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The things that made me smile this week…
*An architect’s $11,000 dream house. (The most expensive thing is the toilet!)
*Fiddle leaf fig humor. #thespot
*Instagram of the week.
*My remote should arrive any day now. No more one-armed selfies! Pictures of the whole famn damily!
*A cosmetic kitchen overhaul from the designer’s viewpoint.
*Blinded by the light.
*Lots of snow = lots of reading.
*My favorite ankle boots for the 35+ crowd.
Do something that makes you smile this weekend! I’m taking five boys (!) to see The Lego Movie. Smiles all around.
image: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
My kids haven’t had a full week of school in over a month. Cabin fever doesn’t even begin to describe the pent up energy and general irritability that we’re experiencing. Saturday the temperature reached 45ºF and it felt like summer. We took two long walks hoping they hold us over until April.
Last Tuesday my kids had yet another snow day so I did what any parent with three bored kids would do on a Tuesday. I hit up Ikea for the Kids Eat Free Tuesday ploy. Of course, I ended up buying stuff so it wasn’t all free. I had a small shopping list going in and stuck to it save for one tempting item.
Meet Mr. Fig. (And, yes, I’m officially a design blogger now.) I have always wanted a fiddle leaf fig but could never justify the money against my consistently black thumb. Fiddle leaf figs love rainforest climates so they aren’t all that common in Ohio and prices usually reflect that contradiction. I’ve seen them from $50-$100+ in local nurseries and home improvement stores.
But when I spotted this guy for only $12.99 at Ikea, I just had to give him a go. If my black thumb conquers all, I’m only out thirteen bucks and I know not to ever buy another fig. He’s so brave, isn’t he?
Getting him to the car was quite comical and I liken it to taking my first newborn out on a cold winter’s day. “Gotta keep him warm! He will freeze! Protect him! We need more blankets! Is he still breathing? Oh, wait. He’s sweating.”
I left him on a trolley inside the store while the kids and I fetched the car and warmed it up all nice and toasty like. Only then did Mr. Fig leave the building. (In my defense it was 0ºF.) I don’t know much about plants but it seems reasonable that they can suffer frostbite much like a human. That was my thinking anyway. And I wasn’t going to jeopardize the one shot I had at a fig. He survived the car ride and I promptly ran him inside while my kids waited in the car. Figs > kids.
The planter is vintage (I bought it at our house’s estate sale) and I picked up a cheap stand on wheels so I can move Mr. Fig around easily. When it’s spray-painting season, I’ll probably paint the stand. I haven’t actually transplanted him to the pot yet. Waiting for a warm day?
I did some reading up on figs and decided my guy would probably do best in front of the french doors in the kitchen. (Ahem, sneak peek of my workspace. Full reveal coming soon!) He should receive plenty of indirect light from the north-facing doors and skylights. The doors lead to our grilling patio and, seeing as how we haven’t grilled anything for nearly three months and probably won’t for another two, we don’t use them right now. When it’s warmer and we’re no longer using the fireplace, I’d like to roll him over to the TV wall (similar to the location of our Christmas tree) but I think he’d shrivel up over there in the winter with all the dry heat. I have a feeling this guy is going to get moved around a lot. So happy he’s on wheels.
The other evening Steve asked, “So, is this thing staying here?”
This thing, I thought. Hmph. Clearly, he has no idea what high stature the fiddle leaf fig has in the design community. Forgive him. He knows not what he sees.
Me: Why? You planning on doing some grilling tonight?
Steve: Well, no. But I might someday.
Me: I’m going to move him over by the TV when it gets warmer but the fireplace would fry him right now.
Steve: Did you just refer to it as “him”?
So he’s living here for now. So far, so good. These days our house is really dry with the fireplace or furnace running. Before Mr. Fig came to live with us, we were considering the purchase of a humidifier but haven’t acted on the thought yet. I read to water figs thoroughly and allow the soil to dry out in between waterings which has equated to watering every three days over the past week. That will probably vary as the seasons change and it’s going to take some effort and attention on my part but I’m fully committed at this point.
I’ll let you know how it goes. In the meantime, I’ll take any advice or tips you have to offer. I’ve heard occasional showers (in the bathroom) can do wonders for figs. I might be the weird mom throwing her kids in the shower with a tree.
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
The things that put a twinkle in my eye…
*The house that isn’t.
*Sequins + pockets. (a.k.a. the dress I wore to Alt.)
*Coming home to this and hearing “we missed you 1,200%!”
*A kitchen in the middle of a room. I love it when people think outside the box.
*My business card on Heather’s blog. Do you spy it?
*Ikea goes glam.
*My new phone case. (I’ve been living precariously without one for the last year.)
*We’re big American Idol fans over here. It’s rubbing off.
Do or make something that makes you smile this weekend! Peace out, friends.
image: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
Hey everyone! I survived Alt and will be sharing a synopsis of my experience later on this week. In some ways it was what I expected and in other ways not. To be continued…
Mabrey is almost twenty-two months old and still takes a bottle. (Per our pediatrician’s recommendation, I give her coconut milk due to an issue with dairy.) She refuses to drink milk from anything but her bottle. I’m not worried but I think it’s interesting to see how my views on the topic have changed from baby #1 to baby #3.
When my boys (now 8 & 5 years old) were babies, the day they turned one I got rid of all bottles. I breastfed them both but they stopped nursing and started bottles on their own before age one. At the time, I thought I was doing the “right” thing by banning bottles when they turned a year old. They didn’t fight me on the matter but it did take them a few weeks to accept milk from a cup.
With Mabrey, it’s almost laughable to see how far I’ve loosened the mama reins. And it’s not just the bottle, either. I’m more flexible all around, figuratively speaking. What’s that Mabrey? You wanna stay up late and dance naked in the living room to pop music? You wanna eat food off the floor? You want me to read you books instead of lay you down for a nap? …oh, okay.
I hadn’t really thought about the bottle thing until recently when someone asked when I had stopped giving Mabrey bottles. I got the look when I said she still took them. Mabrey flat out refused all bottles and solid foods until she was ten months old so when I consider that, she’s only been taking a bottle for a year.
But like I said, I’m not worried. Mabrey doesn’t need a bottle to fall asleep. She doesn’t carry it around with her all day. In fact, she usually feeds herself on a floor pouf in the living room then walks her empty bottle over to the kitchen sink when she’s finished. (She’s the tidiest toddler I’ve ever encountered! She’s always making messes but is quick to clean up.) Although I suppose when a toddler says “I wanna baba o’ milk” maybe it’s time for milk in a cup? Maybe I’m subconsciously okay with the bottle because I know she’s definitely my last baby and I’m trying to milk (sorry for the pun) every last drop of the baby phase?
I don’t have any definite plans to wean Mabrey from her bottle and I don’t think there’s a concrete “right” time for all babies to be weaned. They’re so different in so many ways, aren’t they? Still, I’m curious as to when and how you stopped giving your baby a bottle. If you have more than one child, have you loosened the mama reins with subsequent children as well?
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking