If I win the Lottery soon.....

...I will be treating myself to one of everything from the super-functional and genius line of pregnancy-transistion clothing that is HATCH Collection (found via OhJoy) The prices are a bit steep for lil' ol' me, but I can just see myself wearing this effortless tunic in about ten different ways:

The Hatch Afternoon Dress. Add tights, add a belt, add 5 million necklaces- whatever. Stomach? What stomach? Pass the carbs please.

And then there is this: 

The Hatch Hoodie. Holy Mother of Comfort this thing looks incredible. I could be breast-feeding in this thing all day long and no one would be the wiser. Now- how to get myself into pleather leggings....

So- check out the rest of the collection- preggies and non-preggies alike.

Is it Halloween yet?

I hate to admit it, but after this weekend's festivities and spending every day for the past thirty days hearing the G.D. Monster Mash on repeat, and picking up hair-covered, spooky-themed window jellies off of every possible surface in my home, I'm kind of ready for Halloween to be OVER. So, in an attempt to keep in the spirit of things, I thought I would unload all of the Halloween ideas I've been pinning and saving on you, because maybe I'm just an irritable pregnant lady who is getting tired of explaining to her three-year-old why she wouldn't make a very pretty princess this year and the rest of you are still ramping up for a weekend full of drunken costume wearing and pumpkin carving and Reese's Peanut Butter Cup consumption (ok- so maybe I'm still looking forward to the Reese's). Anyways, here are some of my faves:

Martha's adorable fanged pumpkins.

Elegantly macabre vintage printables- free from the Graphics Fairy (I love this site)- along with a useful and easy tutorial for printing graphics onto fabric at home.

Simple, but cute, yarn-wrapped letters from eighteen25 and an easy-peezy seasonal banner made from streamers.

This zombie gnome from Etsy seller DougFX is almost as scary as the dilapidated ones in my yard. I love him.

Who doesn't love a good meatloaf? From Not Martha

So easy- but covering furniture in white sheets makes for great Halloween party decor. From Country Living

And finally...

The only Halloween costume I am considering wearing this year...

Here's to no more Monster Mash. Ever.

Blast-off

Orange crocs - the footwear of choice of both Mario Batali and Nasa

Thanks to the Annual D-ville fall festival, we took our Halloween costumes out for a test drive this Saturday, and the boys' Astronaut get-ups were a big hit. I'm not sure where Max's hankering for this particular costume-choice came from, as he's never really expressed much interest in astronauts before, but I was thankful he didn't want to be some ugly Target-bought Transformer or superhero with built-in muscles, mostly because I want him to stay my little nerdster forever.

Hud had his heart set on being a honey-badger (bless his strange little heart), but fortunately for me, once he laid his eyes on the custom helmet complete with gold glittering letters and optional visor that Max was getting (from Etsy seller Luminous Moon), he jumped on that astronaut band-wagon rather quickly. The jet-packs were a relatively quick and easy DIY that I made and were modeled after similar ones being sold from the same Etsy shop. Some soda liters, Solo cups and a little colored duct tape was all it took. Auntie Dana found us the silver suit at a consignment shop, and it was just the right size for Hud, who sported it almost all day, despite 80 degree temps. We had to get a little more creative with Max's suit- he's more of an inside-the-shuttle-rocking-my-leisure-wear kind of astronaut. The shirt is one of those cool-max work-out numbers and the pants are jus little-league pants- a couple of iron-on patches and some red tape later and we were all-set. Here he is looking decidedly more gymnast than astronaut with his giant balloon octopus, but pretty darn cute all the same: 

This was pre-too much candy melt-downs.

Progress...

Despite yet another impromptu and dangerously indulgent mid-day Sunday nap, during which I left my children under the care of a new Nightmare before Christmas DVD, I did manage to tackle some small tasks in preparation for the little man. On Friday night the boys and I were shaking things up (literally) in the Home Depot paint department. Then this (among other things) happened:

A sneak peek of my DIY painted version of the Dwell Studio Draper rug (you can see a hint of the green painters tape in the back there). Lessons were most definitely learned, and will be shared with you all at a later date. 

Cold feet are developing with regards to the navy wall. The color pleases me (starless night by Behr), but even with a matte finish, I feel like the dark color has a glossy feel- which drives me bananas. Anyone out there have any thoughts on the matter? 

Bargain Basement crib assembled. I love it.

Closet org completed (sort of)

 

 

Framed. (eeek!)

 

And of course, none of it could have been done without the help of my aeronautical assistant:

P.S- anyone out there looking to buy a barely used, white Ikea Malm twin bed? We loved this thing, but our garage is bursting at the seams. Hit me up.

xoxo
j

Sexy Sixty & other Saturday Developments.

At least half of this weekend was incredibly productive.

My brother, his wife, my sister and I have been busy little bees planning a surprise birthday party for my mom's 60th this past Saturday, which was almost completely sabotaged by my mother herself, who started planning her own impromptu "party" that same night the week before. In the end it all worked out and there was laughter, tears and a whole lot of white people dancing to hits like My Prerogative, but no one was quite as surprised as you are going to be when you check out how good this old broad looks at sixty:

Why didn't someone remind me that 8 month pregnant ladies with pregnant arms should never be on the end of a photo line-up? (Me, Mom, Tia)

And she can still cut a mean rug.

There were disco balls, ceiling fans, live keyboard music , champagne and clearly, some serious attitudes (that's one of my bff's and another total HM, Becky, burning it up in the background there)

It was good times. 

But, despite not being able to consume mass quantities of booze as I would have liked to, I still woke-up exhausted with what I like to call pregnancy productivity hang-over. 

It didn't help matters that we had a new babysitter coming over and I am totally neurotic about new babysitters seeing my house messy, so I scrambled around cleaning the wreckage left behind after we officially moved Hud into Max's room earlier that day. New bunk beds were assembled, and I left the house feeling certain that it wasn't a brilliant idea to leave the boys for the night with a new babysitter and a new method of potentially fracturing their limbs.

The original plan was to paint this Ikea bad boy a nice navy blue- but things haven't exactly been going according to plan around here. Maybe when I don't have a giant bowling ball strapped to my waist, the room will get a little sprucing up- so stay tuned.

Anyways, after all this Saturday madness, can you really blame me for parking the kids on my bed for two hours of completely age-inappropriate cartoon network viewing while I took the most incredible nap of my life? I'm just going to assume you said "no".