Monday, September 3, 2012

Total Nesting.

This house doesn't know what hit it.

OK, but not in the way that I'm Monica-Geller cleaning....yet. But, in the way that my productivity has skyrocketed, and I'm already a productivity-loving kinda chick.

Well, there was that one instance in which I was on my hands and knees, spot-cleaning the carpet in the living room--with a smile adorning my cranium. Bee tee dubbya, my homemade cleaner of water/vinegar + baking soda + scrubby brush is THEE MOST AMAZING CLEANER EVER. That cleaning combo is actually amazing for just about anything. And natural! But, I digress....

I have this urge to never leave anything on my to-do lists (and, oh mama, are there to-do lists!) longer than it takes for the ink to dry. I'm unstoppable. Ya know what? Let's just sum it up like this:

Although I feel pretty unbelievably amazeballs at 7 1/2 months pregnant, buying a pasta machine was probably one of the top seven smartest decisions I've ever made ever. Before, I was doing it by hand. Yet another instance where I'd rather have a fork in my eye.

I was making slow-cooker lasagna for dinner one night (kicks way more hiney than standard lasagna) so I had to make the lasagna noodles. Depending on the type of pasta I'm making, I can get 2-3 separate dinner's worth of pasta in the 30ish minutes it takes for a batch in its entirety. Such a lifesaver! And, who doesn't love that the pasta's ingredients are 1) flour and 2) water? HOLLABACK.

Adding to the one dinner's worth of pasta I already have frozen, now I have 3 dinner's worth of pasta in the freezer just waiting to be used. So, not only do we get super fresh pasta for dinners, I'm building up a stash in case the last couple months of this pregnancy become pretty brutal. But, once I hit the 8-month-mark, I'm going to be a pasta-making-and-freezing crazy biatch. I will have two kids by myself soon. I'm preparing like it's Y2K.

Smelling this cooking all day was just about all I could take.

But, there are also home-d├ęcor items that need to be marked off the to-do list. Because obviously.

Every time I do dishes water splashes up and hits the used-to-be-tan knife block, leaving it looking dirty and grody. How could a nesting chick stand for such an atrocity?! I could not. So, I did not. I painted that bad boy and I'm pretty effing in love with it. There's no way I could've left that, or the $30 in change I rolled during nap. Baby girl will be here soon and she won't stand for such things.

We're going to begin potty training in early October (I don't care what age he's PTd by...I just want it done before Little Sister arrives!) so I needed a stool so J could reach the sink to wash his hands--our downstairs bathroom is stool-less. I got the idea to paint it from this timeout chair I've seen on Pinterest. You know the one.  Plus, it also doubles as a kitchen stool for me because my belly is beginning to limit my reach into our cabinets! 

Jake's already scuffing it up. Blast! My handiwork!'s for the kidlets, anywho.

Also? Chevron stripes!

I've also started a second Pooh drawing. I'm not sure why. 
But, it's happening.

Jake helped me paint this frame long ago--before we found out she's a she; the blue is much more periwinkle than it looks. This was on my list of things to do before baby #2 arrived (along with the large drawing and blanket) because that's what I did for J when I was pregnant with him. Gotta squash possible sibling rivalry! ;-)

I hung the framed Pooh (ha!). That just couldn't go another second leaning against our dresser. Could. Not.

Apparently when you live on post, and have kids of the opposite sex, you're able to get back on the housing wait list for a larger house. But, once she's born Gary will only have about a year left on his contract...and I'd rather saw off my left arm with a butter knife than move for just one year. Kidlets will deal, yo.

So, I cleared out a drawer in Jake's dresser for Baby Sister's clothes I'll be washing in a few weeks (!!!!) and moved that stuff to the closet. Because of how itty bitty her clothes are, and because of how often clothes rotate as she grows, we don't need a second dresser now...but maybe I'll pick one up just to have?

I'm not even close to normally like this, but after going grocery shopping last week, I went all Sleeping-with-the-Enemy on our cabinets. I need to be able to easily inventory what we've got when I do my stock-up trip right before she gets here. Or else all Hell would break loose, obviously...

We're not huge from-the-box eaters at all, but sometimes? You just need to go straight gourmet for dinner.

Why not? 

Lists! I love lists! 

Just because I tend to run around Target like a chicken with its head cut off without one. Now's not the time to fix what ain't broke. Mama needs her lists.

I'll also be making another batch of laundry detergent. I'm also in the midst of having the cars serviced. Oh, and I've couponed my way to about 10 bottles of conditioner/shampoo, 30ish rolls of toilet paper, toothpaste/brushes, dish soap, bar soap....You guys, there will not be one thing I have to do once Little Miss becomes an outside baby. I feel like two babies will be enough of an adventure without finding something I should've done before she got here!

Time for a nap....

1 comment:

So Very Domestic said...

So when do we get to live next door to each other and cook and clean and bake and rock babies together?!?! <3