

This is one of my favorites. I made an easel for the kids to paint on. They loved it and wanted to paint everyday. All it is is a cardboard house with old ice trays.
A bow pen, ribbon note pad, and a tote bag. I used some Mod Podge to glue a piece of fabric to the outside of the notebook. Then I tied cute ribbons onto the spiral binding. This is the cheap $.10 notebook that Wal-mart sells during the school season. It has 3 holes on also, so I glued a piece of white paper to the book before the piece of fabric. Lastly I glued a chipboard letter on the front.
And just in case you missed it the first time, my poem about being a mom. It is written in "spoken word format":
Mother I Am:
Here I stand in a place where diapers and wipes are an everyday reality. My coach bag that was once filled with high hopes and unending dreams is now stuffed with a four year olds screams and a sippy cup filled to the brim with "mommy can I" and "she won't leave me alone".
Yet I drudge on. Trying to find that one sock that was stuffed with cheerios and dirty diapers that just didn't make it in time into the trash can. And if I'd gotten that extra hour of sleep that my four year old promised he'd give me....like the unidentifiable rash that lurks in my ash tray, like old cigarettes butts accidentally knocked to the floor by a 2 year old rage and wrath.....inside the bath tub that carries the ring that I so desperately needed from the man that carries the other half of my heart.
Traveling through the kingdom of unwashed clothes and wiping dirty noses, I come to the realization that one day this will no longer be. I will look back and smile the smile of the cheshire cat and poke my chest out really far while gazing into the distance of long gone trips to the potty when he just wanted to sit and multiple details for my car when she just couldn't help but to get sick. When Power Rangers held the key to momentary happiness and bliss all sealed together with one single kiss.....Mother I am.
This is a poem that I wrote sometime after becoming a mom. I was 20 something and had just had a baby boy, my last child. I was on a small dose of an antidepressant and trying to find my way through postpardum depression from my second pregnancy. I'm glad that I chose to pick up a pencil. The original poem had no periods, commas, or quotaton. Just pieced together like floetry
**This and all of my work is protected under the Digital Millinnium Act of 2008**









And then it was the first day of KINDERGARTEN for Jon!!

I did get to make something! I made Jon a nap mat cover from the left over Cars fabric, some extra soft minky fabric and a fleece blanket.










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