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Blanket and Pillow Set

For Christmas, I am making my son a blanket set. Blankets are pretty simple to make, and I decided I could walk you through the process. Since I was going to have all my equipment out anyway making my son’s blankets.

First of all, you’ll need your fabric. For a large blanket that they can grow with and use for a long time, I get a yard and a half. For a pillowcase I’d get a yard. If you don’t need it all, then it’s better to have too much than too little. I prefer fleece and flannel for blankets and pillows just because they’re soft and cuddly.

Second, wash your fabric before you use it. This is important. You have to wash the fabric before you try to work with it.

Pillowcase first:

Measure your pillow. I only say that because I have a thick fat therapeutic pillow that doesn’t fit into a regular sized pillowcase, but my son has a small kid sized pillow. So measure the pillow you’re making the case for. Add about an inch to your dimensions and cut out the base fabric. Then, cut out a contrasting fabric for the end. Length the same as the base fabric, and about 4 inches wide. This will be folded in half, so it gives you a 2 inch casing on the end of your pillow. You’ll end up with 4 pieces as pictured above.

With the casing, you’ll be sewing the two casing pieces onto the two base pieces first. Sew right sides together. Lay flat and iron the seam down. Then fold the other end of the casing over about finger width, and iron that down. Fold over to cover the seam and iron the folded edge, forming the casing. Stitch straight across. I used a zig zag stitch on this part.

I tried a new seam on the actual pillowcase part. This would be for those who don’t own a serger to seal their seams.

I sewed the pillow together wrong sides together, the direction the pillowcase will end up facing. It will look as pictured above when you get it stitched together.

Then flip inside out, and iron it flat. Stitch down again, concealing the unfinished edge inside. Be sure you make the stitch far enough over that it covers the first stitch you made. Flip inside out again and examine your handiwork.

Pillowcases usually take around 30 minutes or less to make, from start to finish.

Blankets are very simple, but due to the larger size, take longer to make.

In general, I fold over the edge and stitch down. With flannel, iron the edge down to make it easier. Then fold over again and zig zag stitch, trapping the unfinished edge on the inside.

The hardest part are the corners. To make a perfectly square corner is fairly painless. All you need to do is cut the corner off. The cut piece will be triangle shape, and your corner will now be a plateau. It will look like the picture above.

Then you can fold both sides down to make a perfect corner and pin down as shown in the photo below. I’d stitch the corners straight across to secure them down before moving on to your edges.

Another way to do the edges of a blanket is to encase it with biased tape, or ribbon. This works well with fleece as folding fleece on top of itself can get fat and cumbersome quickly. It’s a simple fold over the ends and zig zag stitch, as pictured below.

Blankets generally take an hour to hour and half. It may take me longer because I have to pause frequently to attend to children, but that’s my average.

My completed product was a fleece blanket, a flannel blanket and two pillowcases. Simple, but useful.

I know for a fact that I eyeball my sewing way too much. An act I am positive my seamstress mother would be disappointed in. One side of the fleece blanket looks like it could be sold in a store, the opposite edge looks much too haphazard. In regards to my children, they don’t care. But in regards to professionalism I know I need to work on that aspect.

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Sensory Bin

For my son’s birthday, I decided to make a sensory bin for him. For those who may not know what that is, I’ll explain. A sensory bin is typically a plastic tub or a large container of some sort filled with materials and objects carefully selected to stimulate the senses. It can be filled with a large variety of different materials such as shredded paper, water beads, water, pom poms, sand, and more.

This was not the least expensive gift, I will admit, and it did require assembly, but I think he really will enjoy it. Every time we come across kinetic sand he stands there for long periods, fascinated by it. So I knew I needed to include it. Our friend got some water beads and he attempted to get into the tub with them and sit down. So those certainly needed to also be included.

I got a jar of Squoosho’s water beads and Kinetic Sand. I want to emphasis how tiny this jar is. I was shocked when my order arrived and it was a small box. But I also want to make it a point to note how little you need to make a large quantity of beads. This one tiny jar would probably fill a bathtub. The kinetic sand however was smaller than I expected. It’s more dense than plain sand and a smaller amount can weigh more. So the 3 lbs I don’t think was enough, I might go buy another bag. The beads were $9.99, but like I said, you get a lot for that. The sand was $7.29 for 3lbs, but I would go ahead and get the 6lb bag that is $14.

*amendment: I have now learned you shouldn’t get kinetic sand wet, and being in a tote with water beads will get it wet. It’s still functional, but it sticks to your hands after being dampened. So, I now would suggest getting just plain sand.

I found a tote for $9.95. It’s a flat one designed to fit under a bed. I could’ve done fine with a smaller size, but this one is large enough both my kids can play in it and not be all over each other. The only issue I have now with the size I got is that the amount of sand is smaller than I’d guessed, but the water beads are so plentiful, they make up for it.I got some tiny plastic dinosaurs and reptiles in those assortment tubes. A couple large dinos from the Dollar Tree, and two large rocks my older child collected on nature walks.I wanted this to be the land and water with the sand and beads. But, the earth is covered with mostly water so I suppose its accurate. I’m justifying the dinosaurs in the beads with the fact some dinos did infact live in the water. Maybe not those kinds, but some of them did! I may drop back at the Dollar Tree and find a sea dwelling dinosaur. I also put a tiny shovel, and sand castle mold in the box. And then I paired this gift with a front loader truck he can also dig with. I got the truck on sale, so I was able to keep the price down!This gift took a little more effort on my part than other gifts would have, but you can’t buy these either. In total, including the front loader I spent close to $40 for all of this. I actually thought I’d save money making a gift, but I did not. It is worth it though to see my gleeful child happy.

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Teigan Candies

I got Chrissy Teigans new recipe book and guys, I actually love it. I generally don’t go for celebrity cookbooks as they tend to be full of expensive ingredients or tedious processes. We are on a budget, I can’t afford mutton. And I have kids, I don’t have time for a time consuming recipe.

I was so pleasantly surprised with the kinds of recipes I found in her book. I also liked that she included both her parents in the book with childhood recipes they made for her growing up. I seem to have horrible luck making Thai food, but this is almost making me want to try again. I tried probably the easiest recipe first, these peanut clusters.

Perfect for Christmas! For real. If you have a Christmas party or family gathering to attend, these are literal perfection. And pretty quick to make as well. And they are yumm-mmy! So delicious. Of course, I love peanut butter and just nuts in general, so they can’t go wrong. Everybody, go snag this cookbook. It really is the best. You can purchase it, or, probably find it at your local library. Get to snacking!

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Santa Claus

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love Santa Claus. And I like him so much for a couple different reasons.

Santa was real! Or at least Saint Nicholas was real. He was a Turkish monk born around 280 A.D. Which was a long time ago! He inherited a fortune from his parents, but decided to give it all away. He became legend for traveling around the world helping those in need. Helping others is not a bad thing to be known for! The tradition of hanging stockings for Santa to fill came from a legend of St. Nicholas as well. Many years ago, when a woman was married, her parents would give a sum of money to the groom. This was called a dowry. If you were poor and your parents unable to afford to give a groom a dowry, there was the possibility you wouldn’t be able to get married or that you would be trapped in poverty. There was a father like this who had 3 daughters. According to legend Saint Nicholas came one night and left each woman a sock full of enough money for a decent dowry assuring they could marry. This may seem like a crazy origin story, but at the time, the dowry was a big deal that had a huge affect on woman. Giving them the money no doubt aided the family tremendously and his unconditional kindness did not go unnoticed.

Santa Claus came to the US in the 1800s with the Dutch who called him Sinter Klaas. They were also the ones who introduced the making sweet goodies for Santa and being good to get presents from him. His story quickly caught on with American families and his popularity soared.

In 1822 Clement Clarke Moore wrote a Christmas poem for his daughters entitled “An Account of a Visit from St Nicholas” in which he described the Jolly Chubby Santa we picture today. It was Thomas Nast, though, who first drew Santa Claus in a red suit and tiny sleigh. Combining these two gave us the image most recognizable as Good Saint Nick. In a very short time the white bearded rosy cheeked jolly old man became the Santa we know and love today.

St Nicholas and later Santa Claus is a man known for joyfully giving. He spends his time helping other people and loves to do so. He does not discriminate because he gives to all the children all over the world. While some parents want to use Santa as a threat to make their kids behave, that’s not what Santa truly is.

The real magic is when you grow out of the childhood wonder and discover a big mystical man doesn’t come down your chimney on Christmas Eve. Because you get to become that magic for someone else. If you are a parent this appears in the sparkle in your children’s eyes. You get to share happiness with the person behind you in the drive thru line by buying their sandwich for them. You get to sit down with a struggling friend and hold them. You get to help the mom juggling her kids and grocery bags by distracting the crying one with silly faces in the checkout line. You can give a gift to the kid who’s parents are frantically working to make ends meet and may not be able to give them a gift.

This Christmas season do something kind for someone you know. Be benevolent to a stranger. Send someone a smile.
What kind of world would we have if everyone tried to be a little bit like Santa?

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Christmas Eve Box

This idea floats around every year, and I decided to dive in a give it a try. We already have a Christmas Eve tradition, and this fits in perfectly.

This is a Christmas Eve box. A gift to be opened on Christmas Eve by the kids. It contains Christmas pajamas, popcorn, hot cocoa, a Christmas book, some candy, and The Polar Express.

Pro Tip: I learned the hard way that Christmas PJs are a common tradition and they sell out quickly. Especially if you want matching ones. I’ve gotten pajamas at Walmart, Target, and Carter’s. Good thing about Carter’s is they have decent sales and coupons. But I’ve taken to buying the pajamas before Thanksgiving just to be sure I’d get the ones I wanted.

After it’s opened, we get everyone into their pajamas and read the book. Then we make the popcorn and cocoa. We drag every pillow, stuffed animal and blanket into the livingroom and build a fort. Grab the snacks and turn on the Polar Express.

The kids usually fall asleep in the livingroom, and we carry them to bed and tuck them in.

It’s a warm and cozy tradition, and I love it.

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15 Bean Soup

My grandpa used to make this amazing soup that tasted so perfect it’d make you lost in a moment of bliss. He, of course, never wrote the recipe down, and then he forgot what he put in it. I tried for years to recreate that perfect flavor but failed, again and again. Finally, I’ve gotten close enough to satisfy me.

Cajun 15 bean soup dry beans

Half the cajun soup seasoning

Kielbasa

Chicken or Beef broth or bullion

Garlic (to taste)

Lemon Pepper

Paprika

Cayenne

Cumin

Parsley

Salt and Pepper

Lemon Juice

Chopped onion

Diced Tomato

I use the bag of cajun bean soup, but set the flavor packet aside.

You will need to soak the beans overnight, or if you forget like I do half the time bring to boil for 10 minutes and then sit for an hour. The beans will need to be cooked for a couple hours. One of my secrets is that I don’t cook the beans in water. I use half broth and half water, or I’ll drop a bullion cube in the pot if I don’t have any broth. After the beans get underway, get to chopping the other ingredients. Add the meat after the beans have been cooking about 30 minutes, but hold off on the veggies.

After about an hour on the stove add the tomatoes and onions, spices and lemon juice. I don’t measure the spices, to do so would be a disgrace to the way my grandfather cooked. Then it’s just a waiting until the beans are fully cooked through. Probably about another 45-60 minutes, but just keep checking until the beans are soft. Keep warm until you are ready to serve. It also warms up nicely for leftovers.

This soup is perfect for a cold day, or a warm day, really it’s perfect for any day! My kids love it, my husband loves it and it warmly reminds me of my grandpa. This is delish family recipe that really doesn’t cost much and makes a good quantity.

Of course I suggest it.

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December Babies

Everyone has heard about people who have December birthdays and hate them. Having a child born in December means I’ve got to make an effort to keep his birthday special.

One of the biggest things I’ve heard from December babies is how their parents would just let them pick a gift from under the tree early, or wrap it up in Christmas paper. They’d get a Christmas themed cake and party. Christmas over shadowed their entire birthday while summer babies get an entirely seperate holiday on their birthdays. So for our family, this means I need to make the point to keep his birthday separated from Christmas. His gifts are never wrapped in Christmas paper or bags. His cake is always birthday themed and never red or green. We don’t put any gifts under the tree until after his birthday is over. He never gets his Christmas gifts for his birthday, meaning he gets the same amount of gifts as his brother for Christmas and other gifts for his birthday. This forces me to start planning his birthday early so I am able to fit all his gifts and everything for Christmas into the budget. But it keeps his birthday a birthday and not just another ornament on Christmas.

Another issue I’ve heard about December birthdays is that kids get regifted, unwanted Christmas gifts at their parties. This is something I as the parent can’t really control. My birthday is in January, but I don’t remember this being a thing, but I also don’t remember the gifts I got, so it’s possible it happened. My only solution to this is to teach my kids to value good friendships. My goal isn’t to encourage them to stack up as many friends as they can, but to nurture good friendships. While I’m sure there will be a year when he wants to invite his entire class to his party, I’m hoping they learn quality over quantity. So if that means they have smaller parties with their besties, I’m ok with that. But I also hope that means they receive gifts from those friends that aren’t regifted white elephant gifts their friends didn’t want.

I don’t really know if my efforts will ensure my son will love his birthday beyond degree, but hopefully it means he won’t hate it beyond degree.

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Little Christmas Tree

One of the traditions I’ve started with my family is that everyone gets a new ornament each year. When the kids got big enough, they picked out their own ornaments. It’s an event now. Going out to the store, picking out everyone’s ornament and then going home to put them on the tree.

A couple years ago, an old boss gave me some little trees she’d used for table center pieces. I’m guessing she got them from somewhere like Michael’s.

I kept one for each of us so that the ornaments from Christmases past could be put on them and then placed in the child’s room. So each kid has their own personal tree, filled with their favorite things.

I’m going to need to find bigger trees soon though, as you can see, this one is already full, and this child has only seen 3 Christmases.

This does add a little more expense to the Christmas budget. One way to keep this down is to find the sales. I’ve found that a lot of craft stores put their Christmas stuff on sale fairly early. For example, we got ornaments this year from Joann’s at 60% off. This can usually keep our ornament cost down.

The biggest bonus for me is the fact that my kids love having their own ornaments and personal tree. They run around declaring who’s tree it is. When they grow up, I can give them their ornaments to start their own family Christmas trees with.

Most of all, it brings joy to our home, and that makes it all worth it.

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Precious Ornaments

I have these ornaments, and they’ve been on every tree I can remember. They are a pair of figure skaters, and they were made by my Grandma Fern.

Well, she wasn’t really my grandma. She was my dad’s brother’s wife’s mom. So she was my cousins grandma, but not mine. But she lived down the street from my aunt and uncle and we visited every December.

She did a lot of bead crafting. I can remember her craft room with an entire wall of drawers filled with every color bead you can imagine. She gave me several ornaments over the years and I still have most of them. This pair was one of the first.

She had rheumatoid arthritis, and gradually her hands became more and more stiff. Eventually she became unable to handle the small beads. The last ornament she gave me is a little elf that my son now thinks is his.

Her last few years she developed alzheimer’s and she passed this last year. I’d not thought about it until I pulled all these beaded ornaments out of their boxes and it rushed over me. I hadn’t seen her in the final stages, but in a way, I don’t regret that. In my mind, I still see the smiling face cheerfully showing me how to craft. That’s the face I want to hold onto. That’s the face I remember when I hang this skating couple on my tree.

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Just. Listen.

It’s coming up on the holidays again, and my annual reminder to pay attention and listen to your kids and get to know who they are. Not who you think they should be or how you want them to be, who they are.

This was always glaringly obvious to me during the holidays. I felt ignored and never felt heard throughout the year, but it was amplified on Christmas morning. Because as I opened gifts, I realized none of them seemed to belong to me. They weren’t things I liked or had interest in. It was like my mom was buying gifts for someone else and accidentally wrote my name on the package. Occasionally, they would be what I’d asked for, but the cheapest knock off version possible. But this wasn’t because I asked for expensive gifts or they had no money.

This was displayed best the year I asked everyone to not buy me anything. I was very interested in photography and I wanted a good camera but couldn’t afford one. So I asked everyone to contribute to my savings for a camera and photoshop. Not buy me a camera, just add to my savings for one. My parents response to this was to not tell any of my siblings what I’d said, buy themselves a new camera and gift me their old one. And then gave me several other gifts I don’t even recall.

Or when I asked for an iHome to go with my fancy iPod touch I’d purchased with my own money, they bought me a set of $15 speakers.

When my brother gave me a bottle of sweet red wine from a local winery because he gathered from conversation what kind of wine I liked, my mother gave me a pair of blowout clearance (she proudly told me later) leopard print shoes, because she didn’t know how much I HATE animal print.

It never is the gift itself per se, it’s the underlying knowledge that she didn’t know enough about my likes and dislikes to know how much I hate animal print. Or that I felt like they didn’t think I was worth spending the extra to buy me an actual iHome, or a solid colored pair of shoes that weren’t as clearanced.

This is definitely layered on top of year round emotion and was not limited to Christmas morning. I didn’t feel heard when I tried to talk about a manager I felt like was out to get me because halfway through I was interrupted to be asked what I did wrong. I didn’t feel emotionally safe to express my feelings any time of year because every time I tried to open up I was attacked. I couldn’t ever voice a complaint because I’d be told how good I had it and my mom had it so much worse. But Christmas seems to just amp up the emotion and magnify the problem like you are an ant burning in a sunbeam.

If you are wanting to give an experience, you should know what your child is into doing, and do it with them. Because the time spent with you is the most precious thing. If you are trying to be creative and save some money, maybe can’t afford the thing they asked for, take notice of the other things they show interest in. Or be honest and explain it’s too expensive and ask what else they’d like, and listen to their ideas. Sometimes money really is the problem. Your kid wants a new video game and you can’t afford to drop $60 on it. I get that struggle, trust me, we’ve been there. Then you really need to know your kid, know their personality, likes, who they are. Listen. You’re children may surprise you with ideas.

Listen to them. Listen all the time. Don’t interrupt them. Don’t belittle their experiences or the feelings they have about them. Don’t ignore the parts of them you’ve decided don’t fit your perfect picture you have painted for their life. In fact, don’t paint that picture.

Just. Listen.