DIY Learning Tower

After a long, relaxing summer where we didn't tackle any major projects, we knocked one out yesterday. I've wanted a learning tower for some time, thinking it will help keep Harrison in the kitchen when I'm cooking, instead of stirring up trouble in the front room where I can't see him. I didn't, however, want to shell out $200.

If you haven't heard of a learning tower, you're not alone. I hadn't heard of one until going to a friend's house (Hi, MO!) and seeing one in her kitchen. Basically, it's an adjustable step stool on steroids. Here's the stock image for the "real" Learning Tower on Amazon. 


A Letter To My Husband (5 Years)


Happy October 15th, my love.

You just left for softball on our fifth wedding anniversary and just as I told you last week when you found out you had a game tonight, I'm not mad. After all, softball is a commitment, your team is counting on you and above all, the season is almost over. You told me that if I said the word, you'd skip the game but the way you honor your commitments is one of the 2,962,541 things I love about you. Lord knows I get more Matt than I can handle as soon as the season ends. Insert winky face here. 


A Letter To My Baby (18 Months)

Harr Bear is 18 months old!

Hi Harr Bear!

If I had any problem calling you a "toddler" up until this point, I better get over it because we're now closer to your second birthday than your first and that. is. crazy.


5 Reasons I Rushed You Off the Phone (Week from Hell)

Numbing Cream on a Toddler Hand

This week has been a little bit nuts for many reasons.

Matt's softball leagues are finishing up so with playoffs and rescheduled rain-outs, he spends a few nights out each week leaving me to handle The Bear on my own. After being with him all day, of course. Oy. We love catching the weekend games when we can, though. Harrison loves watching his daddy play and I love the way his little fingers curl around the chain link fence calling "Da-Da, Gul!" Don't worry, I pull his fingers off the fence when the batters are up. What kind of mother do you think I am?!


Tractor Spotting

Tractor Spotting

Yesterday, our town's DPW was out and about mowing some of the roadsides that get neglected. Read: Not our side of the road. They use a tractor with a mowing attachment to get 'er done so you know that it got the attention of one truck-loving toddler I know...

Harrison kept pointing at it as we moved from window to window and eventually, it moved out of sight. Imagine our surprise when we went out to get the mail and found the tractor sidelined.


Boo, Vandalism.

Mailbox Baseball

Vandalism sucks. It just does. When it happens to someone you know, it really sucks. When it happens to you and you have an innocent sleeping child 100 yards from the act, it really, really sucks and it's making me see red all over.


Pal Packs <3

It may be barely August but I wanted to thank LLBean for officially kicking off my Christmas shopping with their RIDICULOUS "Bean's Pal Packs." Super ridiculous. I was in the Danbury, CT store earlier today and I still can't get over this...


Watermelon Delight

Dear Watermelon

Harrison has been digging watermelon lately and what's not to love? Sweet, packed with water (shocker!) and easy to eat. Sure, it's a bit messy and sticky, but I think he prefers it that way. Even if he goes for the rind first. 


Baby Bird Love

Beautiful Hanging Basket

One of my very first posts way back in the day was about how I was a "casual bird glancer." More on that here. Basically, I received a bird feeder and just like that, I became sort of obsessed. I loved watching them come and go and I loved seeing the variety of birds that passed through my yard. I have to find that feeder and get it back up because I think Harrison would like to watch them, too.

Matt got me some gorgeous hanging planters for Mother's Day this year and I had no idea they'd be a preferred spot for a Red Finch to make a nest. 


A Letter To My Baby (15 Months)

Spray Park Fun!

Dearest Harr Bear, 

It's been three months since your last letter. Although the first twelve months went by at a(n) (unusually) reasonable pace for your old Mama, the last three months have not. It feels like you're positively rocketing into toddler-dom but that's okay. We're having the time of our lives and soaking it all in. I can't believe how you've changed.