The Happyish Homestead

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Holidays at the Homestead

Which is what I’m calling this Hallmark movie, I mean, post.

Doesn’t it sound so romantic?

And not like there’s been rain, rain, sickness, rain, crying and broken ornamnets?

See?

I am a great marketer.

There’s an excessive amount of pictures, cuz {don’t tell my grandma I use that word, or still have terrible posture}I don’t know if you heard…

BUT I GOT A NEW CAMERA!!!

So…

I’ve been trying it out.

I naively thought I’d pick up the in’s and out’s faster since, generally speaking, I know how cameras and the various buttons work,

however, that has not been the case.

I’m trying to not get discouraged or feel like I’ve blown my hard saved money.

{Generally one would say ‘earned’ in this situtation, but apparently Bryce earns the money in the household and is therefore loved more, according to Meg…losing my ever-living mind.}

 

DSC_0111

I know hot chocolate trays are very kitsche but I’m so glad we did one this year, it has been simple and super fun.

Colorful IKEA straws and deer certainly don’t hinder the cause.

DSC_0117

Sometimes I feel like I go a bit overboard with the decorating, but I heard Elizabeth tell her teacher that our house looks magical at Christmas time, so….it’s worth it.

Even if I never convince Bryce that a third tree is a necessity.

DSC_0168

 

DSC_0169

 

DSC_0170

 

DSC_0174

 

DSC_0178

OK, guys, that tree, the one in the next photo, is seriously leaning.

I’m getting our nine year old’s eyes checked.

You know, the one who was consulting while Bryce was holding it steady, and I was securing it with screws.

This tree is a lot of things, straight is not one of them.

DSC_0179

 

DSC_0180

 

DSC_0181

 

DSC_0186

 

DSC_0187

 

DSC_0192

 

DSC_0194

 

DSC_0200

 

DSC_0203

 

DSC_0204

 

DSC_0207

 

DSC_0222

 

DSC_0223

 

DSC_0226

Katie

Elizabeth and Libby’s New Room

Elizabeth and Libby took over the old ‘master’ bedroom.

Nothing really grand about it, other than it had the biggest bed, and the coolest people, inhabiting it.

Original before:

SAM_0823

Post stripes

SAM_1375

It actually looked quite a bit different after this photo was taken, but I guess documenting one’s air quote master bedroom is not a super high priority.

SAM_1378

Now Libby and Elizabeth live here, happily, for the most part.

The is the table that was mine and my sister’s growing up.

I found this doll house in my MIL’s attic and my mom had a similar when she was a kid.

DSC06774

I have since made a more feminine sheet and hung some bunting made from old embroidered linens.  But Christmas is kinda kicking my bum, so no pictures.

DSC06775

 

DSC06776

 

DSC06777-001

 

DSC06779

Katie

Thursday, December 1, 2016

And The Boy’s Room

The original.

I was pretty confident this room looked awesome.

It was my first foray into decorating for a boy.

I still claim I was headed in the right direction,

just along a weird, weird path.

SAM_0400

 

SAM_0405

 

SAM_0407

 

SAM_2161

And then with the arrival of Bennett, we painted and trimmed and caulked.

Another before.

SAM_2815

 

SAM_2817

 

SAM_2819

And then until just a few weeks ago, Libby was living in here, owning the crib, her clothes in suitacases, Bennett on a cot.

{Bet you never felt so confident in yourself as a kid and bedroom owner before reading this post.}

SAM_2992

And now, just the two boys.

DSC06768

 

DSC06769

 

DSC06770

 

DSC06771

You know, you never realize how crooked the pictures are until you share it with the world….or really just your friends and family…

DSC06772

 

DSC06773

Hoping to get the Christmas lights up and the house decorated, obviously.

Please notice the absence of a firm deadline….

And I got the ladder mounted to the wall, hopefully securely.

Strung with lighted clips and family pictures.

DSC06780DSC06781

And some old fashioned American tree climbing.

DSC06783

 

DSC06784

{I get by with a little help from my friends….}

DSC06785

Katie

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Great Bedroom Swap of 2016

I grew up ALWAYS sharing a room.

I’ve never not shared a room.

My twin sister and I shared a room and invented a game using Disney trivia, played Aggravation every night before we went to bed and generally fought endlessly about what a filthy, filthy roommate she was.

{She’s grown into a lovely individual and become very self aware so it’s ok if I say stuff like that.}

But, we made a lot of memories. 

So I was never opposed to three girls in a room.

But what are memories for kids are nightmares for the parents.

The constant fighting and gymnastics {Meg} and reading too late and fairy games played far into the night.

{One friend came to babysit and after she put the girls to bed she said it sounded like elephants roller skating up there.}

{Not something you want on your resume as a parent..}

It was becoming a bit too much, and I was losing my mind.

So we converted our storage room {originally a not-connected-to-the-house-pump house} to a bedroom. Giving us another room allowing us two kids to a room.

And giving Bryce and I the biggest bedroom.

Before

Not really a true before. We even had my crib from when I was a baby in here for Libby so that she and Bennett could nap at the same time but not in the same room.

I’m a complicated individual.

SAM_3247

 

SAM_3248

 

SAM_3249

 

SAM_3250

And now.

The thing I’m struggling with the most is everything is brown, brown, brown. Brown dressers on brown walls.

But, it’s enormous with a sitting area to boot.

DSC06761

 

DSC06763

 

DSC06765

 

DSC06766

 

DSC06767

Katie