Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The pantry that Pinterest could have built better: a reveal

 So you know, we moms, we sometimes have to fake it to make it, because it's just freaking hard to cover all your bases all the time. So we pretend we are what we want to be: the overly-crafting, perfectly sensory'd household, organic yet fun and spontaneous, and really realllllllly well dressed mom. With an organized home. Can't forget the organized home part.

On the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it-list item the only thing I maybe actually can pull off is the organized part. I probably look boring, but I love me some organized.

Anyway, I love our kitchen but I have to be honest in admitting that a great majority of our food is shoved, stacked, wedged into the pantry and designated shelves because we have no place to put it. Our pantry is small...tinier than a closet, and some of our shelves were sagging from the weight of the food. Since we coupon we tend to stock up and we really want to have an awesome food storage so we need a better place to store it all.

So where are you going with all of this, Concise Miller?

Well over Labor Day we redid the closet under our staircase. It wasn't being used for anything so it seemed like a great place to expand our pantry/food storage.







I like dark walls and I cannot lie. I like big shelves and I cannot lie. I like Nate Berkus rugs and I cannot lie. I like the new pantry and...yep I cannot lie.

We're still figuring out the organization part. We have learned not to put the glass spaghetti sauce jars on the bottom shelf. There was a very close call with a spaghetti sauce christening but thankfully a miracle interceded and there was no sauce on my rugs. (Thank you Saint Spaghetti!)

I do owe my child laborer's a big thank you for their tireless efforts spent in the throws of some big canned goods rearranging project of the "grocery store" (Rhett) and the constant taking of cans pineapple and green beans and making a trail up the stairs (Rad).

The cement boxes are actually planters that are holding all of Rhett's preschool goodies. Last year I tried just putting them all in a folder, but the folder turned into a disaster so the boxes seemed like a slightly more genius idea.

They looked a little flat so I cut some paint sticks and stuck them on with painter's tape and ta-da cement planters with paint sticks on them. Oooo....ahhh....


We do have one more wall (on the left) that in a few months we'll had a few more shelves to as well.


Okay! I'm finished.

Wait.

Can't forget the before.



Bow-chicka-blah-blah....

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Monday, September 8, 2014

herding, date night, and Kristi Yamaguchi

Jake's gone till late tonight and I've got a lot of insignificant stuff to say and the boys only want to talk about someone named Shauna (no idea who that is so we're going with imaginary friend...) and not listen to my ramble (don't blame them) so I'm blogging. It's like grocery shopping when when you're hungry. Dangerous.  So buckle up, exit out, or raise your hand if your name is Shauna.  



Who else feels like getting their kids from point A to B is like herding cats? Or some sort of terrorist negotiation. "I will only walk forward when promised a blue Icee and fully smudge your sunglasses when (not if) you give them too me."

It's like they've never used their legs before. We take three steps forward and the legs just don't know what to do next.

Move forward?
Sit down...no...?
Stare at the sky?
Comment on bird eating off the ground?
Try and pick up something unrecognizable from said ground?
Side step forward?
Cupid shuffle to the right?
Cupid shuffle to the left?
Beg to be carried?

Recently, on a trip to a local tumbling gym (surprised I didn't say Target or Chick-Fil-A? This old girl is learning new tricks) we were walking out and followed very s-l-o-w-l-y by a car driven by an idiot to our parking spot in a relatively empty parking lot where said idiot waited and waited and waited and waited as I loaded and buckled all two Miller children into their car seats...an event in and of itself. It somehow seems to take eternity X eternity to get everyone belted and content. So hopefully the wait was worth it, bizarro.

And you know that feeling when you pull into the driveway and you know that deeeeeeep breath you take before you have to get kids out of car seats and herd them inside while somehow propping the front door open and sprinting the groceries inside before one of the toddlers escapes down the driveway to the Never Never Land that is the neighbor's full of yard decorations yard? It's the worst right?

And to end this tangent, a quote from Rhett after a trip to the pediatrician that, "everyone was SO good...I didn't cry and Rad didn't cry and EVEN MOM didn't cry!!!" Fist bumps, fist pumps, and all.

Moving on.

Date night...

...where all your dreams come true, right Julia?

Right.

Although there were no victorian dresses or long flowing hair with us astride a mighty steed, maybe with the sun setting in the background, a la a trashy romance novel...it was f-f-f-ff-f-fff-f-f-u-u-u-u--uu-nn-n--n-nn-n-n-n.


 








We ate Nemo and all his friends. Sorry Pixar. 

Jake always asks why I take pictures of food and I think the answer is pretty obvious. So I can look at it while I eat Goldfish crackers for lunch. Solidarity for SAHMs with sub par lunch options right?

We hit up Happy Hour and got a little too happy with the half priced menu and some how ended up with 10 rolls of sushi, edamame and crab won tons. And 6098 calories later we are still happy sumos. 


^^^The most awkward lone-female-in-front-of-a-blue-wall-picture you will ever see. I told Jake he should compliment how long and thin my legs looked thanks to my Target wedges and he told me I look kind of like a graceful giraffe. Thanks. Good thing we're on this for the long haul honey. 

And lastly,


At church I have the awesome chance to work with the youth, which means chances like this ^^^ to seize all blades of glory and sequined dreams had by girls of the 90s who watched and envied Kristi Yamaguchi.

It's inevitably going to take till 2025 or 2040 to master skating backward, so I think I've missed my chance to grace the Olympic ice. But I'm never giving up on wearing a purple sequined leotard. Never. No really...it may be on my bucket list.





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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Jake the Great Birthday Boy






^^^ Doesn't that look appetizing? Scrumptious? Delectable? 


^^^ Pyrotechnics at 8AM 


^^^ Rad learned to blow out, non-lit candles. We are very very proud. 



^^^ The streamers al la boys with help from their bossy side kick...me.



^^^ The 3 creepy faces are all portraits of Jake created by our eldest. 

Happiest of birthdays to Jake the Great!

Happy birthday (the big 29!) to the forever funnest parent, father extraordinaire, and exceptionally wonderful husband.

Thank you for being the most outstanding husband to your crazy wife, the best dad to the craziest kids, and so devoted to trying to make everyone happy all while not going even a little bit crazy. We are the luckiest clan in all of the land to have you as our head honcho.

Now hurry home because the boys are very excited to open your presents and eat your cupcakes.

Love,
Your very favorite family

PS For your birthday I even created your own personal hashtag. #jakethegreat (I promise I'll go bigger next year for your 30th.)

PPS A few pictures from yesteryears. You've come a long was baby...a long way indeed. :)









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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Fashionisto(s)

I try real hard to be pretty flexible with letting the boys where what they want. Unless we have a tres tres chic social function like church to attend, I try to not let my left eye get to twitchy when they emerge with their clothing choice.

So.

We're hitting a real fashion high note over here.


^^^ Lean a little more to the left Rad and look a liiiiiitttle more unnatural. There. Perfect.


^^^ Smolder. 
      Smolder. 
      Still Smoldering. 

^^^ Some down the street neighbors were out walking their dog and caught us taking photos and I was more than a little embarrassed which (as Jake pointed out) is ridiculous because the photos are going to be seen by a little sliver of internet and are our non-friends going to all of a sudden cut ties? No.

^^^ I see so many cute babies/toddlers rocking the hat and looking so cute cute cute but in this situation I'll just stick with what I know: this is technically not a hat Rad. But technically you do look pretty cute. 

^^^ Hmm. I won't mince words and say I don't hate this outfit because I absolutely hate this outfit but by the time I realized how much I hated it...he refused to take it off for 48 whole hours. (Wearing the shirt backwards all 2880 minutes.)


^^^ Big boy underpants...big momma underpants...wants to wear all the time underpants. (These are a never before used pair from some I got after Rad was born. So yes it's weird, BUT it could be a whole lot weirder right?)


^^^ On the morning's safari. I should've fought the outfit harder but then what would our fellow store patrons have stared at? Nothing fun.
^^^ These were legit wear-to-preschool outfits. The Thor cape did stay home, but the Nemo hat made the cut. And he swears he can see fine when he wears the hat like that.
Fashion Police. Call me. 




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