Friday, June 27, 2014

a day in the life of a not-so-stay-at-home mom

I've always wanted to document a day in the life of a work day for Addi and I, because it's not something that people typically do. And surprisingly enough, people don't usually ask me any questions when I tell them I get to bring her to work, they just respond with, "oh, you're SO lucky!" Which I totally am, don't get me wrong. I am super fortunate that I can bring her to work, for many reasons. Mainly because I don't have to worry about day care, but also because that means I don't have to miss any of her "growing up."
But that doesn't mean it isn't hard. Some days I get home from work so utterly exhausted that I walk around from room to room, forgetting why I walked into it in the first place. Yeah, I work a desk job, which is a generous term for sitting on my ass in front of a computer all day, but it pays the bills and I don't have to worry about finding some weirdo stranger to watch my kid. But add a child to the equation and all hell breaks loose. Having my little one in the office creates a whole new realm of challenges. I will say that it definitely makes time zoom by! 

So, here's a typical day in the life of a working mom who also brings her kid to work.

GETTING THERE
I've tweaked her schedule to pretty much time our mornings perfectly, but as nothing in life is perfect [particularly when it comes to getting anywhere on time when a child is involved], neither is our schedule. For example, this morning she slept until 7:30. Which was pure magic. Because that meant I, too, got to sleep until 7:30. Because of this, and because I set my alarm for 7:30 to remind myself to give her reflux medication, I slept soundly until she woke up. Which put us quite a bit behind.

Typically, she's my alarm at about 6:30. Matt has been getting her bottle and medicine ready for me before he leaves for work at 7, which is incredibly helpful because I'm the furthest thing from a morning person a human can be. Him preparing these things saves me time and effort, both of which I'm lacking substantially before 9 am. 
Once I've got her fed and medicated, I get ready while she plays on our bed. 
And then we're finally out the door. This process is usually the hardest part of my day. Though I do get frustrated throughout my work day balancing calls, cries, hunger, and everything in between, it's nothing compared to getting me and my child prepared for a work day. 
I also make a stop on the way to work at Kwik Shop to get my mountain dew fix. Because I like to add insult to injury.

PROPS
This bag has become the Mary Poppins of all bags. It seemingly has no bottom. 
This type of organization is called "throw shit in there randomly and hope milk doesn't get all over everything." It's quite a popular method among mothers everywhere. 
I carry it everywhere and if I forget it, I have to go back home and get it. I don't keep bottles at the office anymore because it just became a pain in the ass to wash them there, so I bring one and reuse it throughout the day, rinsing it out between feedings. [And in case you are new to the blog, no, I do not breastfeed. We've formula-fed from the beginning.]

When we finally get to the office, it takes me about 10 minutes to get all of my crap together. I'm usually sweating by the end of it. Adelaide stays in her car seat by my desk while I do this, until she starts screaming, signaling her irritation with me leaving her in there. After her wave of annoyance hits, I stop what I'm doing and tend to her. 
This is a crucial part of my day because it happens...oh, every 10 minutes. That's about how long her attention span is. Every time she starts crying, I have no choice but to tend to her. Because I'm her mother and it's kind of my job. And I'll tell you right now, no matter if I'm in the middle of a call with a pissed of customer or one of our stores is burning down and they for some reason called me to assist them, my kid always comes first. No exceptions. 
That said, she is really into fake crying right now and she knows how to manipulate me into picking her up. We're working on that one. I work in a very small office, my father in law as my boss. The other two people who work in here only use it as a hub for their stuff; they're typically out and about at the stores all day, so usually it's just me and Addi in here. Most of the time I will let her fuss a little bit if I know she's faking it or just trying to get her way. But if someone's in here, that isn't really a possibility. The last thing I want to do is annoy people with a crying child I'm trying to "teach a lesson." It's rude. 

DESK
My desk area is much like my life in general; a hot mess. 
A true example of starting your day in "fight or flight" mode. Yikes.
At any given time during the day, my desk becomes littered with bottles, sippy cups, sleepers and bibs. Plus all of the actual work stuff that accumulates. 

In the corner where my desk is sits Addi's play area, something that will soon need expanded when she becomes mobile [I'm thinking a gated area, but I'm not sure yet]. 
 This is where we spend most of our time. She eats, plays, and gets changed here. It's multi-purpose. 
The foam puzzle pieces get disgusting so they get an almost daily cleaning with anti-bacterial products. 

In addition to my desk being surrounded with baby crap, the drawers get a little piece of action as well. 
I keep the important stuff [boogie wipes, paci wipes, pacifiers, bibs, burp cloths, etc.] in these drawers for easy access. I have backups of everything in another room.

On the other side of my desk are more toys to keep her entertained throughout the day. We also have a bin filled with extra toys and books; we read several a day. 
I bought the stand-up play center for super cheap second hand. It's been a life-saver.
I can watch her while I'm sitting at my desk -

The bathroom isn't left alone, either. 
I fill up bottles and clean toys, spoons and medical equipment in here as well. Multi-purpose once again.

SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS
Napping was probably my biggest concern when I was first trying to figure out this venture of ours. I originally had her pack 'n play set up as a changing area, but when she grew out of her rock 'n play, I was forced to move that to the play area and use the pack 'n play solely for sleeping. 
I also have fabric drawers filled with extra blankets, spare clothes, bibs, socks, diapers, medicine, and diaper wipes. Anytime I run out of something, I have to make a note in my Mary Poppins bag so I remember to replenish from extra stocks at the house. In the event that I forget to do this [which is pretty much every time], I run across the street to Dollar General and pay a lot more money than I should to stock the supply temporarily. It does help to have it right across the street, though. 

Nap times are tricky; sometimes she sleeps two hours, sometimes only 45 minutes. The other day she slept for 3 hours and I had to go check in on her to make sure she was okay. It really just depends on the noise level and how many times I have to go into her room to get uniforms for new employees. 
There are also times when the conference room is being used for actual meetings. In these situations we just improvise. Sometimes it ends with a really fussy baby, but you just have to adjust and anticipate change. 
I once got really creative and made a blanket fort under one of our tables during a meeting. Gotta work with what you've got. 

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS
It's sometimes really difficult to keep her happy. Usually she's up a couple hours between naps [she typically naps from 9-11 and 2-4 if I'm lucky. I'll put her down for naps in between if she doesn't sleep long during either one of those] so keeping her busy can be tricky. When I get to the point where nothing is working, I put her in her carrier and hope she takes a cat nap. 

And when even that doesn't work, I break out the big guns; 
Baby Einstein videos on the iPad
This whole process has taught me a lot about stay-at-home moms and how much work it is. Being able to be around my child all day is a blessing, but it's exhausting. Add in my day job and by the end of the day I'm ready for a glass of wine and bed at an incredibly early hour. 

So that's it, ya'll. Hope you enjoyed a look into our typical day at the office! 

Monday, June 23, 2014

7 reasons why Frozen isn't as annoying as I anticipated

Ah, Frozen. The movie all of us want to hate, but can't help love. 
I first became annoyed with the idea of this movie when the YouTube lip-syncing videos on my Facebook feed went from adorkable to OH MY GOD NOT ANOTHER ONE. From there I refused to watch it purely out of spite. Irritated by the endless stream of "Leg it Go" remixes, I quickly dismissed all raving reviews from friends and family members. Until that fateful day when Elsa and Ana finally broke me. Curiosity got the best of me and I just decided to give it a shot.
Unfortunately, everyone was right about pretty much everything. The catchy tunes, Pixar genius, and deeply feminist undertones swept me away into the Frozen phenomena. 
So, as it stands, I am a Frozen fanatic [in the weirdest of ways]. I'm even trying to get my 7-month old daughter to like it. [She's not as intrigued as her mother, unfortunately]

And here are the 7 reasons why Frozen isn't as annoying as I anticipated:

7. Women as main characters that actually accomplish something
Try it, mofo. I will break that sword in half with my badass turning-to-ice abilities.
Usually the women in Disney/Pixar films are either supporting characters, girlfriends, lippy wives, or damsels in distress. All of which are incredibly annoying attributes. But not Ana and Elsa. These two are taking girl power to the next level. 
How refreshing it is to see two lead characters be smart, attractive, and useful! Oh, and they're women. What a novel idea. 

6. The outfits aren't super-skanky

The whole "conceal, don't feel" trend runs deeper than Elsa's freezing abilities. I mean, yeah, Ana's dress is shoulderless, but this isn't the 1800's. If kids can't handle seeing shoulders, we've got bigger problems. 

Unlike some of Disney's past characters - 
get your shit together, Ariel.
they kept the story in line with the "these girls are kickin' butt and taking names, not distracting audiences with their stupid seashell bra" mantra, and I like it. 

In fact, these outfits, apart from Elsa's blue dress seen later [can we say awesome?], are - dare I say it - rather forgettable. Which is kind of the point, right? 

5. Hilarious sidekicks
There are some seriously hilarious sidekicks in this movie. And just when you think you've found the funniest one, the next dude comes along and makes you LOL. ROFL even. 

 First we have Sven [the reindeer], who can't talk, but still manages to make us all giggle. 
"But you won't get your new sled if she's dead!"
Then there's this guy, who, and I don't even know his name, is almost funnier than Olaf. And he's only in the movie for like two minutes.
"Big Summer Blowout!"

And the aforementioned Olaf. My favorite. Voiced by the brilliant Josh Gad, he really brings this wildly hilarious snowman to life.
"Do me a favor and grab my butt!"
4. Calling attention to the fact that marrying someone you just met is totally ludicrous
Oh, Hans. You're such a jackass.
Ah the handsome price. Every dumb Disney girl's kryptonite. But Ana's not dumb; she's just had a lapse in judgement. Lucky for her, Elsa tells her that she's a nutjob [in so little words] and she can't marry someone she just met. And for good measure, Kristoff tells her a little bit later, too. 
I really like that Disney brings this up because in any other movie before Frozen, it wouldn't be such an absurd idea; more like romantic. Therefore leading girls to believe it's not only okay to marry a complete stranger [or someone you've only known for a short time], but that it's completely plausible! Way to set the bar WAY too high, Disney. Insert a life of disappointment for women everywhere. Maybe that's why Ana's so surprised when she gets called on it.
Plus, to throw a little bit of fuel into the fire, they reveal this prince as a [spoiler alert] huge douche and the hardworking ice-man gets the girl. 

3. The super catchy tunes
LET IT GOOOOOOOO
Get out of my head, Elsa you CRAZY ICE QUEEN!
I don't even know the lyrics to these songs and I'm constantly singing them. I make up my own lyrics 'cuz that's how I roll. Addi isn't a fan of my version of the songs, but what does she know. 

2. The fact that the act of true love was between sisters
Just...come on. It's like they made this movie for me. 

Maybe it's because my sister and I are joined at the hip or because we, too, are weird [just not in the whole ice-magic way, but to each her own]. Either way, this was my absofrigginlutely favorite part of the film. Because at first they were all, "You need an act of true love to melt your frozen heart so go kiss that doucecopter, Hans." Ugh, hurl. But then said douchecopter tries to off her sister and Ana was all like, "oh no you didn't!" and breaks his pansy-ass sword into a thousand douchey pieces. 
"HI-YAH!"
And then she turns to ice, but eventually de-ices because of her pure badassery [a.k.a. sister-saving tactics]. 

1. Voila! A movie that isn't about the girl getting the guy
It's about family being the most important thing in life. And recognizing that love isn't just about kissey-kissey. AND that girls/women can be lead characters and not make you want to vomit all over everyone in the theater because they're such idiots and only concerned with finding the perfect mate. Not that that isn't important, but it is not what I want my daughter focusing on, just like you probably don't want your son focusing on...well, the things that men typically focus on. 

So let's all just agree that Frozen has a lot of deeper lessons in it that can teach our kids what life is really about. 
Bravo Disney & Pixar. I am proud to say that you did not annoy me with this film. I'll do you one better and say that I will be elated when my daughter wants to be like Ana and Elsa! Until then, keep on singin' them tunes, ya'll. 

[Warm] hugs not drugs.

Monday, June 9, 2014

My big epiphany

I know all I do is talk about parenting now. And my kid. And post pictures of my kid. And talk about stuff relating to my kid.

I can't be sorry because this blog is about my life. And from now on, my daughter is my life. So that's what I like to talk about. Because she's - quite literally - all I think about now. Even if she's not with me, I'm always worrying if she's okay. Or if she's behaving. Or if she got a nap. Or if she's eating. Or if she has poop running up her back [it's happened more often than not since starting solids].

The other morning when I was getting ready for work, Matt randomly said something to me about the shots he had to give me during my pregnancy with Adelaide. And I had to think really hard about it.

"What did I have to get those for again?" I asked him.
"Progesterone, remember?"
"Oh yeah." I recalled. And it all came flooding back.

I have this really silly thing called PCOS, which I think I've mentioned before. And it was the cause of our initial 2-year failure to get pregnant. And when my little weasel decided she wanted to surprise the crap out of us, I had to get progesterone shots [progesterone runs low in us weirdos with PCOS] to make sure she was safe in there. Low progesterone often leads to miscarriage, so those with PCOS are particular susceptible to miscarriage due to their inherently low progesterone.

Anyway, like I said, all of this came flooding back. And I was remembering how absolutely miserable that time in my life was. As if the nausea and back pain and core pain and rib-kicking wasn't miserable enough, but I had to get a shot in my ass every day, which is about as pleasant as it sounds. Lest we forget my poor husband, who actually had to give me the shot. We teased that he actually enjoyed causing me pain, but I know that it probably hurt him more than it hurt me.

But I did it. Because I wanted to keep my daughter safe and growing and healthy. And at the time it seemed like the worst thing in my life. But now? Now, a year later, I had totally forgotten about it. So much that my husband had to remind me why I even had to get the shots in the first place!

This is all a metaphor, if you're not grasping that yet.

I have found in the 15 months since finding out I was pregnant, that parenting just moves from one challenge to the next. In early pregnancy it was the constant worry of progesterone and miscarriage rates, mid-pregnancy was growing tired of waiting, and late-pregnancy was pain in every part of my body, being even more tired of waiting. Then it was fear of the birth. And then fear of never sleeping. Ever again. And then RSV at 6 weeks. And possible milk allergies. And then reflux. And then an ear infection. And the list will grow as time goes on. But once the first one passes, the next one comes and you tend to forget about it.

This principle applies to all areas of our lives. Life throws curveballs our way every single day. Through parenting I've learned to just roll with it.

There are no surprises anymore, just new adventures.

I basically had a "holy shit I just figured out life" moment. And I feel like that's something I needed to share with you all. Take my wisdom and do with it what you wish.

I'll leave you with an adorable picture of my daughter to brighten your day. It's raining cats and dogs here, so I need a few of her smiles to keep the gloom at bay.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Life Lately

1. Blanket Forts

Sometimes when I get to work, I find out there's going to be a meeting in the conference room [where her pack 'n play is], which puts a damper on the nap situation we have so meticulously crafted. So, we improvise. With blanket forts.

2. Sidewalk Chalk
If there's time in the evening [there usually isn't], we like to all go sit outside in our driveway and blow bubbles and write on the driveway with chalk. Addi loves to play with the bubbles and acts very confused when one of them pops in her hand. I enjoy the chalk more than anyone else, as you can see. Recently, our neighbor across the street was mowing, so I spent the entire time critiquing his poor mowing habits. Rich, coming from someone who never mows her own lawn. :-|

3. Sweet Potatoes
We started solids the week before Addi turned 6 months old. We attempted to start her at 4 months [the soonest you're recommended to start], but she just wasn't in to it. Now? Good lord. She runs a train on that baby food. She loves sweet potatoes, bananas, peaches, and hates everything green [we're working on it]. Her particular favorites are the ones out of the pouches [her green discrimination does not apply for the pouch food], which is extra handy for mom.

4. Pedicures
Sometimes, in the evening, I get the inkling to put on a movie in the bathroom [yeah, that's right, I have a TV above my bathtub] and decide to stay up a little late to do my nails. This month's color inspiration was rainbow. Pedicures are cool. Injuries during pedicures are not.
 I didn't even know a pedicure injury could happen.

5. Baby Einstein
That's right. I let my kid watch baby Einstein videos from Youtube. And by "let," I mean I set her in front of it so I can get a few things done at work. She has the attention span of a squirrel, so despite my efforts to entertain her with numerous toys, books, or songs, sometimes you've got to pull out the iPad and let 'er rip. The "two-years old before screen-time" rule is really just a guideline.

6. Sitting Up
Yes, we're there. She's sitting up like a big girl. Occasionally she'll take a tumble forward [but she's good at correcting herself and ending up on her tummy] and we've only had two "hit the wall closest to me" incidents, but other than that it's been smooth sailing. We're almost to the point where she doesn't even need the boppy around her anymore. Crawling is just around the corner!

**Sorry for the crappy picture quality. These are all from my phone. Sometimes convenience trumps quality.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Pink is for girls


As stated in my previous post, I've just finished reading Redefining Girly, an amazing book by Melissa Atkins Wardy. I bought this book when Addi was about 3 months old after a friend who has a daughter recommended it to me. And boy am I glad I did. 
I know what you're probably thinking; "Oh great. Mallory's turned into one of those annoying feminists and now that's all we're going to hear about." I promise to keep the angsty-feminism posts to a manageable level. But it is a topic I feel strongly about and the feelings escalated when I found out I was having a little girl and the pink crap began rolling in.

Speaking of. 
I want to address my beef with the color pink.

First of all, I don't hate pink. Necessarily. I like colors. I've always been obsessed with rainbows and color wheels and the idea of all colors in general.

What I don't like is what some colors represent.
My favorite color has always been blue. Whether that spurred from my favorite sports team is beyond me, but I've always liked blue. And I've always hated pink. I have no explanation for it other than it was what I was expected to like. Because girls = pink and boys = blue.

And if any of you know one thing about me it's that I don't like to be told what to do. So when girls clothes and toys and pencils and stickers and happy meal toys and bows and ribbon and coats and shoes and notebooks and earrings and jewelry and suckers are all PINK, I looked at it and thought..."I hate that color." Because it's all I had ever been offered by society. Melissa covers this in her book. The idea that one color should represent a gender is so beyond stupid, it gets my blood boiling.

Because it's not about the color. It's about what the color represents.

I'm going to bag on my favorite retailer for a minute as an example.
[Please don't kick me out of your stores, Target. I would never recover.]

I pulled these side-by-side comparisons off of Target's website 10 minutes ago. Left is girls, right is boys. Obviously.

In case you can't read them, the one of the girls onesies says "Pretty as can bee", the other is purely pink with bees, and the other is beige with a pink bee on it.Notice the "choose color" option, too. Really giving us a load of options, Target. Bravo.

On the other side we have the boys. There's a plain blue one, one that says "All Star," and the other says "Play" in a baseball-style font. 

The issue here isn't that the girls stuff is pink and the boys stuff are blue and green, though that does irritate me, if only because I really love blue and green. The issue is what these colors represent in the selected choices. What we're suggesting to our girls is that they can be pretty. In contrast, we're suggesting to our boys that they can be "All stars" and they can "play."

I'm not trying to pick on Target here. They're just the distributor. If I'm going to blame anyone, it's Carters [don't get me wrong, I love their stuff and still buy their products that don't irritate the crap out of me].
Target isn't even close to the only major retailer pulling this crap. Just take a look at what Old Navy has to offer for ages 6-12 month:

Boys get to be international jet-setters, patriotic kiddos, silly monkeys, photogs, mama's boys - 
and girls get to be perfect, gorgeous sparklers who get attacked by paparazzi and creepy bunnies.
Really?
That's what we want our future girls to aspire to be? Perfect? Gorgeous? Chased by paparazzi? For the love of God. 
No, I want my girl to be a jet setter. And a photog. And someone who MATTERS. Someone who loves herself for her talents and abilities and that face in the mirror.

And in case you think it's just present in the clothes we put our kids in, think again.
It's the toys, too. And the books and the food and seemingly EVERYTHING kid-related.
I would actually argue that the toy manufacturers are the worst offenders.
Because we need to specify who can play with what.

Let's start with the purple arrows. On the left we have the boys. "Be just like dad." they exclaim! Every little boy wants to be like their dad. But girls? They want to be like those creepy-ass dolls. And to "dare to dress up." That's what they aspire to do. 

I don't think I'm alone in wanting to be like my dad. He's successful, he owns his own business and he's a hell of a spouse, parent AND grandparent. But if we're sticking with the gender-related situations, girls don't even get to be like their moms.
Why do you think that is?
It can't be because moms are the strongest creatures on this planet; the most patient, loving, hard-working, giving, and committed people don't even get to be role models because barbies and beyond disgusting Monster High dolls are better than a hard-working mother with bags under her eyes and briefcase hanging from her arm.

The red circle denotes "categories" in which Target appeals to each sex by assuming their interests. 
For boys it's riding toys, action figures, vehicles and outdoor toys. 
For girls it's dolls, doll clothes, dollhouses, doll accessories, and stuffed animals. 

Now ask yourself this: whether you have kids or not, girls or boys, ask yourself if you would have wanted your mother to be interested in only those things. She wouldn't have made for a very good mom, would she? Or your sister who played in the dirt with you and scraped her knee on the sidewalk. What if the only thing she wanted to play with was dolls?

And I'm not trying to say kids shouldn't play with dolls. Dolls [save for those god-awful Monster High ones] are a great way to foster love and creativity, both for boys and girls. The point here is that girls are ONLY offered that. They aren't offered the option here to have outdoor fun or use action figures. 

And you know who's to blame? Brands.
Take a look at those lime green circles and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Here's a little test. These names are sorted in no particular order. I want you to take a minute to sort these out into "boy" or "girl" brands. You have 5 seconds. GO.
Nerf, FurReal Friends, Air Hogs, Disney Princesses, Lionel, Sofia the First, LEGO, Matchbox, My Little Pony, LeeDaDa

One could argue that LEGO could be boy or girl [hopefully] thanks to these new, ridiculous Lego Friends line of Legos for girls. Why girls can't just play with regular Legos is beyond me. But otherwise, it's a pretty easy sort, correct?

I'm going to take a stab at what you're thinking now. "Well, just don't buy them." I don't know about you, but I've taken a kid into the toy aisle before [not even my own, she's only 6 months old], and trying to walk out of there when they've set their mind on a certain toy is like swimming through a tide of jelly fish. It's both painful and you will want to kill yourself by the end of it. 
And when our girls have seen the commercials of other girls playing with these ridiculous excuses for toys, they think to themselves, "Hey, she's having fun and she has lots of friends so playing with that toy must be something I should do!" How do we fight that? 

How do we fight the perception that our child has formed thanks to thousands of dollars of marketing materials geared directly at them? 

The answer is, that we just fight
We fight society. We fight brands. We fight the teacher who separates the classroom bins to pink and blue. We fight the doctor's office who only give girls princess stickers and boys dinos. We fight the media for making women into sex objects. And we fight our inner desire to fit into the mold.

As I mentioned, my girl is only 6 months old and already I'm struggling with how I'm going to raise her to be a strong, independent woman who respects herself enough to know that she's better than limiting herself to only barbies and dress up. Who plays in the mud and gets her rainbow colored skirt dirty and falls off her bike but gets right back up. And who loves herself for who she truly is.

My daughter will be strong and fearless and kind and loving and beautiful, both inside and out. 
So if pink is for girls, than I guess that is the new pink.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Playroom Reveal

As promised, I have for you the wildly colored playroom reveal for you! 
I'll tell you right now that I spent more time, money, and effort on this one room than I did on all of the other rooms in our house. Combined. Including Adelaide's nursery. 

Now, I could have done a pink, frilly, princess playroom for her, but you all know me well enough to know I wouldn't do that. 
Like...ever. 

I'm reading "Redefining Girly," a basic ode to mothers out there that don't want their daughters to be defined by princesses and pink frilly crap. It's totally my jam.  
One of my favorite points the author makes is that "girly" colors shouldn't really be a thing. Colors are for everyone. They're all around us! Why shouldn't we get to enjoy ALL of them?! 

So that's where my theme came from. "Colors are for everyone" is one of the author's mantras, and I think it's a great start into raising our little girl having an open mind about who she is and who she can be. Yes, something as simple as colors can accomplish that. Limiting yourself to certain things just because that's what society says isn't something I want her to fall prey to. 

Okay, enough deep stuff. Now on to the fun! 
The paint job in this room is where I invested the most time. It took me around 5-6 hours. But just check out that ballin' straight line. Frogger tape to the rescue. Awwww yeahhhh.

I had this wall hanging in this room previously, when it was just the "music room." To make it more fun and kid friendly, I spray-painted the entire thing white and then painted each note a different color. 
This amazeballs decal was found on Etsy. I considered painting the mural myself, but I was looking at another 2-3 hour time investment for that and it would not have turned out like this decal. I still spent an hour putting this up, so I can't imagine how long painting it would've taken.
I had this coat hanger lying around for a project I had in mind about a year ago [which clearly never got done], so now I finally had a use for it. I got the letters at Hobby Lobby and spray painted them with some paint I had lying around. I also hung some ribbon for clipping hair bows to. I'm going to make up superhero capes and masks as well, but that's a task for another day.
My mom got Addi this for an Easter present [per my request] via Amazon
It was stupid easy to put together and I LOVED the use of primary colors!
This is another recycled item from the "music room". Previously it had random picture frames and candles on it, so I'm not missing any storage space. I bought these drawer inserts from Target and filled it with the hundreds of toys Addi has acquired since before she was even born. 
As you can see, the piano is still in the room. Hopefully I'll someday manage to talk my husband and brother-in-law into moving it downstairs, but I'm not holding my breath. 
I LOVE these foam squares from Target. I bought a 6-pack for the office, too. They're not really necessary in this room since this room is carpeted, but it was either that or a ridiculously expensive rug. I settled on these. Much easier to clean and still adds color!
Ah, the curtains. Er..valance. Or whatever the hell this thing is called. I saw the idea on Pinterest [famous last words] and thought, oh, that'll be cheaper than buying something from Target! Wrong-o. Not to mention the time investment I have in them.
Thank God for The Vampire Diaries on Netflix.
But I digress.

I must admit, they're way cuter than anything I found at Target.
The frog is from Target, as well [that place should really pay me for advertisement]. It's a lot bigger than you might think and holds tons of stuffed animals [which we are in excess of]. 

I'm really happy with how her room turned out and I can't wait for my nephews to come and visit so this room can actually get some use! Addi isn't quite crawling yet, so really all we do in there is tummy time and she hangs out in her Baby Einstein play seat. 

Welp, that's all I've got for you guys on this one. I hope you enjoyed the tour!