impromptu art

Would you believe me if I told you that there was once a time when Piggle was a helpless, little squirt? One who didn’t  or paint my walls with ? That’s right! As shocking as it may be, I once had an itty, bitty baby who couldn’t tell me “NO” and didn’t destroy the house in a matter of milliseconds! Need proof?

See? There was no way I would have considered selling him the circus looking like this! I also never envisioned this weenie thing could hold a conversation and pour his own glass of milk.

Fast-forward two years, though, and here we are, using metal utensils and singing our ABCs.

It is astounding to me how quickly time has flown. I’ve always heard veteran parents warn us rookies about babies growing up at warp-speed, but until yesterday, it never really meant anything. Now, of course, I’m a blubbering mess, and every baby-Piggle photo brings on a new wave of hysterical tears.

I still can’t grasp that my little guy is a big boy now. Peeing on the potty, telling me what he wants to eat (which is always peanut butter toast), and actually understanding the world around him. It’s all too much! I wish I’d listened to those seasoned moms who told me to cherish the tiny years. Sure, I took my share of pictures and I have many wonderful memories of his brief time as a baby, but I still feel like I missed it all because it was over in the blink of an eye. One minute, I was begging him to sleep through the night or just cut those damn teeth already, and the next, I’m stopping him from launching himself face-first off a jungle gym and explaining why the sky is blue.

In the few weeks leading up to his second birthday, I did a fair bit of reminiscing. In that time, I came to the realization that, as sad as it is to lose my baby, I much prefer the age he is now. Sure, I can’t stand the tantrums, and if he tells me ‘No’ one more time, I may check myself into an asylum, but all in all, he’s way more fun. He’s less of a drooling alien and more of a human being that I can share my life with.

Of course, I’m still mourning the end of the first chapter, but I am really excited for the next one to begin.

We didn’t really celebrate his birthday in high-style this year. While I would have loved to throw a huge party to ring in this new era in our lives, it just wasn’t possible. Not only because I have turned into a lazy, pregnant sea slug, but because money is tight. I didn’t need the stress of planning a  Hollywood-worthy shebang, and really, I don’t think he would have enjoyed it as much anyway. At this age, I think the elaborate parties are just for the parents. If Piggle is content eating a handful of mud, I doubt matching balloons would have made the day any more special.

Instead of shelling out the big bucks, I set a budget of $40. I could have easily spent more, but I wanted to test my creativity. Plus, Piggle already has half of Toys R Us in his playroom (and all over the rest of my house), so he didn’t need much in the way of gifts anyway. We ended up getting him a few new coloring books, a pad of newspaper print, a book about dump trucks, and some markers.   He was thrilled with it!

I don’t think you can consider what we did a ‘party’ in the real sense of the word. There was no formality or schedule to it, and the only people in attendance were Husband, myself, my two younger cousins (Piggle’s favorite people on earth), and my aunt and uncle. It was actually kind of perfect. He would have been overwhelmed with any more people, and we don’t have many youngsters in the family, so he’d have been bored with all of us old farts milling about.

The boys had a blast playing in the backyard with a few balloons while I got the cake put together. Initially, I’d planned to have the grocery store make it for me because I’m really not creative and I envisioned a pile of burnt crumbs on a plate. With my budget in mind, though, it wasn’t possible to shortcut the cake by having someone else decorate it. They wanted $35 for a plain cake with a couple of cheap toys on top. Yeah, right. It wasn’t even that nice! There was no way I was dropping that kind of cash on something I could potentially make better.

As I mentioned, I was really afraid of burning a homemade cake to ash, so I did end up buying a pre-made bakery cake (on sale), but I decorated the shit out of it, and my version of it was worth the insane price they were charging at the store. I am ridiculously proud of my accomplishment! It only cost me $20-ish to make (including the cost of the cake itself), and it looked badass! Seriously, someone should hire me to do this for a living!

I took this:

Excuse the blurriness—I may or may not have had chocolate icing on my fingers when handling the camera…

And turned it into this:

Didn’t I tell you?! My cake decorating skills take badass-ery to a whole new level! It was friggen delicious, too!

I can’t take all the credit for this because I did come across the idea on , but mine looks way better than the original post I saw—probably because I didn’t bake it myself. I never actually went to the website, so I had to make a guess as to what the original had for toppings, but I think I made out alright!

For those interested in replicating the awesomeness that is my cake, here’s what I used:

The cake was $14.99. All of the extra toppings were bought at a bulk store and came up to $4.06. The excavator-thingy was $6.95 at Walmart. So my total was just over $20 , but I didn’t really count the toy in the equation because it doubled as a gift. Either way, this was way more worth the money than the grocery store version

All in all, Piggle turning two wasn’t as traumatic as my hormones made it out to seem, and I really am looking forward to the adventures we’ll have now that he’s older. I still miss my wee baby sometimes, but hey, in a few weeks, I’ll have a new squishy to love on, and I can cry about her getting too old too quickly, too!


I don’t want to jinx anything, but for the past few days, I’ve felt almost great! I’m needing less and less coffee to get through my morning, and I can actually form a coherent thought. If this energy-boost is pregnancy related, though, I feel cheated! I’m halfway through my second trimester. Those idiot-books say the fatigue goes away around 14 weeks. BULL! I’ve been dragging ass for five months now, and I’m only just starting to snap out of it. That said, there finally seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel!

With my new-found stamina, I’ve managed to get a few light chores done around here. I know, I know, bed rest. Blah blah. Point is, my toilets were starting to attract wildlife, and my carpets had a three-foot layer of dust/debris. It couldn’t be put off anymore. Motivation or not, though, there will always be the issue of having a curious, grabby toddler underfoot, making any chore much more difficult than it should be.

And so entered my lovely Pinterest collection:

I apologize for the blurriness. The boy doesn’t tend to stay still long enough for decent photos.

Anyway, brilliant-idea-that-I-didn’t-come-up-with-#-2: Dish of baking soda and vinegar with food coloring.


Now, the few Pins I’ve seen for this little science experiment have shown kids using eye droppers and other similar implements. I didn’t have one, so Piggle had to settle for a spoon.

Obviously, that wasn’t good enough for him.

Now, I promised in my last post (if you missed it, click ) that I would post every Pin I try; whether it worked out or not. So here’s the truth: This was almost a failure. While the concept is brilliant, Piggle just doesn’t have the patience for such things. Dribbling bits of liquid into a dish is not his idea of a good time. In fact, the three pictures above were taken within less than two minutes of each other. I was ready to give up on my housekeeping attempt until I remembered that, while he may not be a patient kid, he is a boy, and boys love mess.

And that’s exactly what we found ourselves with!

And then it hit me! Why not hone his creativity even further…

By adding paper and brushes to the mix!

That was all me! No Pinterest involved in that brainwave! Aren’t you proud?!

And hands! Can’t forget hands!

Or hair.

We also had a taste—not a fan.

All in all, he had a blast, my floors got vacuumed, and my toilets were rid of possible critter-invasions. The towels even managed to come out unscathed!

Our only drawback to improvising with our tools was this:

But a few hand-washes and a 2-hour bath took care of that.

I am loving this new energy-boost! It’s also been so much fun to see Piggle explore all the new things I’ve exposed him to!

Stay tuned for more Piggle-Pin-Projects!


Seven o’clock in the morning: the usual Piggle wake-time. Generally speaking, our mornings are fairly routine. Breakfast, poop, play, snack, poop….you get the point.

I thrive on schedules and ordered chaos. I don’t like when a wrench is thrown into my otherwise monotonous day. Now that I think about it, though, I probably should just toss out my to-do lists and agenda. As we all know, luck is never on my side. This morning is a perfect example of this.

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