sunny saturday

I would like to congratulate Alex and myself for crossing four things off of our list this weekend. We took advantage of the 75-degree weather and perched the kids outside for a fun-filled Saturday afternoon. These are the things I learned: I love being outside but hate yard work, blowing leaves is way more difficult than it looks (and not as much fun, I might add) and raking with a baby attached to your chest is not very efficient. But here's a look at the the things we did accomplish:

- throw out the doormat in the kitchen
- stack up on air filters for hallway vent
- get a flower box for one of the front windows (um...do I need to plant something now?)
- get light for side porch and install

And here's a look at the Wheats in action:

Scout was so excited when she found out we'd be "playing" outside that she went all Brandi Chastain and ripped off her shirt.

Catcher was really excited, too...all he had to do all day was run around the yard.

Squirrels were freaking her out...

Catcher dismantled my pile of leaves that took 20 minutes to rake in 2.2 seconds. At least it was good for a chuckle.

Sorry about the unflattering angle, Scout. I know you'll bring it up some day when you hate me for everything.

Let's play pass the baby: I'll take her while you blow the leaves, then you take her while I blow the leaves; I'll take her while you're playing with electricity, then you take her...

idea bulb

Look what I found on etsy. Cute, right? I generally don't have the patience to go sloshing around the site looking for things I don't need--or things I want but don't have the room for until the house sells--but tonight I was playing around and happened up this little guy. Here's his brother:

This light in the wooden variation led me to search for more wood until I happened upon this cheeky little thing:

Quick...can you name the state? If you answered "yes" to the previous, can you name the city represented by the heart? You can even customize where you'd like to place you're heart (how cute!). If only I could think of someone who's heart belongs to this state...

Or maybe this one...

Now that I've started, I could keep going all night with the etsy, but I promised Alex we would watch Survivor from last night. Redemption Island, here we come...

what's in a heart?

Did I neglect to mention that yesterday was Valentine's Day? As you can imagine, I really don't like Valentine's Day (and I'm not saying that in a I'm-a-single-girl-who-really-wants-a-mate-but-says-she-hates-Valentine's sort of way). I'm really not fond of the holiday--although it is the one time of year that I enjoy eating cheap chocolate from a big cardboard box--because hearts and bunnies and sappy cards aren't really my jam. Are bunnies associated with Valentine's Day? Maybe not, but here are a few things that should be...

Hugs not drugs? Sometimes you have to say drugs not hugs. Either way, I love Jonathan Adler's quirky needlepoint pillows.

Only the late (and genius) Alexander McQueen could create such a desirable juxtaposition of opposites with this skull heart ring. I heart it.

This bracelet is constructed of hearts and inspired by Disney. Hearts and Disney are two things I would normally turn up my nose to, but there are times when two wrongs make a right (especially when Tom Binns is behind it!).

What can I say? I'm a sucker for some tacky heart tattoo art. Just wrap it up with my Whitman's Sampler and call it a day.

status update

The only thing I managed to cross off the list this week wasn't actually on the list (remember the Drano?), and it also doesn't count because I still have a slow draining sink...or whatever the technical lingo is. So there you have it. I still have a clogged sink and nothing crossed off my list.

little miss sunshine

Finally! It was 60 degrees in Charlotte today (isn't that the reason we moved here in the first place?). So how better to spend a warm Sunday afternoon in February than tearing up the playground with the kids? Actually, Catcher was really the only one tearing it up as he climbed up the slide and down the rock wall, but Scout held her own on the baby swing. Check out these snapshots--courtesy of my Hipstamatic app--that showcase a picturesque afternoon in the park (maybe one that could have taken place in the 60's, but picturesque nonetheless).

risky business

There are many ways in which I'm blessed to have a son, but perhaps the most profound is learning the exact age that a guy begins to entertain himself by dancing around the house in his underwear: 2 years, 7 months and 3 days. This afternoon, Catcher amused me with his own interpretations of itsy-bitsy spider, twinkle twinkle little star and the alphabet song while tapping his foot and singing into a drumstick (which, incidentally, he calls a baseball bat) in front of the fireplace. I know he'll hate me for this some day, but I couldn't let a moment like this go by uncaptured:

fashion meets design

In honor of New York's fashion week, I dedicate this post to some fabulous collaborations between fashion and interior design...

Alexander McQueen for The Rug Company

Oscar de la Renta for Century

Oscar de la Renta for Lee Jofa fabrics

Diane von Furstenberg

Vivienne Westwood for The Rug Company