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10 things I never thought I would say to my child

He's not exceptional but he's special to us.

1. No, you've had enough hummus.
2. This is sand, you play in it. No, please don't cry! It's ok to get dirty...
3. You don't need to clean your hands in between each bite at dinner.
4. Your diaper is dry, it doesn't need to be changed.
5. Can I have a turn vacuuming? 
6. We can't go for a run right now. [We've already gone for a run today.]
7. It's ok that [it] spilled, we'll clean it up when you're done. 
8. You don't need to wash your hands.
9. You want to say another prayer? This will be the 1043894832nd one today!
10. You can't wear your shoes to bed [in the bath].

True story.


The Crafty Campbells

With our big move approaching I've been working to finish projects that I either started and never finished or never started to begin with. 
I recently finished two and am so proud I thought I would share and shake my tail feather.

The first project was to organize the mess of cords we owned. We had a designated area for cords but no organization and things would often become tangled or lost. The inspiration from the project came from here. I horded toilet paper rolls for weeks (and even stole some from the recycling bin when I went home to visit family). Initially I used duct tape to hold the rolls in place but quickly learned that was not a good idea so I switched to a hot glue gun. The final project is efficient but ugly. If I were to do it again I would cover the outer box with wrapping paper or fabric to dress it up. While going through cords to put in the box we found several that we no longer had the electronics for so I had JC take them to Staples for recycling. :)

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With the exception of Hulk's crib, our bed, and the bookshelves all of our furniture is second hand. Either from craigslist or family. Around the time we were married my mom found a dining room set for us (I think the story is someone was moving and didn't want to take them?). 
It's a nice set, we love it. 
But over time, a moldy pumpkin, and a toddler that is constantly climbing up and down the chairs the fabric wore out.

So I went to my favorite place ever (aside from the temple): google.
Which led me to youtube. The videos were straightforward and made it look easy.
It's not. Seriously.
Taking the chair cushions off was not a problem. I borrowed my mil's drill and was done in less than ten minutes. There was one screw that wouldn't come out so I took a rubber mallet to it... but that's another story.

Enjoying homemade bread while playing under the chairs
I dragged JC to JoAnn's to pick out fabric. It turns out they were having a 50% off sell on their upholstery fabric. Perfect timing? I think so. Thanks HG. We had a spat in the store about which fabric print to pick. In the end we figured that whatever we buy is only going to last 5-10 years and then we'll be doing this again so we went with JC's favorite and next time I'll chose.
For six chairs we bought two yards of fabric; this covered the chairs perfectly.

Mommy's little helper
The next step was pulling the staples out of the seat to remove the old fabric and then staple on the new. I could not remove a single staple. And apparently I stink at using a staple gun. What was supposed to be my project JC ended up doing the bulk of. 
Isn't he great?

The final product



We have a bike trailer that has been around Diamond Lake, Crater Lake, and parts of the Oregon Coast. We also use it around town to bike to the High School, work, or church. But not so much recently since loosing our bike lock cable *birthday present? 
Friday afternoon, Hulk and I were biking to meet a friend and her little minions at a park. Well, I was biking, Hulk was enjoying the view from the trailer while protesting his helmet. 
As we approached a street perpendicular to the one we were on I noticed a car rolling up to the stop sign. The driver was looking the opposite direction and rolled right into the trailer as I crossed in front of him. I don't think the man even realized there was a trailer, he just noticed me in front of him, bike on the ground, and asked if I was ok as he got out of his car. I responded that I just wanted to make sure my child was ok. Hulk had, up until that point, sat calmly in the trailer, car bumper a foot from his face. He started screaming when I took him out and would not let me put him down to check him or take off his helmet for another ten minutes.
The man was very nice, gave me all his contact information and waited with me for a good twenty minutes until my friend was able to round up her minions and give me and Hulk a ride home. JC and I decided that the trailer was beyond repair and so the man bought us a new one. It'll be here in two weeks. Just in time for another bike trip on the coast. 
(our last one before our move to bearcat country)

I pulled the trailer out today to scrap parts from it. Hulk thought we were going for a ride and climbed right in. Glad to know he's not traumatized :)
You can't tell in the pictures but the frame is severely bent.

This evening we watched Meet the Mormon. It doesn't answer questions on church doctrine or history but gives a nice example of what it means to practice the Mormon faith. Today I was able to celebrate my motherhood. I have a set amount of years to try and shape this kicking, screaming, dirty ball of clay I call my son into a man and then I have to give him back to the God who gave him to me so he can do His work. 
I look forward to that day with sadness and trepidation.
But also joy.
A little over 16 years to go until I'm a missionary mom.  


Favorite Part of My Day

In addition to working during the day I work four nights of the week. Usually I leave just before 6 and I'm not back until close to 9:30. This means I miss putting Hulk down for bed. Some nights I miss dinner too. But that's maybe one of the four nights.

On the nights that I don't work I get to play with Hulk until close to 7, give him a bath, brush his teeth, change his diaper, and rock him to sleep in my arms while singing primary songs. 
It's pretty awesome.
After he falls asleep I spend another half hour holding him - sometimes longer just smelling his hair, listening to him snore, and feeling him twitch as he goes through the different sleep cycles.