Rylie Joy is enjoying some fruits of my labor in the form of some sweater-sleeve pants. The idea here is that you snip off the sleeves of adult sweaters (100% wool…ugly and adorable alike) and sew them into leggings. Cute, right? Yah. AND, it acts as a cover (or soaker, Lia and Liz) over cloth diapers because wool is amazing and doesn’t leak or smell. Genius. You’d be amazed at how the ugliest sweaters become just the cutest thing once they’re pared down a bit. Who needs acres of rainbow stripes? No one- No. One. But sweet little girl pants? Yes. Yes. Yes exclamation point. (She’s giving you a thumbs-up in the laundry basket there.)
So, Curt and I were recently discussing the fact that my *ahem* medication is running out… and does Peanut need a sibling? Well, the answer is yes, of course, why is this even a question question mark. Curt calmly pointed out to me that we have only 2 rooms in our house at the moment and that all of my dresser drawers are full, which leaves no room for a make-shift crib. Ah. Yes… this is an important observation. He continued to calmly and sweetly explain that he is still working on the front and back porches and that the basement bedrooms/family room are on the ‘major project’ list only after porches, drywall sanding, and upstairs 2nd coat of painting. Ah, yes. Also important observations. *Excuse my while I call Walgreens to refill something.*
To soften this information, Curt presented me with a ‘minor project’ I had asked for…a rack to hang above the changing table, soon to be filled with diapers covers and sleeve pants. The wood is 2-inch thick oak from an old barn. The knobs are just random ones I had laying around. If this seems odd to you, well… I can only say that mismatched old door knobs are the least of my oddness and please love me anyway.
*sigh* I love that man. He SO knows how to break bad news to me.
If you are not a card-carrying member of the “I buy Rylie Joy presents” club, you need not read further. But Gramma Marcia has a major thing about Christmas Wish Lists (brother-in-law Bill keeps one in his wallet year round so he can add to it on the fly), and Rylie is an advanced sort of child, so here you go. Grandparents… this one’s for you.