The Wheels on the Bus

The kids and I rode the bus today. It was their first time. The last time I tried taking public transportation, it was in downtown Atlanta. Clark and I were going to the U2 concert and we got horribly lost. Not only did I miss a portion of the show, but getting lost in downtown Atlanta is scary enough to make any person swear off riding the city bus for all eternity. But I got a wild hair over my Ezekiel bread this morning and thought, heck. We are due for a little spontaneity. So, the kids and I put on our adventure pants and navigated the bus route to the library for toddler reading hour. I don’t know who was more excited to be riding the bus, the kids or me. While Salem showed a particular dislike for my jazzy rendition of “the wheels on the bus” Mia proudly announced to the entire cab that she pooped. Over and over and over again. Seems somebody is getting ready to potty train. Our Beasley Family Public Transportation Adventure was going swimmingly until Mama Llama forgot to check the weather forecast. The skies parted just as we were singing the final verse of “Open Shut Them” at reading hour which meant the 9 minute walk back to our bus stop would be a soggy one. Luckily, Daddy was having lunch nearby and was able to come and pick us up. So even though we sort of cheated by having Clark come rescue us in the rain, I am proud to say that we have  now been thoroughly schooled in the ways of Charlotte’s public transportation system. The world is our oyster as long as we can keep the whole “inbound-outbound-uptown-downtown-happy-all-the-time” thing straight.

Sneak Peek: The Sunroom

Hey! Hey! A few weeks ago, I posted about this beautiful space in my new house.

Sunroom? Creative learning space? Tile floor angels? Is it all coming back to you now?

Well, I don’t typically like to display “works in progress”, but the kids and I are having so much fun in this room, I’ve almost completely neglected the rest of the house. Clark is still teaching guitar lessons from the dining room, and my dresser drawers are still taking up space in the living room. Completely un-blog-worthy material. This room however, is starting to make my heart go pitter patter.


Will you check out that counter space! Perfectly out of reach of little fingers, so I can safely keep unfinished projects lying around. As for the colored bags… well, those are for grouping colored blocks and other stuffed toys. What can I say… the pre-school teacher in me is in full bloom.

The hideous vertical box contains another set of Ikea Expedit shelves. These higher shelves will keep things like legos and crayons just out of reach but accessible enough to enjoy on a regular basis.

And then just beyond the fence…

Mommy’s little creative oasis…
I have always wanted to have a sewing station… a space to get in touch with my inner-Martha Stewart whenever the mood hits. Now, I not only have a sewing station and a place to hide needles, pins, and other notions, but I can still keep an eye on my cherub-faced little dependents whenever I get the urge to whip up a throw pillow case or curtain panel. #Bliss

I have loads more inspiration for this space, but this is what we’ve been able to pull together in a week and a half. Now, if I can just find the inspiration to tackle the laundry…

Don’t Be Last

Thanks to all of you that commented, phoned, and texted me with your support and encouragement on Saturday– Race Day/Beasley Moving Day. When I announced that I was running the Charlotte RaceFest on Moving Day, I had a few friends admit to me that they thought I was officially suffering from a nervous breakdown. I assured them that I haven’t…. yet… but be sure to tune in next time.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I submit this as proof that this actually happened…..

If you can get past the Goofy Victory Grin and the outta control ponytail, I’d just like to point out that I  WASN’T LAST!!! This being my first half-marathon, I set out to simply finish without having to walk any portion of the race. The night before the big day, however, I lay awake thinking, “Not only do I want to finish… I want to finish before the last guy does.” Right around mile four, I told myself that if I could just out-run the power-walker, the backwards jogger, and the girl in the highlighter-pink T-shirt that read, “Don’t Be Last”, I would satisfy my inner-challenger. And I did! If you’ve ever run a road race, you know that the sideline cheerleaders are the ultimate speed-inducer. There were people sitting out in front of their houses with their blankets and their coffee mugs clapping and cheering. One woman veered off course to kiss her husband {well, I assume it was her husband} holding a sign that said, “This isn’t the hardest thing you’ve ever done.” And you know what, it’s true! Any of you that have given birth {or suffered an actual nervous breakdown} can attest to that. A slumber party of middle school girls met us at the end of their driveway in their pjs with a string of high-fives, and at one point, I was so motivated, I started clapping for the police officer who was directing the race traffic. I felt the neighborhood love and what can I say, I simply wanted to give back.

All of that, and this was waiting for me just beyond the finish line…

Hugs and congrats from Team Salina {or Team Mommy for two out of the four little ones}. Even the onsie was sporting #runthistown on the back. Seriously, way to make a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown feel like a total rock star. The race adrenaline lasted me through the Beasley Family Epic Move of 2012 later that day. I was so amped, I couldn’t fall asleep that night. Sore {good heavens was I sore} but amped, nonetheless.

Speaking of this-isn’t-the-hardest-thing-you’ve-ever-done… I have to go dig my family out from beneath a sea of moving boxes. Updates and pics of the new pad to come…

Have a great week, and DON’T BE LAST!

Inspired to Repurpose

I brought some things over to our new home yesterday {even though our official move in date is April 14th}, and my repurposing brain went into overdrive. The truth is, this place has more space than any house we’ve ever called home. Not to mention, this is the first house we’ve ever lived in that wasn’t attached to someone else’s address. We have lived in an apartment or a duplex ever since we became a Mr. & Mrs. Now that I think about it, I haven’t lived in a house since my pre-college and thus my pre-dormitory days. I feel like a grown up… a big girl… a resident of the real world {which, let’s face it is grossly overrated}. I just completed my 2011 tax NO-return which I would happily trade for final exams and bad cafeteria food any day of the week. Sigh.

They say a good designer shops in her own home to find new purpose for old things. Thus the repurposing brain. As soon as we unload the last box into our new abode, I plan to raid every antique consignment mall and second-hand shop in search of unique stylings for our new space. In the meantime, I will be shopping the Beasley Estate for free furnishings. I love absolutely everything about this home featured in BHG’s Home Decorating: Bargain Buys Made Beautiful. As luck would have it, I just so happen to have some of the items featured in my favorite spaces.

It is a relief to know that a hideous buffet table can serve a greater purpose when covered with neutral fabric.

Books grouped by color and paint brushes in a glass jar. I think we can manage that.

Slap a tray on top of a wicker chest {which I just so happen to be in possession of} and voila… A side table!

At least there is some light at the end of the tax refund-less tunnel. Now, if I could just figure out how to double one of Clark’s amps as a jacuzzi tub.

Mia’s Magic Canopy Bed

You may or may not remember that I spent the better part of my third trimester with Mia sewing these curtains.

{Pause to console my three-year-old who is deathly afraid of a singing clown on DVD.
Truth is… he scares me too}

Hey there, welcome back. Where was I? Oh yes, third-trimester-nursery curtains. Mia’s room in our current house sports two walls of windows. The new house requires about an 1/8th of the drapery. So what am I going to do with all of this extra material?

The answer is almost always, Apartment Therapy.

I came across this post of not one, but TEN Ways to Get the Canopy Look Without Buying a New Bed. Don’t you think bed canopies are so wistful and feminine? Just like my Mia…which is why I’ve claimed “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” by The Police as her theme song. I wonder which song my parents dedicated to me as a kid…. She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor.

 I’ll be sure to post pics of Mia’s Magic Canopy. In the meantime… dance like you’ve never danced before.