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Meet Gumball
What a day. I feel like I got run over by a truck. I think I’m catching The Cold version 2.0. Why?!! This is sooo not cool. Stupid Park with all those sneezing kids.
I think today was a rough day because I’m on-fire-inspired to make pink kitty party stuff and my mind is not fully functioning on all the other tasks I need to do in a day.
I hauled Baby Bug with me all over town and out to lunch. A lunch out is fun for me but not necessarily 100% nutritious or fun for her. She can’t sit in her high chair for the seven million years that it takes for her to actually eat a full meal in a restaurant—mostly because I’m trapped there sitting next to her and I don’t have that much patience. Whereas at home, I can do other stuff while I wait for her—like wash the dishes and check my email. The other thing that makes restaurant lunches unproductive is that she’s taken to swiping her food off the table and onto the floor. This is such an annoying trick. I hear myself saying “no, baby no” over and over and I know I need to find a better way. My voice is just floating away in the breeze to never never land, never to be heard by anybody except the seething busboy who is hiding behind the flapping kitchen door cussing me out.
However, I think it’s good for Baby Bug to eat out. She needs to get used to it. I’ve been out with children before who never ate out and that was pure tortuous mayhem. I consider this training for both of us. I always leave a good tip on the table and I do the best job I can to scrape up all the spewed food from the floor in a five foot radius. This is tricky since usually by that time Baby Bug has no patience for sitting in the high chair any more and I have to hold her like a slimey food covered wiggling worm under one arm. Phew, just typing that makes me tired.
Anyway, I did find heat transfer paper and pillow stuffing and bells. I gave up on the squeaky toy idea. I’m going to put a little jingle bell inside instead. You can’t find squeaky squeeze balls anywhere… well, at least not where I looked and I didn’t really feel like paying $1.99 for dog toys. I need to remember that I did have a budget at one time. Wha? Budget? What’s that?
I’m dying to try the heat transfer paper tonight and whip up a sample pillow but my aching body says, no way Jose. So all you get is the digital file. Like the asterisk butt? I couldn’t resist.
g’night.
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paper and plastic!
Everybody wins! Phew! Who knew there were so many lurkers!!! Actually I did know. I do look at my stats obsessively now and then. But still! Yay! Wow. I feel like a blogebrity almost as big as my buddy, Whoorl. Heh. That’s just silly talk but I do feel special. Thank you everybody!
Now I feel nervous. Like I’m standing in front of a room full of people and I’ve just realized that not only am I standing there in my underwear (my ugly granny panties of course) but I’ve also shared my entire life, including all the ugly secrets with everybody in the room!!! Breath in, breath out.
Aaagh, it’s okay. What’s new?
Because everybody is so brilliant, I decided that the paper with a window cut-out was a pretty good idea. Rock on commenters! (and Kate who also called me with this idea) It’s sort of a lot of work but these are the things that make my world go round. I’ll just be cutting and taping and folding quietly like a mouse every night after Baby Bug goes to bed. I only have to make 30 of them right? Hey, what happened to my “small party”? I always over-do.
I also have another idea for the “baby-safe” party favor. I’m going to venture into the world of iron on transfer paper. Keri Smith did it, so maybe I can too. I’m going to make a little round “Gumball the Kitty” pillow and stuff it in the pink paper bag. I’ll make him the same color as the gumballs and maybe cut out a window so you can see him through the paper bag. Maybe I could make the bag look like a cat carrier.
Am I getting in too far over my head? Maybe I’m making too much work for myself. It seems like fun though. We’ll see how I maneuver around iron on transfer paper. I’ve heard that dry heat (no steam setting on your iron) is the key. It might be fun to put a crinkly cellophane inside or a squeak ball. Where do you buy squeaky squeeze balls anyway?
Phew! I need to go take a shower before the baby wakes up from her nap. I just wanted to pop in and give you the update and say thank you for all the lovely comments. I read every single one. No wonder the baby has mysterious scratches on her arms. I think I need to spend less time on the computer and more time paying attention to the baby. Being crafty/obsessive comment reader does not a good mom make.
Oh no! I hear somebody waking up. Arg. Guess I’ll be sporting the dirty pony tail bun again today.
