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Hi! My name is Crystin. I am a "homemaker" in training I suppose. My resume is pretty extensive. I am currently an {okay} cook, a boo boo kisser, a playmate, a jungle gym, bug catcher, butt wiper... I think I'm missing butcher, {I'm not a} baker, and candle stick maker. We will put a pin in that. I am a stay at home mom to two boys and a wife to a pretty awesome husband who thinks I'm pretty awesome too. I love learning new things, tricks, tips, recipes, cleaning technique. I really love being a Home Maker and I am always still learning. I have a strange sense of humor sometimes but I always try to be honest. Motherhood is hard and I am doing the best I can with what I have. A mother's life is dirty, messy, fun, silly, pretty gross sometimes...it's exhausting, enjoyable and all in all, a darn good time.

Monday, June 11, 2012

DIY Fabric Refresher-No Residue

I love Febreeze, but I hate the price tag. I have been looking for a cheap way to make a fabric refresher at home. I have tried some with Baking Soda...don't know what I was thinking. The baking soda is supposed to dissolve in the water, but never does. It was a bear trying to shake all the baking soda up everytime I wanted to use the refresher. It wasn't even worth the time and effort. Not to mention, the baking soda will pool at the bottom and clog the sprayer. Disaster. So here's the recipe I found here. I tried it for the first time this a.m. and I have to say I am pleased. The fragrance I chose was Fresh Linen. I used 40 drops. The linen scent is very light... I am going to try another scent next time for sure. I sprayed this stuff only on my tattered rugs I have around the house to see how it works and if there are any bad side affects before I started using it like crazy like I do with the other fabric refreshers.

I loved the idea of adding vodka because it antimicrobial and I thought that would be perfect on the bathroom rugs and so on.  There is absolutely no vodka smell once you spray it. The alcohol disperses.  I will update the post once I know for sure it's okay.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Kiddo Car Wash

What's better than being outside on a gorgeous day? Using bubbles and water to clean all the toy cars in our backyard. I filled up a bucket of soap, gave them two rags and let them go to work. They LOVED washing their cars and getting filthy from the water bucket. They were drenched and loving every second. We washed their cars and basically that evolved into washing everything in the backyard...from the fence to the rose bushes. Everything now has a nice sheen of Gain dish soap. Smells pretty darn good outside if you ask me.




Snack PicNic

After a tiring morning washing their cars, it was time for a snack. The weather is too nice to come in right now so we pulled out our finest towel, most impressive table scape and threw an impromptu pic nic on the porch.


What a feast! Graham crackers, chewies and apples...not to mention, the expensive "wine" (juice of course). It was a world class pic nic on the porch sort of day.

"Guys... I don't Mommy likes this game very much"-Jerry

He's right....Mommy didn't like this game very much.  Leave it to a father and two boys to make up a game that involves pelting a small defenseless play cottage with oversized blocks. I come home from work yesterday and Jerry says "Boys! Why don't you show mommy our block game"... The boys perk up and everyone goes upstairs. I should have known that it was something bad when Jerry turns to me and says as he motions to tiny door on the children's play cottage..."You gotta get in, lay with your head protected under this blue table thing and your butt and legs come out this way." Imagine my surprise when I realized the "you" he was referring to was...me. "What do you mean? I LAY in this house? For..what?" I managed to get that sentence out as he's shoving me through the door. So I squish in as instructed...my head is securely under the blue table thingy for safety and my butt and legs are "out this way".  I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the first BANG...Then the second... I soon realize MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN ARE THROWING OVERSIZED HARD BLOCKS INTO THE COTTAGE...AS I LAY THERE, defenseless.  I wasn't able to think about that reality because I was too busy in the fetal position hoping that the little blue thingy was securely covering my head. WHO DOES THIS???

The kids were having a blast..me, not so much...but they were giggling like hyenas.

I managed to take some pictures when it was Jerry's turn in the death trap.


 Leave it to Lucas to pick up a fire truck and try to chuck that into the cottage.