I still haven’t decided about my hair. I REALLY REALLY want to cut it, it’s like some weird compulsion. But I probably won’t end up doing it because that means I have to make the time to go to a hairstylist. And that some time needs to be when Alan can watch Isabelle. Eh, who has the time?

Now to the point of this post, pottery. We picked them up on Saturday.

This is how it looked before firing and here’s the after:

Alan asked me where I want to put my plate. I was thinking we’d be using it. But he’s worried about it breaking. But don’t people usually use the pottery they paint?

And here is Isabelle’s piggy bank. I would never have guessed, from the before picture, that it would have turned out with these colors.

And you know what? We have so much change that she’s already filled the piggy up. Alan says we should get another piggy bank, a bigger one. Oooh that means more pottery painting. Yay!

I don’t particularly like going to Ikea. Well, that’s because I don’t like shopping. Ikea is sort of a form of hell for me and Alan. Sort of like the mall. All the people, the lines going through the showrooms, and oh my gawd the creepy bathroom that I had to use because I’m pregnant and the baby was pushing on my bladder.

Very creepy bathroom. The woman before me had left toilet paper, wet toilet paper, all over the seat. And it was all over the floor. Ok, yuck! What was she doing in there?! I actually checked my shoes afterwards to make sure I wasn’t dragging toilet paper around behind me, there was so much everywhere.

But going to Ikea with Isabelle is actually fun. We went on Saturday and I didn’t even notice the press of people because I was too busy watching her toss her kitty into anything that could open.

Isabelle must have thought it was the freaking funnest place ever. Mostly every single picture I took, she had a big smile on her face.

And she got to leave with this little play kitchen.

And yes this post is titled Ikea weekend. We loved it so much we went back the next day! Ok not really on the love part. But we did go back. One of the pieces to a dresser was broken so we had to bring it back. Did you know that you just need to bring back the broken piece and not the whole entire two heavy boxes, one of which fell on Alan’s pinky toe? Good to know for next time.

Isabelle loves her play kitchen.

And I love that the burners light up.

How awesome is that?! I think that’s what pushed me over to buying it. I’ve been wanting to buy her a play kitchen for ages or make her one. But I never have. But stick one in front of me with light up burners? Eeeek MUST. BUY. NOW. I’m a dork.

Do you know Isabelle loved it so much she actually kissed it? And the first night she cried because it wasn’t in the bedroom with us. We’ve been having pretend crabby patties and soup made for us for days. It’s too cute.

I think I need to make her a little chef’s hat.

Yeah, so last night, Alan moved the crib into the bedroom. It’s a convertible. It changes to a toddler day bed sort of thing and then she can use the back as a headboard with a full size mattress when she gets older.

Isabelle was super excited about it. She climbed in and piled her toys into it and pulled up a blanket and pretended to sleep. But when it came time for bed…she didn’t want to be there.

So, back into our bed she came. And, yes, she still nurses to sleep. Honestly, I can’t even tell if she’s getting any milk but that’s how she’s used to falling asleep. I really thought we’d be done with it by now. But I wasn’t really in a rush to stop because I always hoped we’d get pregnant again and I didn’t want to start fresh so to speak. It took us so long to get nursing down that I absolutely dreaded having to start over with a new baby. So, I’m not going to try to stop her now.

We woke up this morning and I asked Isabelle, why didn’t you want to sleep in your bed? Isabelle’s reply, I want milk and I’m scared. So I said, how about tonight we put your bed right up next to mommy and daddy’s bed?. She was all like, OK!

We’re seriously thinking about getting a mattress to butt up right against our bed. We actually went looking yesterday. But there are so many choices. Isabelle jumped around on a few mattresses but then we left the store without choosing anything.

So, we’ll try again tonight with her little bed right up against ours.

I’ll start with bite my shiny metal ass or in this case, bite my soft fuzzy non-metallic ass. I crocheted a Bender robot.

The plan was to make a robot for my nephew, Ebow. I don’t even know if he wants a robot doll. But I’ve been itching to crochet. So, when I found a Bender crochet pattern out there, I just used what I had, which was white. Because seriously, I was that impatient to crochet.

And I guess it doesn’t really matter what color he is, Ebow doesn’t know what Futurama is. He won’t notice what’s wrong with him, like his wonky little mouth. I’m obviously not good with embroidering on crochet. I had issues with the thread. That’s why the door on his body, is done in yarn.

Maybe Bender won’t even ever get to see Ebow because Isabelle has taken possesion of him. She’s been dragging him everywhere, throwing him around and doing flips with him, just like with the kitty. Maybe he’ll get so dirty he’ll become gray. Eeeewww!

And I tried to have Isabelle sit still and take a picture of him so you can see his actual size. But this is all I could get that day.

I had better luck, the night I finished him, with my cell phone camera.

And onto a different subject, our sleeping arrangements or bite my shiny metal ass, sleeping alone. Because that’s basically how it went.

We moved Isabelle’s bed right next to ours and tried again last night but it didn’t happen. No sleeping on her own. She was laying there and started sniffling. Her and Alan were talking quietly and I don’t know what they were saying. Then Isabelle climbed over Alan towards me and I don’t know what she was saying but she was crying and basically didn’t want to sleep in her own bed. I guess we’ll try again tonight but I doubt she’ll go for it. In fact, she walked over and saw my drawing and said, I don’t want to sleep in my own bed because I love you and want milk.

So yeah, we’ll see how it goes.