Build your own babysitter...

posted on: Monday, June 13, 2011

Punk was meant to be a California baby.

My guy loves the sun, he loves the grass, he loves eating the bugs, he loves running down the sidewalk, he loves the park, he loves the sun, he loves the taste of popsicles, and he loves being naked while running around the lawn. errr. yeah.

 He just loves being outside.

Unfortunately, our backyard is a bare slate of green grass. That's it. Except for three uncovered window wells.

Shame on you Halsey! Shame!

For the last month or so, whenever we've gone out to play in the backyard Punk is naturally attracted to the open window wells because they are the only things to really see.

As much as I love my baby boy to use the window well as a basketball hoop I knew a change needed to occur.

After much pleading and maybe a few threats, Hunk finally gave in and built a sandbox for the wee little one.

It's basically the best babysitter ever....

Would you like your own babysitter?

Build your own babysitter:
2 1/2'' exterior screws
3- 2x12 that are 8" long.  *Make sure the boards are pre-treated
pond liner
sand
man labor by manly men

Hunk started out by measuring out where the sandbox would go in the backyard. We wanted it to be 4"x8" this way he only had to cut one of the pre-treated boards in half. 

The pre-treated lumber is a must. If you buy just any ole' lumber then it will rot in the ground and that would mean no more backyard babysitter.  
He then dug down into the sod and pulled up the grass where the boards would be set in the ground. *He didn't pull up the grass in the middle of the box because it will eventually die off once the pond liner is set on top of it. 
Once he dug out where the box went, he then assembled the boards on a flat, hard surface. He used a carpenter's square to make sure each corner was even.
Punk thought he was also being very helpful....

 Once the box was assembled, it was then carried back over to the grass where it was set in the grooves that were created earlier.

Now for the trick. We used pond liner in the bottom of our sandbox because it is the best weed mat ever! Once the pond liner was put in place, Hunk then used the claw end of hammer to puncture holes in the bottom of the mat, because we want a sandbox--not a pool.

;)

Then came the sand.

We chose a medium grade sand that I am sure you can get at almost any hardware store--and if you live in Bozeman there are 4800 FREE bags of sand at the Mormon Church...if you need them.

Once the box was almost half full the manly men then went around and stapled the pond liner to the box. Once it was stapled they cut off the excess liner and then filled the sandbox to the top.

Then Punk played and played and played.

Then when we made him get out of the sandbox, well, you get the picture....

Hope you enjoy!


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Feature Friday

posted on: Friday, June 10, 2011

Isn't it just so nice when Friday rolls around?

I always have these elaborate plans for the weekend, but I usually end up doing nothing, because nothing  just feels so good sometimes.
I also love the weekend because I get to show off you guys and all your pure awesomeness.

This week is no exception...

Him. Her. and Olivia-Lemonade Stand


Found in the Ali-Chair Revamp

Screaming Sardine-Butterscotch Frosting

Wow ladies! Thanks for sharing some amazign ideas!


Link Party Rules:
*Link to a specific post, not your homepage, or a giveaway.
*Post something that you have done in the last month and not something that you have posted previously on SJ
*Check out at least one other lovely and give them some sugar! Everyone loves comments and compliments.
*Grab my button and put it somewhere on your blog!
*Come back next week to see the featured projects
 

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Marriage

posted on: Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I have officially been in the marriage business for four years, or...
1,461days
35,064 hours
2,103,840 minutes

It's a grueling kind of work I tell ya. No one ever told me how hard it would be.

I was deceived I tell ya, one hundred percent deceived!

I thought it would be easy, then I got married and I learned the truth.

marriage is hard--but going back to the dating world.....would be way worse.

Agree?

There are small things I have learned to love about marriage.

I love having someone to kiss good bye every morning.
I love having someone to share lunch with everyday.
I love having someone to cuddle.
I love having someone to hold me while I cry.
I love having someone to laugh at my jokes--even when they are clearly not funny.
I love having someone tell me I look pretty--even when I'm pregnant with cankles.
I love having someone who doesn't need to always talk, but loves to sit in silence.
I love having someone who wants to grow old together.
I love having someone who wants to give me the world.
I love having someone who still wants to be in the same room with me after 126,230,400 seconds of marriage.

And if I haven't said it, well I will let the whole world know that my someone is Hunk.

I love you, Babe.
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Life is Better with Spunk and a shout out to..


Last week's challenge was to participate in a family technology detox. I tried. Oh, how I tried...and I failed. As much as I wanted to, packages needed to be sent and emails needed to be read in order to find the addresses for the lovely packages.

Hunk had a migraine all day and I was bored out of my loving mind.  So, I watched an episode of Hoarders.  Because of this, I suddenly had the motivation to clean my house. If you've seen the show then you know what I mean.
Really, the excuses kept piling up for my use of technology over the weekend.

It seemed like the more I tried to avoid technology the more I needed it this weekend. So I hope your family tech detox turned out better than mine. I may try to do it in the future, most likely on a weekend when there are no season finales....

:)

Anywho, this week's challenge is to buy something you want. Yes, ladies I give y'all permission to buy something you want, not something you need. In our house the most common phrase is, "Do you need it? Or do you just want it?" My reply is often, "Of course I need it, because I want it." That used to fly as an excuse, but Hunk has become much the wiser these days after four years of marriage.

Seriously though, buy something for yourself. It doesn't have to be large or extravagant, just something that is all yours.
These babies may or may not be "the something I need"...




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White Trash Trailer Bash

posted on: Monday, June 6, 2011


In college my parents bought a trailer for my two sisters and me to live in--the hope was that it would be a  good character building experience. 

We learned how to tar the roof, unthaw frozen pipes, chase the neighborhood geese from our lawn, and we even invested in a nice set of pink flamingos--where there at now I have no idea.

The experience was character building and awesome!

Yes, awesome. I don't think it could have been better. We had huge sleepovers, bombin' bbqs, great birthday parties, and tons of fun times in the trailer. 

Alas, my baby sister has graduated from college so the fine trailer has now been sold.

Sad day I tell ya.

But to commemorate our wonderful eight years in the trailer we Kelty (lil sis #2) decided to throw one last shindig!

Thus was born the White Trash Trailer Bash.
We're a fine class of human beings...
....complete with tang pong, croquet, cut-offs...
...burnt hot dogs, twinkies, funyuns, KFC....
...hair rollers, and one cheez puff covered baby. 

How was your weekend?

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