A Place for All Those Little Pieces

Toy Sack
At Atti’s birthday party a couple of months ago, he got a bunch of really cool presents that have been sitting stacked in their boxes in the corner of the room ever since. We’d pull them out to play with them, and then I’d put everything back in the giant cardboard box so that the little pieces didn’t end up lost under couches, or mixed up with other toys, or, and this is the most likely, swiped by kitties looking for something to bat around.

But those cardboard boxes were just not cute, and started to discourage us from even playing with the toys at all. It was time to come up with a way to keep things together, that didn’t involve making my house look like the stockroom of a Toys R Us. These little linen sacks are cute to look at, and are the simplest things to make, ever.

Toy Sack Step 1

Fold a piece of fabric in half and cut so that it’s big enough to fit all the little pieces you want to put inside it. Be generous here, better too big than too small.

Toy Sack Step 2
I drew a little image to identify what was going to be in the bag, and cut it out of another fabric. Clip art is another great resource for this. Iron it onto fusible web, and then iron it in place on what will become the front of the bag.

Toy Sack Step 3
The fusible web gets it good and stuck, so it’s tempting to stop there, but it will eventually peel up if you don’t secure the edges somehow. For this bag I used a glitter fabric glue since it was absolutely the easiest thing ever.

Toy Sack Step 3.5
I also tried treating it as a regular applique and doing a zig zag stitch around it, but my machine hated the cheap fabric I was using so I gave up after one attempt. But long term readers know how obsessed I am with applique, so if I wasn’t making this on a bad allergy/low patience day, I totally would have gone this route.

Toy Sack Step 4
The super cheap fabric I was using was a fraying nightmare, so I made sure to zig zag all four sides. Then sew the sides up to make your bag shape.

Toy Sack Step 5
Since I was going for easy as possible, I made a really simple drawstring closure. Fold the top in towards the center about 3/4″ and sew down, leaving a gap open at each side.

Toy Sack Step 6
Then thread a ribbon through the casing and tie a knot to secure it.

A sack for all the little pieces
I remember my dad getting so mad at my sisters and me for how messy our room was, and going through our toybox unearthing lost treasures I’d been looking for for ages. This way, maybe those pieces have a fighting chance of staying together. Now Atti can just look at the front of the bag to see what toys go where, we pull the string and toss the bag in the toybox, and then it’s all ready to be played with the next time.

2011 Year of Pleasures #16

Sheep Game

Atti’s still on Spring Break and all he wants to do is sit on my lap while I play this silly PC game. It’s one of those games where you try to accomplish all the tasks before time runs out, and this one is on a farm. There are all kinds of silly noises if you do something you’re not supposed to do, if the animals run out of food, if a bear attacks an animal, and Atti thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

When I got him out of bed this morning the first thing he said to me was, “Sheep game?”

I feel like the laziest time waster ever, but then I have to remind myself, I am playing with my son. It might not be blocks and bikes like other kids, but this is what my little guy wants, so this counts.

Spring Break!

Spring Break!

Atti gets three whole weeks off of school starting today. Three whole weeks where I get him all back to myself and we can sleep in and snuggle and the only place I have to go is a couple of trips to therapy.

On top of that, Spring is here and it is glorious. The roses are blooming, hummingbirds are flitting about, the mint plant is sprouting new leaves every day, and the sky is a rich powerful blue. Today Atti and I went outside for a little while, and he was in heaven. I thought it was still a little bit cold and wanted to go back inside for a few hours, but Atti wouldn’t hear it. I could only get him back inside with the promise of cheerios.

snuggle
I have been missing my best little friend like crazy with all the time he’s been away from me. I plan on being totally greedy with him. The poor kid is going to be so sick of me he’ll be begging to go back to school by the time this break is over.

Vinyl Splashmat

Vinyl Splashmat
3 years into Atti’s little life, and I’m just now addressing the mess he makes at food time. A mess so great that we can never dream of eating together at our dining table, lest we want our carpet to be covered in a dense matting of crushed cheerios and cast off pieces of fruit. Which means that Atti usually eats in the middle of the kitchen, marooned on an island surrounded by linoleum.

I’d seen these vinyl splashmats in fancy kid catalogs, but rolled my eyes at them. I do that with a lot of stuff people try to sell moms – stuff that maybe could solve a problem that’s not really a problem, or will only be a problem for a few months until the kid grows into a new skill. But, my kid has reason to take his time at developing those skills, so it was time to put my eyes back in my head and recognize that this might actually have a point.

Vinyl Splashmat Tutorial Step 1
I bought 2 1/2 yards of the main colored vinyl, and 1/2 a yard of a contrasting vinyl for the binding. I knew I wanted it to be roughly square, so I folded the main vinyl in half and then cut it to the size that would work for my high chair.

Vinyl Splashmat Tutorial Step 2
The vinyl can be a little tricky to work with, so with the wrong sides of the font and back together, I zig zagged the edges. This keeps things in place as you’re trying to attach the binding.

Vinyl Splashmat Tutorial Step 3
I cut the contrasting vinyl into 3″ wide strips, and sewed it on just like quilt binding. Here’s a great tutorial for that. Once you have the binding sewed on to the front, bend it over to the back and pin in place. I used bobby pins to hold it down so that I didn’t make holes in the vinyl. If you pin it so that the binding covers the seam line on the back, then you can sew the binding shut on the machine by carefully sewing on the seam again. Sometimes, just to make sure I catch that back, I’ll sew a line on just the very edge of the binding on the front. This secures the binding on the back, but also adds a little look of topstitching on the front.

If your child will master eating within a short enough time frame to make all this work excessive, you could skip the binding and stop with a zig zagged edge. Actually, you could just lay down one piece of vinyl and not even worry about the back or the edge. But since this will most likely be a part of our lives for the next few years, I wanted to make it as nice as possible. Before it gets covered in so many crushed cheerios and cast off fruit that it becomes unrecognizable.

Artist(ish)

Artwork on the refridgerator

I feel like I’ve reached another real milestone by having artwork hanging on my fridge. I try to tell myself that it counts, cause it has Atti’s name on it and came from school, but knowing Atti I imagine that I’m really revering the artwork of a very patient teacher’s aid.

No matter how much I beg or plead, Atti has absolutely no interest in doing any artwork. I think it stems from his vision issues, and I’m hoping that we can resolve that as I keep being assertive about his eye care, but right now I’m not sure that he can see items on the page very well.

Plus he would have to hold a pencil or crayon or something, and this little stubborn-nose kid will not do anything just because you want him to, so I haven’t been successful in just teaching him to perform it as a rote task.

In his classroom, artwork is a big deal. They make something every single day, and I’m hoping that as he sees all the other kids doing it, he’ll decide to play along, but it is a big ol’ knife in my heart as I make one thing after the other and have him turn his nose up at me. I buy him crayons and markers and beautiful art supplies, only to have him drop them to the ground one by one and then put the paper in his mouth.

Artist

Until he decides to cooperate, I’m getting way too excited by a little paint on his shirt. It means that his hands were actually in the same vicinity as the paintbrush, so maybe he’ll figure it out one of these days.

Lunch date

Date with my special little guy

School has been pretty great for both of us, but I do have some neglected momma feelings. Atti’s still not talking fluently, so when I pick him up from school he can’t really tell me about his day. Then we get home and only have a little time together before nap time, and in the evenings I have to share him with Bear. It’s so exciting to see him blossom out into the world, but I do miss my best baby friend.

The other day Atti and I stopped at a coffee shop after school for a treat. I was hoping I could get him a cookie to eat while I took some time with my hot chocolate, but they didn’t have any. So I bought us a pastry oozing with whipped cream and strawberries, and we dug into it with our hands and raised a cloud of powdered sugar around us.

My hot chocolate got cold, but I was having too much fun making a mess with my favorite little buddy. Maybe having a little less time with him during the day will force me to really be present for the time we do have.

Atti Loves School!

Atti Loves School!

Atti came through his surgery like a champ. It went way way easier than any of us expected and he got away with just a little cut through the skin, a couple of stitches, followed up with a band aid and some tylenol. Way better than the cutting through muscle and organ and several days of immobility we were expecting. Once we got out of the hospital he really didn’t complain at all.

In the hospital was a little different though. He fought those nurses with all his might, refusing to wear the scrub cap, nearly ripping off his id bracelet, and when I was allowed into the recovery room I found him screaming and crying so hard he was nearly hyperventilating. As soon as he saw me he started shouting, “Bye! Bye! Bye!” to the nurses, like, “I’m outta here, chumps!”

Thinking that his surgery was going to be far more invasive, I canceled his therapy this week and warned his teacher he might not make it back right away. I think even if he had been hurting, Atti wouldn’t have let me keep him home. He loves school with all his little heart. Every morning when I wake him up and tell him it’s time to go to school he stretches his arms over his head and shouts, “YEAH!”

I’m mostly loving Atti going to school to. The first couple of weeks were a rough transition as I paced around the house or wasted time on the internet until it was time to go and snap him up. But now that I’m getting used to the routine I’m really enjoying the structure it’s giving me. I like that I’m getting dressed every day, I like that I’m getting a schedule of my own that doesn’t revolve entirely around the moods of a little tyrant, I like that I have some time to work that I don’t have to feel a trace of guilt about.

It’s also made me a lot more productive. Depending on the task for the day, I can spend Atti’s school time working, go pick him up and then do lunch and a household chore, put him down for a nap and some writing time, and then wake him up in time to start dinner. When I was with him all day long I could fit in maybe two of those things, but certainly not all of them. It’s kind of amazing.

But best of all, I now have a little bit of time to go out into the world by myself. I can run a few errands here and there that I’ve been avoiding for ages because it wasn’t convenient to take a big stroller or take time away from family. It just so happens that most of these errands end up being a visit to a craft store. It’s been great for my soul, but not so great for my wallet.

Rocked out

Rocked out

The last couple of weeks have been another marathon of doctor’s appointments as we finally got the medical records issue sorted – kind of – and visited Atti’s pediatrician. He is. AMAZING. Staying late to meet with us, cheering me on to be Atti’s advocate with the schools, being proactive in all the ways I’d hoped he’d be (referrals) but easy going in the other ways I’d like him to be (antibiotics).

But the pediatrician being totally on the ball means that I have to step up my game too as we drove from one end of the Bay Area to the other end of the Central Valley meeting with specialists and spending hours and hours in the pharmacy waiting for medications.

One of the specialists was a pediatric ophthalmologist who recommended we start patching Atti’s eye again and have another surgery by the end of the year. This time, though, I’m not even going to attempt to use patches and instead we’re jumping straight ahead to using dilating drops to accomplish the same task.

Then we saw the urologist, who felt Atti up and then rushed us – efficiently, not panicked – right to his surgery scheduler. Tomorrow Atti has to go in for surgery on his boy parts. Nothing alarming, just a regular hazard of being a baby boy and things not dropping when they’re supposed to, but something we have to take care of before he gets any bigger and it turns into something to be alarmed about.

This has all been exhausting. Looks like Atti will have two surgeries this year, but hey, he made it through his whole second year without one. He’s due.

Atti’s surgery starts at 7am tomorrow morning and then I imagine I’ll have my hands full with a very cranky little boy, so I’ll catch up with you all here Monday morning. Be well friends, and may all your boy and girl parts be just where they’re supposed to be.

My brave little toaster

Atti is obsessed, seriously, obsessed, with this toy he got for his birthday last year. From the time he wakes up until the time we finally pry him off of it for bed, all he wants to do is play on his turtle toy, jumping, singing along to the songs it plays, and drooling all over the handle.

Fat lip

The other day he got bouncing so hard he flipped the whole thing forward and landed directly on his face. He started screaming, Bear and I were freaking out that he was hurt or that he be scarred for life. We cleaned up the blood from his lip and he still wouldn’t calm down. Snuggles, singing, nothing would stop him from screaming. Finally we made out one word through the tears.

“Turtle?”

He was just mad he wasn’t back on the thing.

A little bashed in face and bloody lip isn’t going to slow this guy down, he’s got turtle’s to ride.

Hair cut

Haircut grin

You may have noticed from the pictures around here lately that I may have let my little guy’s hair get a little on the shaggy side. Maybe.

I can’t help it, from the time he was a tiny crazy mohawk growing dude, his hair has been one of his most irresistible features. Whenever people meet him, the first thing they do is run their hands through his hair. Nobody can help themselves.

Haircut love

But, he’s going to school every day now and has to look respectable, so no more little ragamuffin boys. I’m still leaving it as long as I can without it hanging in his eyes or looking like a mullet, he is a little rocker after all, and it would just be unfair to deprive the world of the cuteness this crazy messy hair provides.