Baby Report: Mulder Three has passed his or her final appointment and is ready for delivery. Next Thursday, Curt and I will check-in to St. Mary’s at 6:59am. Sometime around 9am, Mulder Three should enter the world a-hollerin’ and hopefully by that point we will have a name. We’ll give the blog and facebook a yell sometime and keep you posted 🙂 Thanks for riding this wave with us! I am So. Stinkin’. Ready. to meet this kid. Be sure to stop by the Baby Pool and leave us your guess along with a name. We need all the help we can get.
Just a quickie for you today: more home improvement that happened on the blog walk-about.
When Curt and I first married, we found these heavy wrought-iron hooks in a local shoppe somewhere on the Georgia border. Heavy, as in could double as a weapon heavy. We bought 5 and they have hung faithfully by the front door ever since.
As the family grew and our inventory of puffy coats increased, Curt commissioned a friend to hammer out more of them. They are a perfect match to the originals and now we have about 4,000. Or slightly less… but let me tell you: since the day Rylie was born I have been desperate for more hooks. Do kids just GROW things on the ground? It’s like it appears spontaneously and without manners.
AND: who thought of the world’s dumbest invention, the bathroom towel bar that only holds one towel maybe two if they are perfectly folded which they never are gimme a break virginia? Hooks. Give me hooks. Everywhere.
Curty spent a weekend drilling and I spent a weekend following behind him with a wrench turning every odd space in our Shoebox into a functional space with our beautiful hooks.
7 (SEVEN!)8 (eight!) hooks behind the front door at Rascal Level for children to hang… everything. Gideon has not caught himself on these hooks yet, but I suspect it is only a matter of time.
- 6 hooks behind Rylie’s bedroom door. You wanna hang your undies there, Child? Fine. Go for it.
- Curt got 4 hooks by the closet to avoid piling clothes on the chair.
- I got 4 hooks in the kitchen for bibs and aprons.
- And, my favorite, 5 hooks in the bathroom where the ridiculous towel bar used to live.
Now when we have guests (which we do… quite frequently… despite the work and trauma we put them through) they have a place to hang their towel instead of the awkward, “Hey. I took a shower. The green towel draped over the toilet seat lid is mine, ok?”
We love you so much more than that 🙂 Come on over. Your towel is safe now.