finding that optimal arrangement

It seems I get to February every year and NEED to rearrange the school room.  (You can see past iterations of here.)  This year I needed more shelves so there weren’t boxes full of books to pull out and dig through constantly for school.  I also needed more work surface so that Brenna could spend more of her time downstairs with the rest of us.

school room in progress

We also needed more desk space so that kids weren’t constantly distracting each other, poking each other, spilling milk on notebooks, you know, the things that happen when they are all working around the kitchen table.  I certainly love the IDEA of harmoniously working around the kitchen table, but it just wasn’t my reality.  Now one child can be at the computer desk working on Khan Academy math, one can be doing English at a desk, another can be writing about history at the other desk, and the little boys can go back and forth from the block building table in the school room, to the art room table where they cut and tape to their hearts’ content.

It took a couple of trips to Ikea to get all that we needed.  We’ve got some Billy bookcases and wall shelves, some Vika table tops, and Jules chairs.  (I wasn’t present on the chair acquisition trip.  I would have insisted on a red chair rather than a black one, but oh well.  That’s what Jonah wanted.)

a corner of the school room

Can I tell you how much I love it that the books on these shelves are arranged by color?  I love it!  It makes me smile, and surprisingly my kids keep putting them back that way too.  It also makes me really want to make some mini versions of this color wheel quilt to put in those spaces above the desks.  Wouldn’t that be perfect?  and fun?  and beautiful?  Other decorations I have on the brain are pillows like these for the couch.  I’d need to learn to crochet, though.  Oh, and some time and energy.

I’ve made the bottom shelves for the littles– board books on the bottom, and a smattering of paperbacks (which I rotate from the stash) propped up with little tension curtain rods.  Other low shelves have a toy basket for sweet Eva, and some trays of wooden blocks and cars.

So, with the shelves coming in here, the piano had to move to the living room…

the front room with the piano

I still need to get art hung in here.  I also need to help my poor worn out furniture.  The cabinet doors have been broken and fixed one too many times.  They just need to be replaced.

poor, poor chair

My frayed striped wing back chair has seen better days.  I’m hoping I can get a washable slipcover made from this fabric I designed.  This year.  Sometime.

And so, with the piano moving in here, shelves had to be moved up to my room.

shelves flanking my bed

I’m loving how the shelves warm up my room and give us makeshift night stands.  I want to paint the cabinet doors brownish black to match my new dresser.  The pictures above our bed need to be rearranged still, and I’d really like to add a nice Boise Temple picture up there too.

new dresser!

Oh, Ikea, how would we live without you?  I’ve had this dresser in the master plan since before we moved here.  I love its smooth opening drawers, and how it looks with my Karl Blosfeldt prints above it.

While we’re at this home tour of sorts I’ll show you the entryway and stairs.

on top of the amoire

the stairs need update pictures

I really want to create a better gallery wall of family photos along the stairs and make new silhouettes of the kids now that we have a new one added to the crew.  I’d also love to add this letterpress print of the Salt Lake temple.

Well, that was a brain dump.  I’ve had all of this on my mind so much as I stare at my walls and move around my house everyday it’s nice to have it in writing and photos.  We’ll see how long I just dream these things up and what actually gets done.

a pinwheel quilt

flappy pinwheel quilt

My sweet friend Rachel moved on Friday, so we threw her a going away party/ baby shower because she’s expecting her 5th baby along with all the excitement of moving.  I’m not good at taking photos of things when I’m busy, so you don’t get to see the flower arrangements I made with little paper pinwheels in them, but I did sneak in some pictures of her pinwheel quilt, even if they are in bad light.

the whole thing from the top

The little pinwheels are little flaps for the baby to play with.

3-D pinwheel

All the colored fabrics are from my scrap bags.  I just bought a yard of white for the top and a yard of navy blue for the back and binding.  Thrifty, eh?

baby boy pinwheel quilt

Here’s a detail of the back.  I pieced some scraps into a field of solid navy blue.

back detail

I’m hoping that this will insure that Rachel never forgets me…

I got this done while quarantined here with little boys with pink-eye and puking.  This parenting thing is not for wimps.

now she’s 6 months and has a new sweater

:)

Here she is, a big 6 month old wearing her new sweater.  The pattern is Camilla Babe from Quince and Co., but I used a cotton blend yarn by Berocco called Weekend.  (Brenna’s was Weekend Chunky.)

toes and toys

I love knitting wool yarn.  I love the thought of wearing sweaters knit with wool.   I, however, do not really like wearing wool in real life.  It itches.  Alpaca, cashmere, mohair, angora, sheep’s wool– they all make my skin crawl even if I have a turtle neck underneath.  I can stand super wash merino, but it gets so pilly and fuzzy.   Does that make me a bad knitter?  The purist in me says yes, it does.  Only wool yarn is REAL.  I almost feel like it is akin to my feelings about whipped topping.  Cool Whip is not real food and will never enter my lips.  It’s real cream for me or nothing.  I really feel so torn about the real yarn thing.  Part of me feels like if it is part plastic or acrylic or whatever you want to call it, it is not real yarn and should not be knit.  BUT I do not like to itch and I do not like my children to make me itch.  So, I am trying to come to terms with my notions of REAL knitting and loving and wearing the things I knit.  I’m trying to embrace a little acrylic in my yarn because it is soft and doesn’t torture my nose hairs.

new trick and new sweater

Now, back to this cute baby of mine.  She can sit up!  I weighed myself holding her yesterday and she’s about 20 pounds.  I think that means that tomorrow I will be pulling out the 9-12 month clothes.  Geesh.

babies slobber

I knit the 6 month size of sweater and it will fit her for a good long while, which is fantastic at the rate she is growing.  The neck is a bit bigger than I would like, so I’m waffling about ripping the last fan repeat at the neck back and adding in more decrease rows.

new sweater

The color is super cute on her, but then again, she is just super cute.  All. the. time.

the 5 months post I’m just now getting around to

I didn’t get a post of Eva made on her 5 months birthday like I have every other month.  Now that she’s nearly 6 months I better get with it!

toe grabbing

The truth is, Eva’s 5 month birthday was a really emotional day.  A good friend of mine had a baby the weekend before who died just 2 hours after he was born.  They knew it would be that way.  He was diagnosed with trisomy 13 when she was about 20 weeks pregnant, but still it was so sad and so hard.

toe grabbing

constant wiggling

more toe grabbing

Eva’s babyhood has been so emotional for me.  I am so keenly aware of how miraculous her little life is, how lucky I am to have her safe, whole, so perfect.  I know so many people who struggle to get pregnant, who desperately want children but just can’t seem to make it happen.  The week after Eva was born my sister in-law nearly died of preeclampsia, her baby was delivered at 32 weeks, and that tiny baby’s little lung collapsed on her second day of life.  There I was with a perfect baby, memories of a peaceful home birth, and tears running down my face constantly thinking of my sweet sister in-law who could barely even touch her fragile little one.  (My  niece is fine now, growing and perfect, but she had a scary start.)

Here I am with 6 perfect children, 6 easy pregnancies, 6 uncomplicated births.  I am so blessed.  I have had 2 miscarriages that were intensely sad, but a year to the day after each I was nursing a sweet little boy and as I look back I realize those trials were so small in comparison to what so many go through.

toe grabbing

I hope I can live up to this miraculous privilege that is mine.

I have 6 perfect babies.