Three Kids. Or, Survival of the Fittest

So, we now have 3 kids. Lilly is 5, AJ is 2, and Edie is 8 months. Wait, what?

Bayou Road Photo is awesome!

Three little pancakes. Aren't they sweet? Edie just started crawling and pulling up on everything, Andrew is talking in sentences and thinks everything is yellow, and Lilly can almost read on her own & tie a shoe, so there's a lot of win happening here. I sometimes can have coffee alone. A fence on the backyard was my saving grace. Because, get outside.  

Antique Salvaged Door Entry Storage Solution

If you're anything like me, your entry way can get to be a mess. I have no before pictures, but I will describe it for you... A gorgeous salvaged piece of barn wood flooring, mounted on the wall with an iron key holder to hold our keys. A pair of salvaged antique, peeling-paint, rickety and so gorgeous corbels from a porch were used as brackets to hold a cabinet door posing as a shelf. On the floor, was a boot tray for everyone's shoes. Sounds moderately cute and functional, right? Well, you're wrong.

This is the story of how I fixed that, and made this:

82 Pounds of Peaches

Ok, maybe not exactly 82 pounds, but it sure looked like it.

My mom and I took Lilly and AJ to a local orchard for some peach picking. We absolutely love pick-your-own fruit!  There's something so fantastic about either getting on a hayride or parking between rows of trees, wandering through fields of orchards with a gigantic empty box. I truly think I belong on an orchard or farm, so picking-your-own fruit is right up my alley.

French Bread Board Face Lift

I did a super quick morning DIY project! We were given an adorable French (or Macy's, no one knows) bread board from my husband's aunt. It sounds awful, but I hated the color, it was really gross looking and had seen better days (not in the antique-sense of the word) and was otherwise in a basement for decades with whatever was crawling on top of it.

Letting Go of Control and Learning To Pick the Biggies

Our 1 year old boy makes me insane. I N S A N E. Crazy. Nuts. Stressed out. Lunatic. The kind of insane when you can't remember the last time you got dressed, did your hair (possibly showered) and looked presentable enough to speak with other human beings, brand of insane. I'm not sure what I expected when we had our son, Andrew (AJ, Hammy), but I'm pretty sure it was the exact opposite of what it's turned out to be.

Pie Safe with DIY Chalk Paint

I hate painting furniture. Whenever I do, it always dries tacky and I am really awful at not getting brush marks in it. The only pieces I've redone that I'm totally in love with, are the kitchen island and Lilly's dresser. Both I painted from the same can of paint (which was free but normally high-quality paint). I think it's the quality of paint I must use that gives me crummy results, rendering me hating to paint furniture. Read: I'm cheap.