Domestic Blitz, National Blog Posting Month

The next preschool design star

11/10/2009 Nichole 4 Comments

Poppy and I usually watch an episode of “Designers’ Challenge” on HGTV while the babies have their naps. In addition to now being on a first-name basis with the host, the show seems to be giving her ideas.

“Mommy,” she said to me earlier today. “I wish a designer would come and design my bedroom.”

Oh boy.

So I asked her what she’d ask the designer to do with her room. Here’s her wishlist:

Pink walls, “because it’s my favorite color,” she said. Her room is currently blue. For sake of clarification, in the event that we decide to repaint, I asked her what sort of pink she was thinking. “Hot pink!” she said. “Very, very pink.”
A purple bed. She has a white bed now. We decided purple bedding would suffice.
Some blue blankets.
A red radio

Obviously, my girl is not afraid of color. Or opinions.

I wonder whether she’d be thrilled with something like this. Because I like it a lot, and we wouldn’t have to repaint!

Update!
I think I’m going to entirely copy these people. They even shared the paint names. Yay Internet strangers!

Bandwagons, National Blog Posting Month

My third NaNoDropoutMo

11/09/2009 Nichole 1 Comment

What with awesome trips and birthday bashes, I found myself about 7,000 words behind schedule on the NaNoWriMo project. That might not be insurmountable, but I’m chalking it up as such. Maybe they’ll move NaNoWriMo to a different month. One where we don’t have two birthdays and a major holiday. I think March would work.

Flotsam / Jetsam, National Blog Posting Month

A tale of two sandwiches

11/08/2009 Nichole

We went out to lunch today after trying out a new church (in a nightclub; it was loud). We brought half of my avocado sandwich and most of Petey’s barbecue sandwich home with us. When we got home, Rockford used his raw power to tear the handle from the storm door on the front porch. We managed to loosely reattach it — enough to get inside — and we came in, put kids down for rests and napped/watched football.

Minutes ago, my mother-in-law arrived for her weekly outing with Poppy.

“There’s a sandwich on your front porch!” she said.

And indeed, there was. My partially gnawed avocado melt was sitting on the front step. The barbecue sandwich was untouched. Apparently, the beast is a vegetarian.