Showing posts with label What Daddy Made. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Cigar Box Guitar


She's been askin' and askin' for daddy to make her one, and this Christmas, she got her wish.

Georgia Reese can be seen belting out tunes and jamming to her hearts content every weeknight here from 7-9.

And she pretty much rocks the cigar box guitar.



Also included: what every little girl wants--a latch to hold things in her cigar box.  Right now, there would be housed inside a hairbrush and fruity flavored bubblegum (NOT of the A.B.C. variety.  For those of you who were not privileged enough to have an 80's childhood, A.B.C. means Already Been Chewed).

Monday, November 12, 2012

Bunk Beds for Three

We have 3 girls.  Not two and not four.  The reason I say this is because there just isn't a great way to split the bedrooms.  Either you get called unfair because you make the younger two share a room, or the older girls will cry mutiny because the youngest gets her own.  You just can't win.  Plus, there has got to be an upside to sharing room besides stealing your sisters clothes, fighting over the night light, and bickering...right?   For this reason (and more) the three girls will share a room. They have known this for awhile and have been very excited about it.  Last week we had the opportunity to put new carpet throughout the entire upstairs and everyone knows what new carpet means, right?  Yes, that means new paint as well.  Because no way are you going to risk getting paint on all that new carpet.

Brian had already planned on bunk beds as a Christmas present for the girls.  But if you are replacing carpet and adding new paint, this sure as sure is the right time for new beds.  Plus, Reesie is due for a crib-exit. The timing was perfect.

Brian wanted this to be a surprise so my sweet mom spent 2 and a half days watching our very docile, obedient :o) children while I helped my man out with trips to Starbucks and Home Depot (what else?!) until I was generous enough to relieve my mom of her duties.  ;o) I spent the whole next day hiding out at my parent's place, telling the girls all sorts of fibs about the carpet and paint taking longer than we had hoped.  This whole time, Brian spent 4 days without seeing the light of day.  Four days without a hot meal.  Four days without the normal girl shrieks that fill our rafters.  At the end of the four days, I brought the girls home with the instruction that they needed to watch a movie downstairs while the paint in their room aired out a bit.  Meanwhile, I hurried and decorated their sweet room as much as I could do in 1 hour.

At the end of the movie, Brian told the girls to go get their jammies on and this is what they saw:


Essentially, a new room.  Cream and turquoise were replaced with clean, crisp white and gone was the blue carpet.  (hooray!) I can't begin to describe the happy shouts and the little legs that ran up and down the stairs.  By the way, the stairs are my favorite part.  Easy for me to climb up and change sheets, and a genius storage for our 3-year-old's clothes.  (From age 2-99, closet space is very important in a girl's life).  This really was a wonderful addition, as I worried that the girls' already small closet would never be able to handle another girl.




She has 2 separate closet spaces and each of the girls have a cubbie for their books.  There is also a very cherished reading space and the girls are already talking about how they'll hang a curtain or sheet to make a fort when their cousins come to visit.


Another favorite thing is Georgia Reese's individual book shelf and water holder.  Anyone who knows Reese, knows her hanker for water, and not just one water bottle at bedtime, but as many as 4 (just in case.)  Brian was clever and included only one spot to try to cut back on the OCD.  Mousie takes up the space for now.


I googled a few bunk beds I liked and copied off pictures.  Brian did the same and then married the two ideas fantastically.  This room is the result.  I am so grateful for his hard work.

Please tell daddy thank you a thousand times.

-Holland, age 7  

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