ready (seriously poured myself a cocktail at 2:00 p.m. Saturday cause I needed to chill.the.eff.out).  Thanks so much to my family for coming in to help.  I just don't have enough hands and the Hubs, weeelllllllll he is not much of a helper when it comes to this kind of stuff.  He just stands in the background, he would rather not be in the way I guess??  Haha!  (I can laugh about this now).

I didn't take one picture.  I left that up to both of my sisters (thank the Lord for them) and they pulled through.  They were both all over everywhere taking pictures of the super fun day!  I CAN'T wait to see them!

And on a very random side note, now that Halloween is officially over in my house and all the decorations are  down...I feel a lot of pressure to get my Christmas card pic going.  It seems so early, but I guess it's not.  Geez. Can I get a timeout from the holiday craziness.  It goes too fast.

Have a GREAT week!

Toy Boxes and Tears

Holy Hormonal!  Not sure if it's the impending days o' fun with Aunt Flo or the impending birthday that is only a few days a way, but I am a basket case the past few days.

Having a baby changes everything, especially your hormones.  Mine....very sensitive.  Never was much of a crier until I had Mia.  Now I cry at commercials and blog posts and songs on the radio and I'm pretty sure I could break out in a massive tear fest if I thought too hard and too long about my girl. Pathetic.  But it's me, so embrace it right?

To the point...

When I was a kid I had a toy box.  Not sure where it came from, but I know I've always had it.  It used to be filled with toys, but then it became a place to put stuff I didn't have any other place for and made home in the back of my closet at my parents house.  It's moved with me and I really haven't given it much attention until Mia came along.  It has yellowed, stained, but the stickers that were put on there still remain.  Even a sticker on the inside from my Dad's company circa 1980s.  It's one of those projects I've been wanting to do since she's been here.  Well Saturday, she has been "here" 2 years and I was bound and determined this year to make it happen.

So last night, after the lil' one hit the crib, the garage, my toy box and my glass of wine had a date.  I sanded and primed and painted for a few hours.  I'm excited for what it will be and how it will make it's way through Mia's life (and I would be lying if I didn't think about how a potential 2nd child could be affected by the fact that his/her sister got Mom's childhood toy box).

So tonight, because I don't have 213 other things to be doing for Mia's party, I will spend a few more hours in the garage (and hopefully with another glass of wine) finishing it.

I'm emotional about it.  It's a piece of my childhood that I'm passing onto my daughter.  What will she be doing with it when she is 33?

Just hope I can manage to finish it with less tears involved.  Who is this sappy woman I've turned into.  Just call me Sensitive Sally.

Happy Thursday!