At Long Last.....

I brought my camera along to Squeak’s birthday party last weekend so I could get some photos of the boys’ bedrooms.  Well, I actually brought the camera to capture all the fun of Squeak’s big day, but while I was there….you get the point.  

First up is Cubby’s Minnesota Vikings room.  Note the curtains, sewn with love by my mom.  She also made a pillow sham from the same fabric, but it's tucked under the comforter so you can't see it in the photos.  I had lots of fun hunting down the decorative plaques, but it was a bit harder to find posters of his favorite players at reasonable prices.  NFL stuff is so expensive!  Cubby’s worth it, and I think he really liked the finished product.

 

Squeak’s room is the coolest kid room I have ever hung out in, and I have hung out in plenty as I was an inveterate babysitter during my high school years.   His wallpaper border has jungle animals in the squares. Note his curtains, too; they have a vibrant tiger print.  Gramma loved this fabric and was not put off by the fact that it was fleece.  So this kid has what are probably the only fleece curtains in the tri-state area.   My mom swears they will keep his room warmer.    My mom also added the tiger print fabric to Squeak’s comforter, and made the matching pillow:

 

I also got the boys cool light switch plates, but of course I forgot to get photos.  Cubby’s is stained glass, Vikings theme, of course.  Squeak’s is plastic but it has three animal prints: leopard, zebra, and giraffe. 

 

Bro shares custody of his boys with their mom, so a couple days a week he was coming home to an empty house.  Well, not any more.  I found this little girl hiding in a closet in the extra bedroom.  Her name is Tristan.  She came out of the closet when I found her, but after I petted her for awhile the kids found us, and Tristan relocated under the family room sofa:

Tristan has a brother, and Bro didn’t want to split them up, so he brought them both home.  Unfortunately, Bruno is very shy and didn’t want to meet his new favorite auntie (that would be me) but I did find him hiding in his favorite spot behind the toilet paper in Bro’s bathroom closet.  He didn’t seem to mind getting his picture taken, as long as I didn’t move the TP.  

So that was last weekend.  This week, Walker finally finished his work at his mom's old house - wahoo! - and he's taking a week off before he starts helping at the new house.  The new house is new construction, so it needs things like curtain rods hung and shower doors installed.   Nothing urgent, though, and Walker needs to catch up on some sleep.  I got our airline tickets purchased for our upcoming vacation - wahoo! - but to get them using frequent flier miles we had to change our trip dates, which involved changing the timeshare, changing our vacation dates at work, and changing dinner reservations.  Took longer than it should have because we're still having internet issues.  I hope to tackle those this weekend.  Slowly but surely, we're getting it all done ~

Packing 101

I'm supposed to be in bed.  Walker and I are meeting his sister for lunch tomorrow, so I'll need to be up much earlier than normal.  I should be in bed, but clearly, I'm not.

I spent the better part of the weekend going through my warm weather clothes trying to figure out what to pack for our upcoming vacation.  I like to do that well in advance, so if I need to repair or replace anything I have plenty of time.  I usually try to pack things in the same color family, so I can mix and match.  It helps to keep the item count down. 

Well.  I lost some weight last year, so I decided I'd better try on everything before I chose what to take.  It was a bit disconcerting.   My surgery and radiation have left me somewhat.....lopsided.  Like, very lopsided.  Wearing several layers of winter clothing has allowed me to ignore the issue.  I won't be able to do that in Florida. My doctor explained that for about a year following radiation, my boob will "re-contour" as it heals.  The skin will thicken and the tissue will tighten on the treatment side. The boob will probably lift and shrink.  Those changes are permanent, even if I live to be a hundred.  I had decided not to do anything to "balance" the girls until I'm fully healed, and even then I may just let it go.  In the meantime, I have to adjust to my new body.  I guess I should have been embracing it rather than ignoring it.  I was totally unprepared when I saw my lopsided self wearing a plain summer tshirt.

The good news is that Florida is having unseasonably cold weather.  It's not likely that I'll need to put on a bathing suit during our trip.  I guess I'll call that a silver lining.