This is the easiest DIY you will ever do! Seriously. Jeff’s mom gave us this cute out door kids patio table, but I had an idea for it. A Chalk Table! I DIY’d this little baby into a little art table asap, and it’s possibly Reeg’s favorite thing. She loves to sit and color. And the BEST part?! Chalk comes out!! (Hooray for a Mom Hack!) So, while I haven’t let her play much with crayons and markers, she is always covered in chalk. And there is zero need to get stressed over it.
Seriously, that’s it. And it doesn’t have to be a similar table. You can do this with any table you have or one you find at a garage sale. I would recommend a smooth top, wooden picnic table would be tricky for coloring.
Yup, that’s seriously it!
We did ours over a two night span. I wanted to make sure the paint was really dry. At first you’ll see lines of where you rolled, but as it dries, those go away. I was thinking of doing the bench seats as well, but Jeff reminded me that then her booty will constantly be covered in chalk. So, we skipped it. For now.
This would even make a great gift. Kids are so hard to shop for. Up-cycling a little art table for them is sure to be a hit.
Keep the roller and paint around! My daughter really pounds at that chalk table and has chipped some of the paint. I don’t fret. Eventually, I’ll sand it and redo the process.
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One thing I can tell you for sure is that kids pick the toys they love; not you.
There are toys that we play with everyday; and toys I swore Reegs would love and she doesn’t ever touch. The other day, I was sitting on the living room floor with her and listening to this BeatBowWow Puppy sing ‘Colors’ for the 2356934th time and I became curious… What are her top 5 favorite toys?!
So, I’ll be the first to admit, I LOVE buying clothing for Reegs, but I also have to be honest and say I put her in the same stuff over and over again. Why? Because those things just work. And this whole mom thing is hard enough as it is. To make her look an like an Insta-Baby all the time it a joke. I don’t know how those moms do it. Teach me your ways, Unicorns! Teach me your ways! Anyways. I wanted to share our favorite go to’s with all of you.
Here we are. A few long and delirious weeks in our new home. 90% of our belongings trapped on a dock in Nassau, the other 10% put away in some haphazard ‘we have no furniture’ way. The air is beginning to crisp. My favorite uniforms (sweaters, jeans and boots) are back in play. And the holidays are quickly approaching. So, how are we?
Well. We are doing amazing. Sure, Jeff’s hours are longer than they were the last few years, and Reegy’s ability to get into EVERYTHING is growing daily. I’m exhausted by her consistently have more energy than me, but I have never been happier. Cheesy. Fine. But true. Slowly we are making this house our home. And while the vast empty spaces are far from ‘finished’, they are quickly filling with memories and love.
For three years, I have been aching to just get in the car and drive. Finally, this weekend we were able to do just that. We took a break from the hustle that is home reno’s and DIY’s, and took Reegy to her very first pumpkin patch. And to be honest, probably mine too. Sure, I have been to church parking lots filled with pumpkins, but I don’t think I have ever been to a straight up pumpkin farm. (Mom, fact check me here.) The drive was gorgeous, leaves of all shades, and just an hour outside of Atlanta, we found Burt’s Pumpkin Farm. Our lovely real estate agent, Kathy Lacy, let us in on this Fall must do, and even met us there to join in on the fun with her family.
Flying with a baby. Lord, help me. I planned 4 solo flights with Reegan, within a 2 week period. Short ones. But, still. Sure, I have flown with a baby before. Once. When she was barely 2 months old. And with my husband’s help. But now with a wiggly, opinionated 6 month old? Oh buddy!
The hardest part in the preparation was packing my carry on’s. What would I need at the airport to save us from epic melt downs and trauma? I am the self proclaimed worst packer ever. I brought over SEVEN pairs of high heels on our honeymoon and didn’t use one pair. I pack a 50 pound bag for a weekend. For just me! I carry 2 carry on’s every single time I travel. My “What If” list in my head is SO long. So, when Jeff let me know that I needed to condensed me and Reegs’ things into one suitcase for a 2 week trip… deep breaths. Add in walking through airports with a baby, a stroller, a car seat, and a carry on. Prayers.