

Michael likes to build furniture. I like to knit and sew. Alex likes to draw. Jackson could care less. 3 out of 4 of us Os are pretty crafty. I knitted these two scarves with yarn I purchased at a yarn boutique in Santa Ana, California.
Diary of a Frenetic Working Mother
Over dinner Tuesday night, I asked Jackson about his day. What did he learn at school? Apparently, kindergarten has quite the curriculum. He learned how to make poot noises by putting his hand under his armpit and pumping his arm up and down at the shoulder. Aye. Alex was thrilled, and could not wait to teach the kids at Kathwood how to make poot noises with their armpits. "Ryan can even do it and make it stink!" Jackson exclaimed. Maybe I should not ask anymore.
I decided to accept this challenge. Many of my friends already know that I have been using homemade mama pads for about a year. I recenty ordered a set of lunapads because I like the idea of being able to change the top layer of my pads. Very granola, and many people have been very open about telling me these are gross. I disagree, and this is my green decision about my personal care. The number of tampons and pads are in our landfills is staggering, and I don't even want to talk about all of the icky things that are in tampons!
While cloth TP can easily be made by sewing two pieces of flannel together, I ordered some pretty wipes from here and here. I have dry wipes and wet wipes. The wet wipes are soaked in a solution of water, baby soap, tea tree essential oil and lavender oil. Used wipes go in the wet bag hanging in front of the toilet and are washed every other day. I also put several drops of tea tree essential oil in the bag as a natural antiseptic. Michael is a little squeamish about this, but his bathroom is stocked with regular, environmentally unfriendly TP, and he does not have to use my potty if he does not want to. The boys don't seem to care, so I will start their cruncy granola brainwashing at an early age!

All Hail the Zeuser! This is the Man. This neutered wonder runs our house. For some strange reason, we let him.

I painted these two dressers for the boys when they were babies. We did not have to buy any furniture when we had our kids. I got Jackson's dresser from my Aunt Cookie. I painted it red, with yellow and green drawers. His nursery was blue. A primary colors room! Alex's dresser came from my mom. I painted it a weird shade of red. I pained a leopard print on the top, and zebra stripes on the drawers. I hope these will go for a nice price at our yard sale!
I got this old chest at a yard sale. Unfortunately, I never did anything with it. Waste of space! The box beside it is full of old blankets and comforters that we don't need.
14 bins crammed with linens, toys, clothes, shoes, knick knacks, etc.
I am so excited about this lightening of our load. I can't explain how liberating it feels to get rid of so much STUFF. We have so much closet space!
I love my house. We live in a strange old house in Forest Acres. 2000 square feet, 2 bedrooms, with an odd room in the middle that could be a windowless bedroom, but we use it for an exercise room. As homes in our neighborhood are selling for tens of thousands of dollars more than we paid for ours, Michael has had the itch to sell and move. Yes, we could probably make money, but we certainly don't need more space. It is amazing how much space we have in our 2000 square feet without all the STUFF! Our house is funky, cool, and unique. Our first house was a traditional, cookie-cutter house in Irmo. Now I live in a home that is different, weird, and all mine. AND...quickly becoming devoid of STUFF!
How am I going to keep the STUFF from coming back? Everything in my house now has a place. If I don't have a place for something, I am not going to buy it. I am going to avoid the source of all STUFF--Target. I am going to think before I buy, and I am going to reward my children with something besides more STUFF.