Germ Playground: And My Child's Playroom of Choice....

The Bathroom. Our Bathroom. [Yes that is a washer in the bathroom. Dryer is the kitchen. Shut up.] I don't know what secret appeal this room holds for Elena. Perhaps it's the apparently never-ending roll of toilet paper, the porcelain bowl with water [which I have so far succeeded in keeping her from], or the cords from my hair dryer and straightener. Or perhaps daytime makes her reminiscent of her fun night-time baths, and she likes to relive the moments and memories. But I cannot keep her from this room. Seriously. It's ridiculous. She's even learned to open the door if it's not perfectly latched shut.

She saw a window (or "Door" rather) of opportunity, and raced to take advantage. I always know when she's headed for the bathroom because she starts crawling much faster.

The tub makes for good support so she can dance and dance. [aka, squat up and down quickly]

Waving to me. And I think she seems just a bit smug about having gotten to her favorite destination without being intercepted.

And no, we don't normally keep the Toilet Paper unraveled like that. Courtesy of Elena.

The down squat part of the dance....

Mobile Baby = Bad Mommy

I let Elena crawl off the bed two days in a row. I. feel. AWFUL.

I'm going to be SO CRAFTY!!!!

..... eventually, that is. For Christmas honeyman's parents gave all their married children a sewing machine. I'm sorry. The term "sewing machine" is an insult for what they gave us. "Miracle worker" would be more adequate in my case. This thing is AMAZING! It embroiders for you. Yes that's right - embroiders! And if you want to sew something with buttons? Well all you have to do is put the button in the machine, it measures how big it is, and sews a button hole to fit the button - by itself! AWESOME!!! It has a digital touch screen. And a whole lot of other totally awesome features that I haven't discovered yet because, well, the craft gods know I'm an impostor, so they sabotaged  me.



I was so psyched to get this machine home and start working domestic wonders with it. I planned to take total credit for all of the work the "Miracle Worker Sewing Machine" does by itself, and I was completely ready to not-so-humbly show off my projects and listen to the compliments roll in. I decided to start with something simple, a changing table pad cover. We only have one, and I want another one for when baby poops on the first. So I found a tutorial online (I will share when I have the finished product), got my tools, cute out the fabric, pinned it, and took it to the sewing machine. And the sewing machine... we'll call it Hera. Because it's so amazing it really is a goddess in sewing machine world, but Hera was also a jealous woman, and this machine seems to realize that it got placed with someone who will probably never learn to do all its talents justice. Hera wishes she'd been placed with one of my more apt sisters-in-law. So Hera, frowned on me. My one spool of white thread was faulty. For some reason, it had three loose strings instead of just one, and two of those strings unraveled in the opposite direction of the one, so every time I tried to sew with it, the one string would get caught in the two, and get stuck. 


And that is the end of my experience with Hera. I plan to buy new thread tomorrow, so hopefully I can figure it out after that. Plus, Hera came with free sewing lessons (something that yours truly could desperately use). So I also plan to call tomorrow and set up an appointment. Pictures of my amazing craft conquers to come soon! First I have to figure out how to apologize to Hera.....