Parent’s Night Out

Admittedly, my husband and I do not do a whole lot of traipsing around together into the night like we used to. 

Babysitters are expensive. So we often trade off turns staying home with our sleeping child while the other goes out and catches up with friends. As an alternative, many plans these days involve other parents and children of similar ages, so it’s pretty commonly understood that we all need to head home by 7pm.
That’s just how our life has evolved over the past few years. 

Finished a blanket for a friend’s baby this last week… it’s heavy on the single crochet, but I think it was a little tight and might have seemed softer (and faster to do) in half double crochet…

But this last Saturday… we had a wedding to attend. And we had a child sleeping over at my mother-in-law’s house. So. We were 100% free to go wherever the night took us. Whatever we wanted to do. For however late we felt like being out.
We opted out of the after party, mostly because I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been out past 10pm this year. Honestly, I do not regret that decision.

Mr. Lion approved of the addition of fringe- a new look for my stuff.

Because we got up early.
We got up at 6am. On our own. On a Sunday. To go to Menards and pick out landscaping-related items.
So there we were at Menards by 7am, considering what kind of mulch to spread in the front yard. 
We went with a natural cedar, if you’re that interested. We also picked up some nice LEDs for our bedroom lights. 

I missed a bobble and didn’t realize it until another 10ish rows in… decided to leave the imperfection in because what in life is ever that perfect anyway?

And then we went out to breakfast. Not brunch, as the younger crowd is so fancy on, but breakfast with the 60 and up crowd. We discussed the decrease in quality of this particular place’s hash browns and created a grocery shopping list. 
Because this is 34.
And I kind of love it. Minus the hash browns. 
They really were that bad. 


P.S. You can find the blanket pattern by Daisy Farm Crafts here.

Average Adulting: A Review

Oh hello, it’s been a bit since I’ve popped in. Things have gotten busy. Both Bailey and I seem to have overlapping busy seasons, so….

It happens.

I should have expected it. I’ve always seen adults as I was growing up who were busy. They seemed stressed. They had a lot to do and never enough time to do it.

I never thought about how that would apply to me when I reached their age. Perhaps I just thought they had poor time management skills. Or it just didn’t sink in that I would be in a similar situation one day.

But here we are.

Sometimes I review how things are going for me as an adult/parent. All in all, I do ok. I put in a solid effort. Like I said, ok. So I thought I’d share my most recent observations on Amy as an adult. Here they are with no logical structure whatsoever:

1.       I have become a playground expert because we do not want to spend money on things when my child has the attention span of a goldfish some days. We once visited four playgrounds in one day. FOUR. There are probably 20 in the area that we’ve been to over the last year. And believe it or not, strategy is involved. Ask me about the importance of slides draining properly when it’s 6:30am and your kid wants to take a walk to the playground and everything is still covered in morning dew.

Slide fail. He still has no fear. One of the many reasons i love him.

2.       Weekday wine doesn’t have to be for something special. It can just be to congratulate yourself for surviving the day.

3.       I’m turning into my mother. Furthermore, I’m turning into my mother and I’m not particularly upset about it. The jury is still out how my husband feels about this recent development, but he and my mom get along well, so that’s a positive sign.

4.       Potty training hasn’t even truly started but I can already tell it’s going to scar all parties involved for life. We’re considering the “weekend from hell” method. We’re scheduling time to clean our carpets the following weekend.

5.       I hate cooking. Like really hate it. I’m lucky it’s 2019, because I’m pretty sure 60 years ago this would have kept me from ever finding anyone to consider me a desirable mate. As a side note, this is one way I am not like my mother.

6.       Having a vitamin D deficiency can really mess a person up. I now take a daily vitamin D supplement on top of a multi and am researching vitamin D light boxes for next winter. Seriously, guys. I can look back now and recognize the slow descent into feeling bad with no seemingly logical explanation for months. Takes just as long to climb out of it. Take your vitamins.

7.       I get daily reports from daycare about my kid and so I also get daily feelings of envy as I review my child’s nap report.

8.       Aimless lego stacking has become an important part of my work on my mental well-being. Crochet is clearly my primary method of destressing, but legos are a close second that have the double benefit of being an activity I can share with my child.

So there you have it. Some wisdom (or perhaps just a “heads up”?) you didn’t ask for.

Thank goodness for crochet, wine and legos, amiright?


Things I never thought I would do…

There are quite a few things about being an adult that took me by surprise. Or really, I knew these things existed, but I always thought to myself, “I’ll never be that person… no way”.

Which is hilarious. Because I am SO that person. Those fantasies I had about being a carefree, fun-loving, “cool” adult? Out the window.

As further evidence:

1. The emptier the drinking establishment, the happier I am. Back in college, if a bar was only half full when walking in, I would have immediately walked back out and hailed a cab to the next place. Now, I just really don’t like socializing with people I don’t know. Or rubbing shoulders with them. Or sitting within close proximity of them.

It’s possible this is why I’ve become such a homebody. I just don’t like new people that much. Even on New Years Eve, my parents were in town and offered to stay in while Henry was sleeping so my husband and I could go out. Kyle and I decided that sounded way too exhausting and went to the grocery store instead. I don’t regret it.

Crochet = homebody activity to the extreme

2. I never thought I’d get so angry over how dishes are stacked in a dishwasher. Do you have any idea how many debates my husband and I have had over this issue? He thinks I stack too closely and dishes can’t get cleaned. I think he stacks irresponsibly and we’re wasting water and electricity because he doesn’t stack dishes close enough. I have been known to secretly restack before starting the cycle. Because this is who I am now.

And don’t even get me started on the pre-rinse debate. (Seriously, what is the point of a dishwasher if I have to pre-rinse every dish? Sounds to me like the dishwasher needs to be replaced, not that I’m crazy for not thinking it’s required…)

3. Spend so much time worrying about paint colors. This last fall, we did some updates to our family room, which included repainting the entire room. We essentially repainted it a cream color.

Do you know how many shades of the color “cream” I looked at?

At least 50. I forced a friend to come over after narrowing it down to 10 to help me choose. Even now I look at the walls and think “perhaps we could have gone one shade darker”.

These are the things keeping me up at night.

4. Ask for a vacuum for my birthday.

I don’t even feel like I need to explain further. It’s too embarrassing. But at the same time, it’s a really nice vacuum. As a dog owner, this is critical.

I digress….

Honestly, there is more, but I’m just too worked up after talking about the first four things that I cannot deal with talking about the rest. We can revisit at a later date.

UGH. Even saying “we can revisit at a later date” is SO LAME. WHAT HAVE I BECOME?

I can’t.


– Amy