DIY Fun: Stairway Slide

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Today’s DIY Fun is not for the weak. Or very young. Or for the person who left a comment on this blog post who seemed appalled that I would let my kids play with a giant ice cube without outfitting them with safety goggles. That’s not how we roll around here.

Earlier this week, I decided to give the old staircase a makeover. We have been stuck indoors for a bit longer than we’d all like, and the boys were itching to blow off some steam. Which translates to: do something quickly before they actually tear the walls down.

Materials Needed

  • extra large box
  • scissors
  • packaging tape
  • copious pillows

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I apologize for the poor quality of these photos- Milo accidentally flipped the switch to manual focus on the camera and I was too distracted to look at the pictures until after the whole thing was over– but you get the idea!

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First, I cut the extra large box, then folded under all the flaps to create a long slide. I taped the flaps together (underneath the slide) to make it double-thick. Next, I taped the top part of the slide flush to the stairs, and pushed pillows and blankets underneath every open space so that the cardboard would not buckle when the boys slid down (if you don’t do this, they will hit the edge of each step which makes for a bumpy ride). At the bottom, I padded the landing with a toddler mattress and several more pillows and blankets.

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I had Milo test it by going only halfway up, then sliding down a few times before letting Oliver try. It was super fast, but certainly safer than sliding down the stairs in a cardboard box like my brother and I used to do!

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Yep, you’d better believe I tried it out (Milo took the two above pictures!).

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The landing

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The boys (minus Emil) played on this all afternoon, then asked me to set it up again the next morning. Great fun! They also had a blast racing matchbox cars down the ramp over and over again.

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Did you ever do anything like this as a kid? Both Andrew and I had fun recounting memories of similar activities when we were little. And if you have carpeted stairs, this would be even better!

Hoppy Holidays!

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Well, last night Andrew and I (completely sober, I might add) got a little carried away. It started out innocently enough when Andrew surprised me by presenting me with an early Christmas present- a new flash for the camera!- and we decided to try it out to get the hang of it… and twenty pictures later, you have the above ridiculousness (and many too crazy to even post!). You know you’ve married the right person when you end up acting like a couple of fools and laughing so hard your sides hurt.

Christmas Card 2012 + Outtakes

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On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me…

Well? Here it is, folks. The 2012 Knight Family holiday card. Our three French hens (roosters?) were surprisingly cooperative and hilarious… especially the little round one in front there. This is our fifth year of a wacky card and I’m so pleased with how it turned out. Andrew has thought of every idea, while I pulled together the last-minute details. We are a good team like that. Anyway, here are the outtakes:

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And I’m considering dressing Emil like a chicken more often. So warm and cuddly (even with baguette on his face)!

Happy Holidays, and have a wonderful weekend!

Dress That Mama: Purple Hair

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So… I had my hair colored last weekend and you know what happened? I ended up with purple hair! Funny, right? Hm. Not so funny? You know, these things happen from time to time. This time, instead of hemming and hawing about it, I’m going with it. It’s a little punk rock, which is different for me. So I’m embracing the funkiness and wearing bright red lipstick every day, imagining what tattoos I’ll get on the inside of each wrist, and vowing to rock the bright pink socks with purple polka dots that I just scored…

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Have you ever had a hair catastrophe? How did you recover/deal? What’s your vote: rock it, or change it?

Dress Those Guys: Bow Ties for All!

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Yesterday was picture day at Milo & Oliver’s preschool. So, of course, bow ties. Then Andrew came downstairs and yes, another bow tie! Pretty fancy, no? Now I’m interested in the hilarity of the actual school photos, because no amount of combing or brushing will tame those manes. Should be pretty funny… which is exactly what a school picture should be!

On Milo: shirt: Crewcuts (on sale last year); bow tie: same- out of stock; jeans: Tea Collection (on sale at City Sprouts in the summer– I’m telling you, buying out of season is the way to go!); shoes: Crewcuts (on sale last year)

On Oliver: shirt: thrifted; bow tie: Crewcuts (on sale this summer)– sold out, but this one is cute!; jeans: BabyGap- similar here; boots: Blundstones (a gift from Ingrid)

On Andrew: shirt: JCrew; cardigan: JCrew (ah-em, also on sale); bow tie: Forage (a father’s day present)- sold out, but I love this one by Fox and Brie; trousers: Banana Republic; sneakers: Tretorn (on sale, of course)

Whew! How’s that for a linked-up post?!

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Happy Wednesday!

Reality

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Recently, I received a comment from someone who had visited the blog relaying something about feeling envious after reading. And it got me thinking… that is so not what I want people to feel after visiting us here. Yet, I am guilty of feeling envy when I visit certain other blogs. You know, the ones where life comes across as so perfect and wholesome.

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The truth is, I started this blog with some encouragement from Andrew after I had gone through some major life changes (I quit my job as a school social worker to stay home with our newborn Milo, plus we had just gotten married and moved to a brand new city where we knew absolutely no one) and was feeling really lonely and a little neurotic. It was also a way to reach out to family and friends who were scattered across the country (and in different countries) so that they could stay updated on happenings with the “young bum,” as we used to call Milo.

As time wore on, the blog became my main creative outlet. Posting daily not only helps me keep in contact with family and friends, but also reminds me about what is important in my life right now: creating memories and coming up with fun activities for the kids; finding awesome places to discover and rediscover; exploring new recipes and sharing our favorites; and feeling good about myself as an individual person, not just as someone’s mama. But the main reason is to look back and remember that life really is beautiful, even through the rough patches. Plus, it turns out I really, really enjoy taking pictures. So, of course, life on a blog is supposed to look a little nicer than real life. And so it does. If I took pictures of my dirty bathroom and piles of laundry and stacks of mail to be sorted through, I don’t think I would enjoy looking back at those things as much, you know? Because those things are inevitable, but they are not life-defining.

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And so, here are some pictures and tales from our weekend, the first of which you will not envy: we woke up Saturday morning to a ransacked car and a stolen GPS because I had left the van unlocked overnight. Boo.

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Ice cream at Snarf’s

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…cold

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Staying up late: the reward for actual naps!

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Breakfast: figs with goat cheese and honey

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Time-out

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Time-in

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Trip to a farm– only so, so

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Almost one!

Tomorrow we celebrate Emil’s first birthday and I’m choosing not to deal with it quite yet because how it has already been a year is beyond my comprehension right now. Have a wonderful Monday.

Birthday Blues (and Reds)

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So, no outfit post today. I had pictures, but wasn’t happy with them and so we’ll try again next week. Yesterday was Oliver’s third birthday and let me tell you, it was quite a whirlwind of ups and downs. We started the day with a birthday donut at the playground. Because neither of these boys ever eats donuts, it was quite a treat.

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And then Oliver pooped his pants. Twice.

We returned home from the playground with a crying Milo (who was NOT ready to leave) and a frustrated Emil (who was NOT ready to leave) and a three-year-old stuffed into his little brother’s size 3 diaper who was, wait for it… NOT READY TO LEEEEEEEEAAAAAVE!!!

I don’t  know how long it’s been since Oliver has had this kind of accident. So I was clearly unprepared. But you know. Life goes on.

Oliver dictated the day’s events which unsurprisingly consisted of a lot of play house playing, book-reading, rocket ship-building, and some alone time. Then our nanny Elisa came over and brought presents (!) for both boys. Seriously, guys. She’s the coolest. She brought gummy letters for Oliver and challenged him to spell out his name:DSC_0106DSC_0108DSC_0111DSC_0113DSC_0116

Concentrating…

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… He did it!

And Elisa took the big boys to the playground while Emil napped upstairs and Andrew made the cake while I made dinner. It was surprisingly peaceful and quiet as the two of us whooshed around each other in the kitchen, busy leaning over pots and mixers and dodging each other with hot cakes and dishes.

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Rocket ship cake! (Alright, I decorated it)

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But there was real smoke coming out of the back of that bad boy!

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One for me… one for my lap… one for me…

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The look on his face when he opened his much-desired Plan Toys tool belt (this one’s for you, Brendan! Thanks for playing along!)

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Emil brought his baby to the party– go ahead, try to take that baby away from him and see what happens…

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He’s going for the I’m-a-hipster-but-not-trying-too-hard look.

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Another awesome gift from Grandma– two lanterns for the boys to light the inside or outside of their play house.

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And the birthday blues? Well, Oliver certainly didn’t have them. Nope. Milo did. He was so so excited and jealous all at the same time. I honestly thought that having Milo’s birthday right around the corner (Sept. 4) would make all these other birthdays easier, but I think it’s actually harder for him. And despite being included (Elisa brought him a balloon-fueled race car AND gummy letters, plus he got to open his lantern present early), Milo still had a total meltdown after dinner. I think he was exhausted, but also is so used to being the center of attention. Such a hard lesson to learn, but such a necessary one. How do you handle sibling jealousy around birthday times? I remember being insanely jealous of my brother and sister around b-day time when I was a kid!

Oliver is Three!

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I remember Milo being pretty quirky at this age (scroll down to the bottom of that post to see him in his Thor costume– which he insisted on wearing every. single. day.). But Oliver takes the cake for strangest human being most impressive imagination.  He has insisted on wearing a bucket on his head and one on his hand (the head-bucket he calls booty-helmet and the hand-bucket he refers to as safety-shootah) for the past couple of days, loosing his mind if he forgets to wear them to the coffee place or playground or just on a quick jaunt to the toilet.

Oliver surprises us all with his elaborate pretend games. While both his brothers (older and younger) nap upstairs (yes, this kid quit napping a year ago), Oliver quietly but constantly converses with himself out loud in dramatic dialogues which Andrew and I cannot follow even when we do hide around the corner to eavesdrop. He has some kind of complicated game going on in his head most hours of the day.

And this is all new to us. Because at the exact same time, his almost-5-year-old brother is starting to do the same thing. Elaborate pretend play that he never engaged in before (perhaps Milo was too busy jumping off stuff and improving his physical prowess to work on his imaginative side?). And now our house is being overrun (in a good way) with exaggerations and drama of the boy variety (i.e. someone is getting shot, killed, destroyed, seriously maimed, or put in jail).

There are lots of sound effects. But our favorites? As imaginative as Oliver is, he is a walking stereotype. When he gets hurt, he actually says, “WAAAAAHHHH! Wah! Wah! Wah!” When he slides down the slide, he says “Weeee!” in a strange, mocking tone, as if to relay to the rest of us how absolutely ridiculous we are.

And today, this little fella turns three!!!

Here are a few facts about Oliver:

His favorite color is orange. Favorite toys are a small plastic purple camera and a magnetic wooden fishing pole (and now a wooden play house on our back deck). He plays with Magna Tiles on an hourly basis. He has become a really finicky eater in the strangest way: he loves salmon or tuna but hates simple things like pasta or peanut butter and jelly or rice. He hates taking naps (obviously) and haircuts (double obviously).

I could go on and on about Oliver. He is infuriating in so many ways, and minutes later completely endearing beyond belief. He is incredibly affectionate and tells us things like, “Mama, I love you. I’m so glad we have you.”

Oliver, you have grown into quite a wonderful little guy. Heck, you were born wonderful, but you only get better with each day. We love you, Gooey Gumdrop!

Check out Oliver’s first birthday here, second birthday here, and birth story here

Birthday photos to follow…