Davy getting out of going to bed for a few minutes so he could talk to Grandma. Here he was saying, "Grandma, do you see me standing on one leg like a flamingo?"
I hesitate putting this out there, because people will think we're even more destitute and weird than we really are . . . We are about to transition the boys to a bunk bed (of sorts--the lowest one I could find was
from IKEA where the bottom is literally on the ground, so the top is only about three feet up. Eddy will be on the lower bunk so rolling won't be an issue for him, and I wanted a low mattress for Davy so there would be a ledge around him to prevent his rolling as well). I was in the market for a memory-foam type mattress, but the toilet fiasco a few weeks ago made it hard for me to think of spending that kind of money. I spotted a remarkably clean and smell-free futon on trash day, and figured that even though it was too big I should be able to cut off what I didn't need. Collin thought I was crazy, as I'm sure most of ya'll do. But it was actually really fun finding out what is in a futon! It's one gigantic, multi-layered sandwich of alternating foam and heavy-duty batting. Just in case you were curious. My awesome scissors cut the stuffing and then I sewed up the side and
voila, a twin mattress that will be flat enough for Davy to be safe from rolling and comfy enough to sleep on. So that was was our DIY crazy craft project for the week, but probably one that won't go viral on Pinterest!
And some quick cutie shots of the boys from a spontaneous photo session. I finally, after several tries, have found a good place in our house to create a make-shift "studio." Right in front of our fireplace is the perfect place to hang a background sheet and get access to enough light from the windows (but only between the hour of 2:00 to 3:00 (at least in the winter)) to get some decent pictures inside. I was in such a hurry to get the light before it left that I grabbed the top sheet off our bed without ironing it. And I didn't realize until half way through that Edward was in the same sweater as the other "one year pictures," had a big ole' bruise on his cheek and hadn't had his face washed after lunch . . . Ah, well. Regardless, here are a few keepers: