4/14/10

Did you know March was National Craft Month?

Neither did I, but according to Joanne's Fabrics it was. Maybe that's why I had this urge to make clothes for the boys.

First, one of Mike's old sweaters with a moth hole became a vest for Max & a cardigan for Tate.
I didn't take a picture of the cardigan by itself, & sadly it somehow got mixed up in the wash and shrank enough to fit a Barbie doll now. At least he wore it once first.

Max is ticked that we are blocking "his shows" trying to take this picture.


Originally, this old shirt of mine was just going to become smaller w/a black pirate ship on it for Max. I messed up the collar so used it to make a pirate ship to put on one of his T's. I think I'll make one for Tate now too.


I also made myself a couple ruffle T-shirts & one with some little flower embellishments. I couldn't bring myself to pay $60+ for the cute ones at J-Crew. I'll post those later. Tate had his shots yesterday and is not happy with me being on the computer.

4/2/10

Bowling & Sweet Potatoes

Today was a momentous day for the Brownstein Family.
2 very important 1sts occurred:


Tate ate his 1st food, sweet potatoes!
(do you spell that with an 'e' or just add an 's'? I'm never sure)

We've been giving him rice cereal for almost a month now & he hates it. He wouldn't take it off a spoon so we had to switch to a very high tech, special, customized bottle. Yup, a bottle with the nipple cut off. (Why does writing that make me flinch a little?)

Mike worked from the Pasadena office today, so we picked him up from work and headed off for an outing Mike has been dying to do for a while now.

The bowling alley had some raging music going. We totally rocked out to "Girls Just Want to Have Fun".


Pics of the big day:

Despite his lack of smiles, Max was having a blast. He rarely let Mike or I have a turn. He bowled 2 games by himself, occasionally switching it up and trying granny style.

What is this deliciousness Mommy?




Oh, & Tate got his 1st tooth on Monday, 2nd on Tuesday.
No wonder it felt like his cold was dragging on.