Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

Tonight I made a blanket with sleeves (like this or this ).  Matt saw the infomercial for the Snuggie and insisted on me making him one right then. After I informed him that I would need to get the fleece and find the directions, he cut me a little slack and told me I could make one today instead of last night. (Generous, ain’t he?)
But, thinking it seemed easy and given my love of all things cozy, I decided I could totally do it. I mean how adorable, him all snuggled up and cozy but still having arms out, so no complaining about his arms being cold while we cuddle!?
So I made the trip to Joann today (they were having an AWESOME sale on fleece), and tonight, after dinner, I sat down to do it.  Unfortunately, I screwed it up a little, but that didn’t bother him. For it was a blanket! With SLEEVES!
Except…it’s a single layer (not double like all of their fleece blankets)
Except…he wants to be able to walk around in it without it falling off
Except…he wants velcro in the back so it can cover him all the way and stay on while he’s …

Yet another stolen idea to get me through NaBloPoMo….
Five moments I love:

Starting a new book. Ah, the anticipation, the excitement! The crisp pages and stiff spine.
The moment when Preston leans in for the super squishy hug and doesn’t want to let go. Mmmm…warm squishy toddler hugs…
That moment when I let it all go – warm in bed, soft pillow around my head, no worries because I’m just drifting…off….to…sleeeeeeeeepp….zzzzzzz.
The twinkle in Matt’s eyes when he realizes how funny he is.
When Daisy puts her very warm and heavy head on my lap while she’s sleeping and I get to stroke her silky ears and head.
*BONUS MOMENT* Watching all 3 of my guys laugh uncontrollably together. It’s awesome.

I’m not tagging anyone, but if you want (or need) to play along, please do and let me know!

Spent some time after the fam left working on this:
I used a tutorial found here, but modified it slightly.  Instead of stamping the title and numbers, I used my Cricut to cut them out and then stuck them on.
If you wanted to make one of your own, you could use stickers for the numbers and letters, which would save some serious time.  Also, you could use a cookie sheet instead of a canvas and use magnets instead of velcro.
I probably worked on it for 1-2 hours with interruptions from small boys. Like I said, could totally be done faster.  We had the little cardboard chocolate advent calendar last year, but I wanted one a little more solid and something I could put my own little treats in. 

I was going to do this whole Night Before Thanksgiving thing, but honestly, I’m pretty tired and the words and rhymes just aren’t coming to me.
I’ve been cleaning pretty much non-stop all day.  It’s funny – the weeks and days leading up to an event at our house fill me with panic and excitement at how much I can get done and cleaned.  In general, there are lofty goals (replace the shelf above the fireplace, wash windows, etc.).
At the beginning of the week, there were plans for the carpets to be cleaned throughout the house, all the rooms to be spic and span, etc.
By the time this afternoon rolled around, the main floor was pretty well spotless and the boys rooms fairly clean.  The front room and family room carpets were cleaned.  I cleaned the laundry room and vacuumed our room.  Meh. Good enough!
My room is still a mess, our bedroom a disaster (well, minus the vacuumed floor) and the shelf? Still looks like it may fall off any second. Since you can see our bedroom from the family room (we have this mid-level master thing going on), I’ll just shut the door (Which I totally never do!).
I always let …

…Got yelled at by a Postal Worker (mail carrier? mail person? mail lady? postal person?) who parked her mail truck in front of my house. She didn’t come to my house, she went elsewhere.  When she went to get back in her truck, the door was facing my front door and my dog was sitting on my porch. Now, I know SHE doesn’t know my dog, but seriously?  My pup was sitting. Not barking, not growling. Wagging her tail and sitting quietly about 50 feet away from the curb at which she parked her truck.  The mail lady was YELLING for someone to come get the dog. Panicked.
I ran downstairs and to the front door, then walked out, said “Sure! Let me get her” and proceeded to call Daisy.  Daisy, who LOVES people, glanced at me and then looked back at the lady. Never made a move toward her, fyi. So, as I was walking out toward Daisy to get her, (she still needs a little reinforcement for the whole COME command), the mail lady says “CAN YOU GET YOUR DOG?!”.
Uh, dude. Chill.  I calmly replied, ” Don’t worry, I am!” and smiled.
She says, all pissy: “I can’t get …