Toy Boxes

I have been nesting again. I really have the mental energy to do a lot to our house every evening; but, my physical energy only allows for one project a night. I am having a much rougher go this time around...

Anyway, we have two "boxes" or "bins," whatever you want to call them, in our living room.

Note: the black things on the wall next to them, are the latches for the big, baby gate that we used to have to block the stairs. It will be back out soon enough... :[

The bins used to hold photo albums, craft stuff, blankets, etc. They were catch-alls. Then, when Lucy came, I cleaned them out and they currently hold all of her living room toys.

The toys that you see in the picture? They are from Lucy's room. Of course the toys in the bins weren't enough, she had to bring more out!

I was recently cleaning up the living room and going through the toy bins. I've been slowly taking the things that are too small for baby mouths and putting them in Lucy's room. I decided to separate the toys into the bins by "baby-friendly" and "toddler-toys." Then, I decided that each of our girls would get their own toy bin, once Olive's toys started to take over the living room too. Wouldn't labels be nice? :)

I started by making two 7 x 5 in. name tags, one for Lucy and one for Olive.

Seriously, how sick of "olives" will Olive be? :)

I printed them on card-stock and for anti-destruction purposes laminated them. I love my laminater! :) Lucy loved it too. :)

I wasn't sure how to adhere them to the lids of the bins. I didn't want something that would be permanent necessarily or leave a gross residue. So, for the meantime we pined them on there. I think I can staple them...I'm not sure.This part is to be determined, and I lean heavily on my intelligent husband for a fix...

 

Lucy was so proud and told me who's bin was who's, over and over again. :)

It was a small change; but, I love it. 

I know that once they hit a certain age that it won't matter who's bin is who's anymore. But, this way they can each decide what toys they want in the living room and what toys they want in their bedrooms. Each of them only get what fits in the bin! Also, when it comes to clean-up time, they know where it goes....hopefully. :)

What do you think?

30 Week Update

I better hurry up and get this 30 week update out, as I am now on 31...I will get caught up eventually. :) Perhaps it will be before the baby gets here. ;)

Are you ready for this picture? I am wearing a dress...not a good idea. Or, rather, holding my dress down under my belly wasn't a good idea. I even tried to make the photo black and white, to make it look better...fail.

The way I am carrying Olive is so different! I swear my uterus popped out of my pelvis and then dropped onto my lap. I feel like my belly is hanging down...it is so much more uncomfortable. Were my muscles and skin really that weak?! Let's not even talk about my completely popped-out belly button...

How far along?
I am 31 weeks today, going on 40 - or so I look and feel! Bah! I am really getting antsy here people...It's not that I really want her to come today or anything. I just want September to be here already. Forget August! I have 63 days to go.


Baby is the size of a...
large cabbage. She is approximately 16 inches in length and 3.5 lbs now. Or, this big:

:)

Symptoms:
I am getting tired again. I want to do so much, but my body just isn't keeping up with my brain. I am having to take breaks a lot. Lucy makes me laugh about it. We will be playing and I have to sit down for a second. She will always ask, "What you doin' mommy?" I can't tell you how many times I've told her, "Mommy has to rest for a second."  I seriously feel like Gilbert Grape's mom most days...I can't even move without getting out of breath, or light headed, or weak.


I am getting really forgetful! It is pretty bad. It is really simple things too. I can't believe I am spacing off so bad. I don't even care to admit some of the things that I've forgotten. :{ Hopefully it will get better!

I want ice. I really want it. I don't think I would constitute it as a craving; but, every single day I want to stop and get an ice water from Sonic. I drink it and then eat the ice. Mmmm...sounds good! :)

Anything new?
I'll admit, not really. I can't even tell you where the last week went. I guess the ultrasound was new; however, I've already updated you a little bit about that. I still need to get the other, better photos for you. 

I have another, regular doctor's appointment this Friday again - Friday the 13th! :) I know how to pick'em, right? I think it will be the usual. I am seriously hoping for no more than a 5 lb weight gain; but, it isn't looking too promising. I am trying not to fret about it too much. It's hard though. I really, really want to stay at my goal. Then, I feel guilty when I think about weight while I'm pregnant. Don't worry though. I think it's obvious to everyone, especially after the ultrasound pictures, Olive's not starving and neither am I!

New with Heath?
Heath who? Oh, you mean that man who cohabits with me? Alright, it isn't that bad. But, since he started grad classes again, he's been pretty distant. He is either not in the house at all, on the computer, or outside reading. It's tough. We knew it would be. But, it distances him a little more from the pregnancy. I know how it works though. He will be super ready for her arrival as soon as his course is done. He will then be in "prep" mode. :)

New with Lucy?
Well, we continue to discuss Olive with her and have even been reading books about babies. I still think that the thought and idea of Olive is fun for her. She thinks of it as she does her baby doll, Aurora. When Olive actually gets here it's going to be tough. I really don't know how to prepare her for that. We will see...

Anything else?
There really isn't anything else. I am just so ready already. I am so uncomfortable. Come on! It is too early to feel like this too. I have a long way to go! I mean 63 days! The entire month of August! Bah! I need something to distract me...come on cool weather, fall, leaves, and football season.

Dear...

Dear Hyundai...I sincerely apologize for the stains you have acquired in the last three years. I would blame it on Lucy, but even the driver's seat has some marks. That is what you get for having tan interior. What were you thinking?

Dear Chico...you are a lazy bum and I envy you in the worst way.

Dear Blue Sippy Cup...I am sorry that we had to part ways. You should know every time we poured milk into you, that you took a risk of being tossed. Perhaps you could have laid under the bed forever, with your sour contents. Unfortunately, I found you and after a mutual, family decision, we opted for the trash can. It's nothing personal; we have weak stomachs.

Dear Organizing Blogs...I've come to realize that it isn't simply putting items into baskets that make things look spiffy (although it helps). You must have matching bins/baskets and name tags to really look great. You make me feel mediocre...damn you.

Dear Heath...although I think Lucy's new freckles (10 or so, on her cheeks) are absolutely adorable, it isn't quite fair that she looks so much like you. :[  This is a picture of Heath, not Lucy, for anyone who needed the clarification.

Dear Chilis Restaurants...I think our city could totally support a Chilis. What do you say? Yay or nay? I think so.

Dear Olive...if you haven't heard by now, you look kind of like your sister, or so it seems. This means that we will have to explain your grumpy disposition all of the time. However, don't take it personal. You come by it honestly. :) I mean, look at your sister...

Dear Scale...if you could just keep that first number as a '1,' I would really appreciate that. I don't intend to see a '2' during this pregnancy, but I am getting pretty worried as of late. Help a pregnant girl out!

Dear Lucy...you can lie to us and say that you didn't poop your pull-up; but, you not sitting on your butt is a clear indicator something is up...literally.

Dear Motherhood Maternity Store...thank you for the adorable olive-colored dress that I purchased this weekend; however, I hated that I had to give you an arm for it. On another note: please consider giving the weirdo who helped me a different job, preferably in the back room where she can't be heard. Well, now that I think about it, you could also send the 90 lb, 20 year old wearing tightss back there too.

Dear Husband...I know you think I have an obsession with going to Sonic for slushes. But, I crave those strawberry slushes and Lucy loves getting one too.

Dear Olive...since we have confirmed that you are a girl, you are officially stuck with that name. :) I hope you like it.

Have a great day everyone! Any, "Dear..." letters you would like to send?