life and puppies

This past weekend was so beautiful, I decided the only logical way to honor it was by painting this piece of furniture:

See it there? Behind Bear’s Learning Tower or whatever it’s called? Under the fireplace? In front of the windows? Yeah, there’s a little too much going on there. Here it is, outside:

You see, it’s a dark green. Which basically goes with nothing in our house. Nor do I want it to. So, I decided that it needed to be changed. Off came the drawers.

And then AO attempted to sand it.

But that really didn’t work at all. So, I just primed it.

And spray painted the drawer fronts.

And painted the rest of it white.

Well, not all of it. I didn’t think it was necessary to paint the inside of the drawers. Geesh.

And spray painting the pulls was a little nerve-racking, but I think it was ultimately a good idea. Even if I’m going to need to go over them one more time. Voila!

Back in place.

Phoebe loves it.

Bear has recently entered the dreaded “Why?” phase. Why this, why that. For example, the following type of exchange is not uncommon:

Me: Molly, will you please eat your egg?

Molly: Why?

Me: Because I don’t want you to get hungry later.

Molly: Why?

Me: Because I love you.

Molly: Why?

Me: Honestly, I’m not sure right now.

Lucky for us, though, she’s also entered the previously-unknown-to-me “baby” phase. This probably sounds bad, but it’s not. She has started calling littler things “baby whatever.” For example, she calls shredded cheese “baby cheese.” This morning I told her it was raining, but when we went outside she discovered it was really just sprinkling. So she told me that it was “baby rain.” Swoon.