Riveting Stuff
First of all, I found this picture of Bailey on an old camera. Two things struck me about this picture. First, Addison is now wearing those clothes. Second, her hair situation was a bit interesting. I was so proud of her pigtails after her being bald for so long. Bless her heart. And mine.
Since we've been back from Texas, a whole year ago, our mattress has annoyed us. Maybe because of my back injury or I just got use to the bed in the house we lived in, but it was really getting to me. And Marc was complaining of his back hurting too after sleeping on it. So, after months of trying all sorts of things- a huge piece of wood from our crate under the matters (in-between the box springs and the mattress), wood slats, old pillows, etc we decided to get drastic.Marc woke up on day a few weeks ago and said "I have an idea" and proceeded to take apart our bed. I was a bit nervous, but actually if I'm being honest, his ideas usually work so I wasn't that worried. We figured out that since our base was from IKEA and our mattress was not, it wasn't a good fit together and it had caused our good mattress to kind of warp beyond repair. So we decided to do away with the springs and just kind of "drop" our mattress down into the space. We're just hoping to buy some time before having to buy a new mattress.
Here is Marc, removing the springs:
Exciting stuff isn't it?
At this point we "dropped" our mattress into the space and guess what? It didn't fit! The mattress was a bit longer than the base. So Marc said he would just take the end off. Well, alrighty then.
And now our mattress fits great. He's even so handy as to kind of reupholster the end of the bed! It's firmer now that it's just the wooden slats. Also, it's cheaper than buying a new bed.
And there you go! Our "new" bed!
It's a bit lower than it was obviously, so we are going to either chop those legs off our bar stools that we use for night-stands or save our pennies and buy some cheap ones from...IKEA, of course. We're classy!
The other day the girls were watching an art show called "Art Attack." It's a cute show but they always do these amazing crafts that either, a. I could never do or b. would make a huge mess and I am too OCD for that. This particular day they were talking about how you can just "face paint" on an old picture with markers. It was too quiet, so I should've known something was up, but a little while later Cerys came to me so proud of her newest piece of art!
Y'all, I tried to be so happy for her, but I was fighting tears. This picture of her and my Dad (Big Papa) was taken the night before we moved to Wales in 2007. We went to eat Mexican food of course as our last meal and Cerys was goofing off with Papa. (She was 2 years old). It's been her (and mine!) treasured possession for years. She keeps it in her "special drawer" (which is just a catch-all for anything she wants to keep). Well, after watching "Art Attack" she went up to her room and got this photo and now we have her face-painted art! As you can see, Papa is a "tigre" and she is a clown. When I said, "Oh Cerys..." while I was trying to find the words to say she jumped in and said "Oh, you're right, Papa needs more whiskers!" And ran off. I must be thankful this was only a photo and not on the wall. My mom likes to remind me that I drew a huge picture on my bedroom wall (or was it the hallway?) when I was 3 years old with her red lipstick. I guess sometimes we all get an "art attack!"