I need your advice. I know a lot of you that follow my little slice of the internet are some hard working mama and DIY bloggers yourself so I’m hoping you can help me crack this nut: Should I refinish this adorable toddler table or paint it?
I recently found this gem tucked away in the back of my mom’s attic. It’s real wood, the table is in decent condition – the chair is in excellent. But most importantly, it was my mama’s y’all. A little table that she use to sit at and read and color is now being used by my little guy. So that’s why I’m so torn.
As you can see it definitely needs some sanding work… but nothing an orbital sander and fine grit sandpaper couldn’t handle. And although honey colored stain has a time and a place, this aint it. So if I stained, I would take it up to a much darker finish.
My biggest fear in painting it, is that Dylan will color or smear the massive amount of dirt that little boys seem to produce all over it and would constantly just look…. well… funky. I’ve explored a few chalkboard paint options but clearly white or a soft blue are out.
So whatcha think? Should I take the time to sand and refinish this bad boy or paint it? Dylan can’t wait to know what you think!
So I promise you guys I have some awesome organization and DIY project in the works. They are just coming along very slowly these days as Dylan has been one sick kiddo with back to back to back…. to back… ear infections.
However…I’m happy to report that “Operation Tubes” is now officially complete! I’ve learned quickly that being a parent comes with a lot of hard and just sucky decisions. Deciding that my precious little boy should have holes cut in his ear, when he couldn’t even tell me how bad the pain was or wasn’t, is a hard freaking decision. But that said, I’m now 100% confident in our decision to get the tubes and thought I would share our experience in case anyone else is wrestling with this… or has been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
So after 5 doses of antibiotics + the associated bouts of diaper rash, and 3 painful Rocephin shots we reached our breaking point with these dang ear infections. It was seriously as if every time Dylan got a new tooth or a little cold, he was tugging at those ears and spiking crazy high fevers. Jer and I did a good amount of research on our options prior to picking the tubes route and although I can’t intelligently relay all of that information to you guys (honestly because I’m not sure I understand it all), I quickly learned how common the tubes procedure is. One parent we met in the waiting room of our Doc’s office even said.. “all the cool kids are doing it these days…”
Unfortunately before getting to tubes, it also sounds like most of these cool kids are giving antibiotics a fair chance. Lord knows that we certainly did – Augmentin, Amoxicillin, one that started with a C that caused a rusty colored poop, and then what my pediatrician called in his “big gun” – 3 shots of Rocephin. It was at the moment the doctor said he was bringing out the most powerful thing he could that I realized that we definitely needed to chat with an ENT.
So after meeting with the ENT – which Dylan as you can see below really enjoyed , the tubes option just became the clear solution. Dylan had multiple ear infections, oral antibiotics were starting not to work, and we were entering cold and flu season. On top of that the ENT doctor we met with was fantastic – he explained the procedure step by step, showed me an actual “tube” – which looks more like a grommet than a tube – and explained how this would eliminate the fluid that was constantly building up in his little baby ears.
The actual procedure was absolutely seamless. I was so extremely impressed with how organized, friendly and educational our ENT and the Virginia Eye Institute (where the procedure was done) was. We got there at 7:15, filled out a few papers, had his vital taken, watched a little Finding Nemo, and then finally it was time for him to go into the operating room … w.i.t.h. o.u.t. me. Aside from making the actual decision, strangers taking my little boy away from me was the hardest part. Jer had to coach me a little on this as I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out the second they took him from my arms. So instead, I gave him a big kiss and happily said “Have fun sweetie!” Ok… poor word choice, I know.
Dylan kept his cool the entire time and seemed to really dig our three matching hospital bracelets.
Seriously 10 minutes after he went back (yes, without me!), a nurse reopened the door to tell me he was ready for us. He was very very upset when I got to him and even after we got him settled in the car. But after about 20 minutes and a little juice and cheerios, he was content and fast asleep in the back of my mom mobile.
Then we got home.. ate doughnuts… and played. I’m a firm believer in doughnuts as a post-operative pick me up or even for a bad day. But in all seriousness just a few hours after the procedure, he was 100% back to normal and talking/making noises more than ever. Although a hard one to make, getting tubes was a good decision for us.
A few weeks ago we celebrated Dylan’s first birthday and for months I planned, pinned and thought about this thing. I wanted Dylan’s first birthday to be unforgettable. I mean after all it’s his very first birthday and the start of a day that I want to feel magical, exciting and oh so very fun for him. Going in, I knew he was too little to really enjoy it but through my rose colored glasses (which I always seem to look at life through) I thought he would open his gifts, get jiggy with his smash cake and stay awake with a smile for 4+ hours. But no…hello… Earth-to-Jamie… he’s a baby and babies do what they want, when they want. The problem here was my expectations and what I like to call #firstworldproblems. Sure, my Pottery Barn Kids Catalog birthday party didn’t go as I expected but for the maximum amount of time possible, Dylan had a blast and got to celebrate with those that love him to pieces… what more can ya ask for…?
Maybe happy birthday pictures? Ok, I’m stopping now. Repeat it with me… “No expectations!”, “No expectations!”
Ok, back to the party. So I love feedin’ people, and sure I could’ve totally simplified this, but when friends and family drive hours for a 1 year old’s party, you just gotta feed them. So with a little help from my BFF who has no idea we’re actually best friends, Ree,… wait we’re probably not on a first name basis yet as she doesn’t even know I exist even though we hang out every Saturday morning. Weird, right? Ok, I’m rambling. Starting over now… So with a little help from the good ol’ Pioneer Woman recipes, I spent the entire morning cooking whipped up cheeseburger sliders, grilled chicken sliders, cheesy potato casserole (sans peppers), potato salad, pb & j’s + goldfish, corn on the cob, and watermelon. And if was deeeeelish, if I can say so myself. Always a good sign when people leave asking for a copy of a recipe.
In the party chaos, I took one picture of the food and it happened to be while 80% of it was in the oven warming. #firstworldproblems
Since I knew it was going to be hotter than Channing Tatum in Magic Mike out and that most of the party would likely happen inside and within our dining room, I decided to move some of my dishes from our china cabinet and use it to showcase Dylan’s monthly photo shoot and a time capsule for friends and family to write him a note with some life advice to be opened on his 18th birthday. I then took all of the notes and placed them in a envelope within his baby book. I think this is going to be really special to read when he is 18! I mean that is if friends and family wrote sweet and inspirational messages, which I wouldn’t know, because there’s no way I would read those before putting them in his baby book. I mean who would do that…?
But the party happening inside did mean that no one was able to enjoy the 95 degree day outside and this wonderful world of gingham I created. again, #firstworldproblems
On to the other highlights… there was one oh-so-sweet moment of this:
And 15 moments of this. So I ended up sitting in a toddler’s bean bag chair and opening gifts. This isn’t what you guys came here for? oh, my bad.
There was a lot of feeling the cake and not a lot of smashing. Perhaps it was the crazy helicopter parents circling him like hawks. Note to self… back the funk up. Yes, I just said that. It’s my 10 year old way of getting away with cussing. I kind of secretly miss that word.
And then finally while sipping a much deserved adult beverage at the beautiful tables no one sat at, I snapped this precious photo of my boy enjoying a birthday present, ahhhhhh
Ever since Dylan, who we’ve formally nicknamed “Mr. Pickles” (poor kid…) turned 1, he’s ironically hated vegetables. This kid use to gobble them down pureed, but outta no where baby food became about as uncool as nap time and bite sized veggies started decorating my kitchen walls. So I decided this weekend that I would get a little sneaky sneaky and hide as many of them as I could into something that he loooooves – muffins! I was one proud mama bear watching him inhale these healthy little snacks… my first of many “because I love you deceits” I’m sure.
This mini muffin recipe is oh so simple. I used zucchini for the veggie but you could easily substitute carrots, squash, or any easily grateable veg.
So I started the deception process by mixing the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, ground nutmeg, and cinnamon together. Ahhh… nutmeg and cinnamon. What doesn’t taste good with that sprinkled on it? Please don’t answer that…
I then grated 2 zucchini’s…
Beat 2 eggs together for a minute or so and then added in the milk, oil, and sugar. Once that was combined, I added in the good ol’ grated zucchini. As you can see I was very productive during naptime this morning.
Then using a handy dandy scooper, I dropped spoonful’s into the mini muffin tray.
I then sprinkled each top with a little bit of sugar (or in this example, because I was trying to also take a picture) a lot of sugar. Although the entire recipe calls for 1 cup of sugar, these are really not that sweet, so this is a nice addition to the top.
I then baked these bad boys at 375 for 20 minutes and TADA…. 40 veggie packed mini muffins for my little love muffin.
Mama tested… little monster approved. He LOVED them!
I popped about half of these in the freezer for later.
So as you can see I’m on a mission to gets the goods in wherever I can. What recipes or tips do you have for getting toddlers to eat their veggies?! I’d love to hear them!
Here’s the recipe card: