4.08.2015

Utah House: Part I


 Moving from California to Utah has been a little sad, but one thing that makes me happy is the cheap housing.
When we were house hunting we were shocked at the amount of house you could get for your money.
There were a lot of brand new craftsman style homes, but they had small rooms and hardly any storage space. We would of had to wait 6-8 months while it was built, which I am way too impatient for.

 We ended up buying this house because there is a TON of storage space, which I am obsessed with.

The front room has a pile of boxes has been there since we moved in December. It's all my books. We (and by "we", I mean Jared) are going to build in a ton of bookshelves and make it a mini library, since I have no use for a formal living room.
I hate everyone so it's not like I have a ton of visitors.




The antique piano came with the house, which is awesome since none of us play the piano. And it's not like I'm going to start. I firmly gave up the piano as a young girl since my teacher's house smelled like mold and dog feces.




Notice if you will, Ryan trying to point his butt at the camera and Tyler eating way to many corndogs. It's always classy at the Scott's house.



The kitchen has an amazing amount of cabinet space. 1/4 of them are empty and it makes my neat-freak heart happy. We are going to paint the ceilings, trim and baseboards white so it's not so brown. Maybe the brown is good though since my kids are dirty and poop everywhere.

Kitchen desk that is usually was more cluttered than this picture.




The mudroom is deliciously big.

 


There are two pantrys. One in the kitchen and one across from the mudroom. I obviously dont have that much food, since I never cook. So I use it as a Mormon Girl Supplies/all the kids toys/Preschool crap room.



One of the BEST things about our house is these toilet paper holders. Do you know how much time I save by just sliding the roll on? Probably only like 15 seconds, but it feels like a lot more.




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4.03.2015

Rock Tit Craft


My new house is bare.


I'm no decorating genius, I save my genius for drawing dirty pictures and cleaning up kid poop.
My usual plan for decorating go like this:

1. Look at my empty house and feel like a failure of a Mormon mom.
2. Obsess over Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware catalogs.
3. Remember I am cheap.
4. Throw away said catalogs.
5. Switch obsession to cute DIY blogs.
6. Become excited about possibilities.
7. Drive to store.
8. Remember I suck at this.
9. Buy tons of candy.
10. Go home to bare house and eat all of previously bought candy.


Our house has 4 bedrooms on the main level, but I make the boys share a room. I could totally let them have their own rooms but then when I put their laundry away I would have to go to 2 different rooms, and that is not going to happen.

I needed to do something for the boy's room though.

I saw these awesome metal letters and bought them. I tried to hand them up but they were too small for the room and looked stupid.

I reached deep inside my Mormon girl self and came up with a crafty-pants idea.
I nailed fabric to painting canvas, and nailed the letters over that.

I went to hang them up and realized my kid's initials spell "RT", which is a universal acronym for "Rock Tit".







You know, when you get cold and your nips stick out everywhere? That's Rock Tit. Embarrassing.

I have to rearrange their entire room so the initials would not remind me of people's nips standing at attention.





It's still pretty bare, but better than nothing! (Which is also what I say to myself when I let my kids run around in their undies.)


amen.




3.30.2015

Creepy Tyler


It is with a heavy heart that I admit this, but my sweet little baby Tyler is a Creeper.
On March 5, he turned ONE. I never imagined that my child would harbor such frighting habits.




T-Bag is alarmingly happy and smiling all the time.
He has been exhibiting this creepy behavior since he was 2 months old. I thought the constant smiling was just a stage that would wear off eventually, but clearly it's not.




He often stares at people with a disturbing baby grin until the person looks back at him. Then he gets all excited and his eyes get big and crazy with excitement.




 Just ask my brother Matthew, who is often a victim.

If a stranger holds him, he smiles.
When he wakes up, he's smiling.





When I feed him gross food, he smiles.




He gets hurt and has a bloody nose, he smiles.








If I forget to buckle the straps of the carseat, he smiles.




When I get mad at him or tell him "NO!", you guessed it, he's smiling.




What a creeper. 


Oh yeah, 1 year old stats:
20 pounds - 15 percentile
I forgot everything else the doctor said since I am a bad mom.