Tag: life

This Summer We…

Became Paleontologists

Jurassic Park Rangers

And discovered one in our own front yard

We had tea parties

And water balloon fights

We found Nemo (and Dory!)

We met penguins

We met a baby foal

We grew a garden

We’ve released butterflies

We went to camp


Read

Golf cart rides & ice cream cones

We became Oceaneers


Explorers of the deep blue sea


We went Under the Sea

Shark Week

We went to the circus

Followed the yellow brick road

We watched movies
Dad got a new BBQ

We were “Incredible”


We were sharks

We swam… a lot

 

 

We BBQ’d


We camped….inside

We had a lemonade stand

 
We went fishing

We put our feet in the sand

We’ve Play Doh’d

We have been sharks, bears & dinosaurs (oh my!)

We’ve been to space

We’ve been to Toy Story Land
We made slime

We watched puppet shows

We watched a Sunset

DIY T-ball/ Baseball Shoes

I’m sad our T-ball Spring Season is coming to an end, but I did get to make these super cute shoes that I will wear for every season from now on!

Bonus! They can be worn to professional games as well (Go Rays!)

So, start with a pair of (relatively) clean white canvas sneakers. They can be Keds, Converse or- if you’re cheap like me- Target brand!

I bought red puffy fabric paint from Hobby Lobby for 97 cents each. I bought one red and one red glitter. I ended up only using the red- no glitter.

Follow the lines/ laces on the shoe to create a baseball-like affect!

  

** Also, some cleaning tips! As you can see I cleaned mine in between making them and wearing them!

Bleach pen.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, water, color safe bleach.

Let air dry. DO NOT put in dryer!

Wear to the ball field!

 

I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card

But it’s not.

Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I curse.

Sometimes I’m mad at my husband. Sometimes he’s mad at me.

Sometimes he has a bad day at work. Sometimes I have bad days.

Those cruise pictures we took? We spent most of that cruise telling at our kids because they wouldn’t go to camp.

Those camping pictures? Emma refused to nap and I drove her around in the truck, then slammed on the brakes and yelled at her.

Our kids don’t always hold hands and hug.

They fight. They pull hair.

They scratch. They bite.

They’re not perfect. And neither am I.

So, don’t be fooled by our Christmas card.

I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card.

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