Well, friends. I hate to wave the white flag, but after 3 weeks of trying to muster the energy to write a witty and helpful blog post at 3 am, sadly I think I must.

I love writing this blog, making new friends and sharing our fun, but having a crazy wild 19 month old is no joke. I have zero energy left when she finally crashes for the night. The idea of editing photos and giving instructions when I finally, in the wee hours of the morning, have a second of free time makes me want to cry.

So, I'm going into blog retirement. Not forever, but for now. 

I've started home preschooling Kinley and our first unit all about her current obsession, dinosaurs, is going, well, DINOMITE! ;) That's another reason I kind of feel like I need to put the blog on pause. When I spend so much time documenting our projects, I miss all the fun with my little, and by the time I have all the photos I need for a post, she's over it.

I am still posting simple projects and recipes once in awhile on Facebook, so if you happen to miss us or wanna catch-up, just find Raising Kinley on there and it'll be like we never retired :) 

Thanks for hanging out with us! I'm sad! And tired...as the great Tigger once said, TTFN (ta-ta for now!) 


Hey there!! Wow, have I been horrible about blogging this summer...

Kinley and I have been concentrating on playing outside and going to the zoo like it's our job, and haven't had much time for blog-worthy activities, I guess.

We will be back in September with a whole bunch of new stuff, recipes, lists of favorites, and a recap of all of our adventures that I have been too tired/lazy to share.

Summer vacation is coming to an end and we are getting ready to give home-preschool a go! Anybody have any thoughts about important things to focus on for kiddos who are two-ish? 

We sure hope you've had an awesome, adventure-filled summer!! 

See you in September :)


In honor of the late Sophia Petrillo, and the fact that pizza is Italian, allow me to set the scene...picture it: small town in Illinois, 1994. Pampered Chef party, hosted by one of my mom's best friends and put on by the mom of my best friend. 

Twenty ladies and their children listen as Jeri works her magic, telling about all the wonders of the products she is selling, just like an infomercial, but even better because she is hilarious and the ultimate people person/saleswoman.

And then, cue the singing angels, she brings out the trays of snacks prepared on/with her miraculous kitchen gadgets. And one of those snacks just happens to be, you guessed it, COOL VEGGIE PIZZA.

Summery veggies, creamy tangy "sauce"...it's like taking a bite of sunshine. When I'm craving warm weather food in the middle of winter, this is exactly what I dream of.

I've changed the recipe a million times, but it always tastes delicious. Cool Veggie Pizza just happens to be one of my all-time favorite foods (if you couldn't figure that out by the fact that I remember every detail of the Pampered Chef party twenty years ago where I had my first taste) and one of my go-to potluck recipes. The girls at work used to go bananas for this stuff, and I guess it's time to share my secret recipe.

Here's your ingredient list:

One roll of refrigerated pizza dough (I generally ALWAYS burn the first one, so maybe buy two just in case.)
Your favorite raw veggies, cleaned and chopped (Dave likes cucumbers, tomatoes, green peppers, and black olives the best, but sometimes I add zucchini or carrots or broccoli.)
One 8 oz package of cream cheese
One cup of sour cream
One packet of ranch dip mix
2 cups of finely shredded Mozzerela cheese

Roll your pizza dough out onto a greased cookie sheet, use your fingers to press it to the edges, and poke a bunch of holes in it with a fork. 

Read the instructions on the package and bake for the shortest amount of time recommended.

My dough said 9-12 minutes so I checked it after 8 and it was perfect. Just keep your eye on it...take it out when the edges are just starting to turn golden-brown, like this:

Let the baked crust cool for a few minutes, and when the pan has cooled enough for you to touch it, move it to the fridge to finish chilling out.

Now it's time to mix the cream cheese, sour cream and ranch dip mix. 

I never ever remember to set my cream cheese out to soften, so after making this a million times and getting ticked off at myself, I came up with a solution. Just use the mixer!


As a bonus, with this method you and your tiny human get to lick the beaters. :)

Kinley liked it so much, she decided to give her little chicken a taste, too.

Okay, "sauce" is done.

If you are making this ahead of time for a potluck or dinner, wait to do these next steps until you are ready to eat it. Cool Veggie Pizza doesn't keep very well, it gets pretty soggy. When I used to make it for work potlucks, I would do everything up to this point the night before and then assemble it right before I left my house in the morning.

Go grab your chilled pizza crust and slather on your ranch cream cheese mixture.

Here's a handy tip: it's really hard to slice Cool Veggie Pizza after you put all the toppings on, so it's a good idea to just do it at this point after the cream cheese mixture is evenly spread.

Now, pile on the veggies...

Just squish the veggies down into the cream cheese by firmly pushing them down with the palm of your hand. That just makes eating the pizza a little easier and a lot less messy.

Now, you can stop there, but Dave had the idea of adding cheese to the top, and since we gave that a go, we haven't gone without.

If you do want to use cheese, now's the time to sprinkle it on.

Yummmmmmmmmm. :)

I made this for our weekly Wednesday dinner with my parents last week and this is all that remained:

Apparently I am not the only one who loves a cold pizza around here! Haha.

This stuff is definitely not healthy, but, man-oh-man, is it yummy. And, hey, it might even get your kiddo to eat some veggies! It didn't work on Kinley--she had mac and cheese as usual--but ranch on anything is usually a kid-pleaser, right?

The original recipe called for Italian dressing mix and it's super yummy in this, too. Just another option.

Talking about Sophia Petrillo at the beginning of this post got me thinking about cheesecake, so I'm off to whip one up. 


It'll have to wait a couple of hours though because guess who forgot to set out the cream cheese...


Yesterday was kind of awful.

We got up at noon, ate lunch, and went to Sam's Club. All of that was smooth sailing and, bonus, Kinley fell asleep in the car on the way home.

I smoothly transferred her from her car seat to her crib and she didn't even open her eyes a teensy crack! I patted myself on the back on my way downstairs, made plans in my head to finally get the mop out, and headed back out to the garage to unload the ginormous bag of tortilla chips, jug of salsa, and 5 lb flat of strawberries. No sooner had I put one foot back in the house, she woke up. Screaming. 


It was pretty much like all the days we've been having lately. SuperBaby has come to the conclusion that naps are lame and unnecessary, so she will no longer be participating.

Unfortunately, after 4 or 5 major meltdowns yesterday, it seems she clearly still needs a nap. 

She cried when I used the word "scoot" while we were playing. I'm assuming that was because that is also the word I use to tell her to back away from the oven when I am removing hot things from it, and just like her momma, Kinley does not like to be bossed.

She cried while I mopped because, although she could see me, I was more than 5 feet from her.

She cried because I turned on the shower, peeled a banana without her, drew a puppy with sidewalk chalk, helped her open a flap in her Spot book, and ate the Teddy Graham she shoved in my mouth. No explanation for any of these.

Needless to say, it was a long and patience-trying day. And the two before it were exactly the same. Something had to give.

Duh. She needs a schedule!

I know how important schedules are to littles, so why it didn't occur to me until breaking point to make one for Princess SuperBaby is beyond me. Now that it has occurred to me though, I am not wasting another precious day!

First of all, getting up at noon (or 1:00) is over. Sorry, Kin. You can do that again on  weekends in 15 years. I think 10:00 sounds perfect.

And I know we need books/songs/flashcards time, sensory/art time, and tons of play/outside time. Plus, we definitely need NAP TIME. Period.

Here's our first tentative schedule:

10:00   Wake-up/brush teeth/clothes on
10:30   Breakfast
11:15   Books/songs/flashcards
12:00   Playtime 
1:30     Lunch/TV time
2:30     Playtime
4:00     Nap
5:00     Sensory/art or playtime
6:15     Walk with Daddy
7:00     Dinner
8:00     Bath
8:45     Hang out with Mom and Dad
10:00   Bedtime

This is my wishful thinking schedule, so I'm already guessing a lot will change, but we needed a jumping-off point.

I'm also assuming the first couple of weeks are going to continue to be fussy and awful, but hopefully Kinley will catch on quickly and we will both be so much happier.

Fingers crossed!

Just in case this plan fails and the screaming continues, I'm gonna head back to Sam's Club today and pick up an economy sized jug of wine and bottle of Tylenol. This time I'll know not to get my hopes up if she falls asleep in the car. :)


The recipe for our favorite fluffy cloud dough and all of the details for playing with it have moved over to our brand-new website and are in a list of our top ten ultimate favorite

See you over there!
xo Cara


I have such a bad habit of dreaming up huge homemade present ideas and then waiting until the exact last possible minute to get started on them. This Mother's Day is, unfortunately, no exception. I keep seeing all these cute painted Mason jar vases on Pinterest and decided that was the perfect present for both of Kinley's Grammas. They both love flowers and have gardens and what better way to show off your homegrown beauties than a rustic vase painted by your way-too-cute grandbaby? 

Well, bad news.

I waited until today, of course, to go on the hunt for Mason jars and, surprise, no stores that I had time to search had them. 

So, Plan B, I decided Kinley would just paint terra cotta pots for the Grammas to show off their homegrown flowers in progress.

Bad news again. No terra cotta anywhere. Just lots and lots of plastic. You would think at some point I would learn my lesson and start presents that require many steps and gathering supplies more than two days before I want to hand them, in all their wrapped glory, to their recipient.

Anyway, I had to come up with a Plan C on the fly. Kinley and I headed to the glass containers aisle at Meijer to see if there was ANYTHING that could work. While SuperBaby sat in the plastic pool she insisted I carry with us and played with a little Nerf ball that we weren't buying, a ray of light shone on my head and angels started singing: A CANDY JAR! That's it!


This gloomy, yucky day called for a super yummy, sunshine-y treat, and when I think sunshine and sugar I think of my Nana's lemonade cake. Oh my gosh, it's so delicious and so simple--perfect!

When I was growing up, my whole family would get together at Nanny and Grampy's for Sunday dinner. It wasn't a formal thing, just a casual, fun, wear your sweatpants, laugh and eat and start-the-week-out-right kind of a meal. I have so many fantastic memories from those days--entertaining my cousins, trying to impress my beyond cool aunts, hugs, a million games of Seven-Up, teasing, birthday dinners...I could go on, but I'll spare you. ;)


Kinley is transforming from a snuggly baby caterpillar to an awesome big girl butterfly right before my very eyes. I can't believe how fast she is growing and changing. It seems like she comes up with new tricks every day. This week she has started "singing." 

I already told you about our obsession with the Frozen soundtrack, right? Well, not only does she swing her arms around and twirl the moment she hears the opening bars of Do You Want To Build A Snowman?, but she also clicks her tongue like a ticking clock at the exact perfect time when Anna is singing about "watching the hours tick by." 


Isn't it crazy how quickly we start taking the beautiful spring weather for granted? We made it through the longest, coldest, snowiest winter we've had in a looooong time, and ever since no-coat weather arrived, we've spent every free minute outside and it just feels like back to normal. All it takes is one gloomy, rainy day of being stuck inside, though, to remind you how lucky we are to have the sunny ones. 

A couple of days ago, on our first gloomy day in a couple of weeks, I got tired of putting Kinley's Crocs back in the closet and trying to explain to my whining toddler that I understood that she wanted to head outside, but we couldn't because it was cold and rainy.

I also got tired of playing the jellybean game that she invented. It started out so cute, but has since gotten old and made me feel like a terrible mother. For Easter, we gave her a set of ABC magnets that have matching picture magnets to go with each letter (A/apple, E/elephant, etc.) She also got Starburst Jellybeans for Easter. It just so happens that the J magnet's corresponding picture is a jar of jellybeans, and she figured out the day after Easter that if she brings me the jellybeans magnet, I say the word out loud and when that happens she runs to the kitchen island and points up at her baggie of jellybeans and grunts and dances until I give her one. She plays this game all day long. Thank goodness she is almost out of jellybeans. I know. I'm the mom. I should just take them away or tell her they are all gone, but who wants to be the meanie mom that confiscates her sweet baby's Easter treats? Not me. Especially since she works so hard for them. :)

So, anyway, I was so tired of listening to whining to go outside and grunting for jellybeans that I decided it was time for a happy distraction in the form of an art project. And nothing makes an art project more cheery than a bunch of glitter, right?


Is it just me, or do toddlers get more exhausting every single day? You know that book about the cute, smart, busy, all-around awesome pig, Olivia? It's one of Kinley's favorite reads. The second page in that book says, 

Olivia is good at wearing people out. She even wears herself out.

I think Kinley has decided to model herself after Olivia. We run, jump, dance, read, chase, hide, paint, twirl, splash, and wiggle all day long. By 7:00, I'm completely out of gas, but she is whining for more. How can one little person have so much energy? 

Needless to say, I think I'm gonna have to resign myself to the fact that I just can't crank out a blog post every night. As much as I love my creative outlet and sharing fun ideas with you, I love sleep even more some nights. Like last night. I really wanted to tell you all about our Earth Day craft and other adventures, but when I started writing it all up, it was lame and I was too tired to spice it up. 

So, bear with me as we enter the exhausting crazy toddler stage. I'm sorry in advance for the craft ideas that are too late for you to use. Just pin them for next year, and know that when we get over the hump in a few years, I will make it up to you by giving you ideas so far in advance, you will have to pin them because they are too early...like Thanksgiving-ideas-in-May kind of early.

I spent a good part of my Earth Day sorting and organizing all of our art and sensory project stuff that had turned into a massive heap of paper scraps, ribbon pieces, patterns, and glue sticks. Kinley helped by ripping everything she could reach into small pieces and laying in the middle of my piles and making supply angels (like snow angels, but with carefully sorted piles of stuff instead of snow.)

So, in order to occupy my small daughter and not lose my ever-loving mind, we did an Earth Day craft that was so simple and easy that it's worth sharing even a couple of days late. 


Pshhhew. Preparing for Easter is almost as exhausting as preparing for Christmas, isn't it? I had every intention of writing a post about this killer potato salad last night, but I laid here for five minutes looking at my blank iPad screen and decided it was probably better to just go to sleep since my brain had apparently already shut off. Too much rushing around, and wrapping, and cooking, and cleaning, and activity-ing. ;)

I'm feeling pretty much back to normal today, how bout you? Almost recovered? Good news...we have a couple of months til the next big holiday so we can all relax and take it easy for awhile. HA.

Let's talk about this potato salad. It is seriously so good, it's BA-nanas! Tangy Dill Potato Salad is nothing like traditional potato salad. It's fresh-tasting and super summer-y and a lot less heavy than the yellow stuff. I made it for the Easter Feast and it was a huge hit, as usual, and thought it was only right that I share it with you. 


What a gorgeous day! Kinley and I headed to the front yard after our gourmet dino nugget and mac & peas lunch, to pick up the plastic eggs that had blown off of our Easter egg bush the night before and I decided, after being out there for all of two minutes, that there was no way we were going back inside.

I loaded the stroller, snacks, water, bubbles, and Kinley's favorite orange sparkly ball into the trunk, lathered SuperBaby up with sunscreen and buckled her up in her car seat, and took us directly to the prettiest park around here--Inniswood Gardens. I'm sure we will be back there every couple of weeks, so I will do a Big Adventure post about it once all of the flowers are blooming and the trees have leaves. It is just gorgeous and it's kind of a hidden gem. :)

It was the perfect park day--could it actually finally be spring?! We ran into a whole bunch of different grammas on walks too, and all of them mentioned how great it felt to be soaking up some sunshine. We couldn't have agreed more! 


I met my best friend Miranda (Mir or Peanut, for short) in a mutually detested math class my sophomore year of high school. Our teacher was a complete weirdo who spent most of the year sitting at his desk working on love poems and paper roses for his girlfriend, which left us tons of time to chat and realize just how much we had in common. 

Ever since that fateful first day of class, we have been inseparable. My parents moved to Ohio at the end of our junior year and Mir's mom let me move into her older brother's vacant room for the summer because we just didn't know how we could survive without each other. 

We spent that summer getting into trouble, singing Janet Jackson and DMB at the top of our lungs, turning into lobsters at the public pool, and having the time of our lives. It was life-changing for me, and  it transformed us from best friends into sisters.

We've been through a whole heck of a lot together--boy problems, friend problems, bonfires, hometown drama, concerts, baseball games, my Vegas wedding, backyard Buckeye tailgating, the birth of Kinley, random dance parties, ugly cries, Chinese food eating contests...you name it.

And even though everything has changed since we met, she's still the first one I call when I have big news or need to vent. She's my Peanut. My Mirmaid. My person (in Grey's Anatomy speak.)


Well, we went bananas for St. Patrick's Day, and cuckoo for Easter, what am I gonna do after Sunday? Mad for Memorial Day? Hmmm...

How are your Easter crafts going? Is your Cabinet Gallery as full as mine is? We have one last little space left on the drinking glass cabinet after hanging up our scribble bunny...don't worry, that should be filled by tomorrow afternoon. ;)

For the last couple of days, as soon as Kinley wakes up, she wants to head straight outside, but she had a freezing cold surprise this morning when we looked out the window. Snow everywhere.

No outside time makes for one unhappy baby. She just kept standing by the front door and trying to get her Crocs out of the coat closet. Oh, and shrieking at me at the top of her lungs while pointing out the door.


Hi guys...we're back! Aunt Peanut came to visit so I took the weekend off from the blog. I'm working on another post about our adventures, but I just couldn't wait to share this chicken recipe with you first. 

We've made it before, but I forgot just how delicious it is! It's definitely one of the best main dishes I've ever pinned. The original recipe is from All Things Simple and I didn't change anything other than not pounding the chicken flat because we grilled it outside instead of George Foreman-ing it. Completely perfect!


Well, since you promised not to tell Kinley, I will tell you what the Easter Bunny dropped off at our house early to save for The Big Eggstravaganza. He told me that's how this works, he drops off the stuff early for kids who don't know how to snoop around and look for their Easter presents, so if you have a little and you haven't received a package of goodies for him or her, you may want to google "Easter Bunny customer service number" or drop him an email. :)

Let me start by saying, I took SuperBaby to the park and ran her up and down the lacrosse field and helped her climb all over the big toy for an hour and a half hoping to wear her out so she would take a nice long nap and I could take pictures for this post and get started on a grown-up craft I've been thinking about. 


When Kinley and I woke up this morning, we did our usual stretch and snuggle and then she shrieked and pointed at the window. She was so happy, I half expected to see Dora The Explorer sitting up there holding out an ice cream cone for her, but nope. Kinley was that excited about the sunshine peeking out from under the blinds! It's about time! The rain finally listened to our song and WENT AWAY. Hallelujah!

We hurried up and ate our chicken nuggets and Mac and Peas (macaroni and cheese with peas mixed in,) put on our shoes and jackets, and raced outside. The yard was super squishy, but since Kinley had her washable Crocs on, I didn't mind her stomping around in it at all. She had a blast and even wound up with her first muddy knees. 

We explored all over the yard, went for a wagon walk, saw her first earthworm, and touched a sticky pinecone and one of those spiky brown gumball things that fall outta trees. Then SuperBaby got brave and decided to walk all the way up into all of our neighbors' lawns and walkways and make their dogs bark. She also refused to come back to the sidewalk when I called her, I guess she was in a visiting mood. Or a rotten mood. Not sure which.


Kinley and I are so sick of being stuck inside. The few days of awesome weather we have had have done nothing but made us hate all of the other cold, wet days even more. 

We just had to get out of the house today, so we ran to our favorite random store, Ollie's Bargain Outlet, and picked up a couple of books, a canvas for the permanent Bunny in Negative Space project, and a few more things for Kinley's Easter basket. I'll do a post about that tomorrow in case anyone needs Easter gift ideas for toddlers, as long as you promise not to tell Kinley. :)

She loves shopping and insists on putting everything in the cart herself. It used to be that if we just said, "Put it in, Kin." she would, every time. Now, she is getting choosy and only "puts it in" if she wants it. For example, candy and toys always make it into the cart, but Scotch tape and shampoo don't have a prayer. She just holds them back out to us and grunts until we take them from her. Stinker.

Today, I was dumb and gave her an inch by letting her walk around in Ollie's like a big girl and she took a full mile and then some and ran around like a crazy person, touching everything, knocking stuff over, running in the opposite direction of where we needed to go and standing and giggling at me when I told her to come back. In other words, she had the time of her life. Good thing we were the only ones in the store because I would've been so embarrassed. How come my wonderful one year old is acting like a terrible two all of the sudden?! Must be the weather.

When we got home, and SuperBaby was all rested up from her nap, we finished the art project we started yesterday. Working with cute little felt flower stickers made us both happy and reminded us that sunny spring weather will be here soon.

This project involves shaking and sticking...two classic toddlers faves!


What a day! Kinley's molars still haven't busted through, she got her first skinned knees today on our family walk around the block, and all of her favorite foods are suddenly making her gag. On the plus side, she got to pet the neighbor's dogs and they made her so happy, she went around panting and licking stuff for the rest of the day. :)

We started another art project today, but have to do step two tomorrow when the paint is finished drying. So in the meantime, we did this really simple art project that turned out so cool, I think I will buy a canvas tomorrow and have her do it again, permanent style.

All you need for this one is:

Bunny (or any other shape) cut out of construction paper
Sheet of construction paper (for the background)
Scotch tape

Yep, that's really it. I told you, super simple.


Kinley and I have been getting super egg-cited for Easter. I bought her Easter basket on sale at Michael's a few weeks ago, and we have been using it and her eggs from last year to practice egg hunting so she will know what to do on the big day. I just hide the empty eggs all over the house, put her basket on her arm like a purse and march around with her clapping and telling her how cool she is every time she finds one. She's getting really good at spotting them, so good luck to all the rookies she may be competing against! Haha.

When I worked at daycare, we had a big Ziplock baggie full of egg shakers that we would only let the kids play with once in awhile so they were a big treat. They were just plastic eggs filled with rice or sunflower seeds that we closed up and sealed with clear packing tape. There was only one problem with that. We didn't think to seal the little holes on the tips of the eggs. Over the years, every baby who came through that room chewed on those eggs, and even though I wiped them down with a bleach-soaked washcloth, I couldn't get down inside the eggs. 

One day, I noticed one of the eggs smelled kinda funny and didn't sound quite right, so I peeled the tape off, popped the egg open, and gagged. It happened to be one of the eggs filled with sunflower seeds and they had melded into a couple of green fuzzy hunks of mold and smelled like death. So sick. And the thought that all of those baby spit germs were in there too...ugh I'm gagging right now.

I knew I wanted to make Kinley some egg shakers, cause they really are fun and the perfect sized instrument for tiny hands, but seeds and rice were out. Even though I plugged all the holes in SuperBaby's eggs, I couldn't bear the thought of seeing and, more importantly, smelling that rotting seed smell ever again. I just figured out a different way to do it a couple of days ago.

Instead of a bunch of teeny tiny things, like rice (which is a giant pain to clean up when the eggs do eventually bust open,) I decided to use Kinley's Mardi Gras beads from Dollar Tree. They make the perfect shaker sound, you don't have to seal the eggs because it's extra fun to pop them open and find a pretty necklace, they are extremely easy to pick up, and best of all, they don't rot


Kinley and I had our very first zoo adventure of 2014 this week and we had so much fun that a whole post is in the works about it. Kin's favorite part of our trip was, hands down, the petting zoo part.

I feel like I need to tell you that I am generally terrified of wild animals, which is why I like the zoo. I can see them, but they can't get me, ya know? I was walking in one of the metro parks by my parent's house with a friend my senior year of high school and we rounded a bend in the trail, and there, staring at us in complete silence, were about 25 deer. I didn't know whether to cry or pee. Who knows what would happen if I saw, say, a wolf or something that is legitimately terrifying. I guess I just don't like the fact that I have no idea what they are gonna do...ram me? Bite me? Start talking, like a Disney movie? 

Obviously I don't want SuperBaby to have the same ridiculous fear, so I faced mine and took her into the petting zoo. They only have Pygmy goats and sheep, no deer or wolves, thank The Lord. I went over to the nearest goat, and gave him a pat and said, "Look at this sweet goat, Kin! You wanna pet him?" And she did. And she laughed and ran around petting every goat she could catch. Needless to say, I was so proud, of both of us! Haha


On our last trip the the Dollar Tree, I found Kinley one of those classic little wind up chicks that hops and hops and hops 'til he runs out of clicks. We named him Walter. She LOVES him and insists on carrying him and giving him kisses all day long. So, I thought we should probably do another chick craft in his honor.

Kinley and I made this craft last week and I've been so busy with all the other crafts we've done lately and stuff we've got going on, I haven't had time to share it with you. Hattie the Handprint Chick turned out really cute, but nothing like the one in the picture above--Kinley totally did it her own way, as usual. ;)


Last night, Kinley and I made a Wendy's run for dinner because, after a long day of cleaning and reorganizing, even this SuperMom didn't feel like cooking. Why am I mentioning this, you ask? Because our trip to Wendy's was a drive on snow-covered, slushy roads. On March 29th. In Ohio. Enough already, Mother Nature. We need spring desperately. 


I realized this morning, as I was trimming SuperBaby's toenails, that I hadn't done any footprint art with her since Halloween. How am I supposed to remember how tiny and cute her feet are if we don't make footprint art?! 

When I was working at daycare, I made a binder full to the max with art projects and ideas, songs, and patterns for each of the 52 units I worked on with my Baby Bear class. Almost every unit has a footprint art project idea because footprint art is the only kind of art tiny babies can do, and everyone had to be involved in the action.


I know what you're thinking. Seriously, Cara? Another Easter egg wreath? 

Yes, it's true that it is another egg wreath, but this one is way different cause it uses hot glue. And plastic eggs. And doesn't involve any littles hollering cause they have glue stick on their fingers. This is a grown-ups only wreath, and it's easy and super cute, and even better, suuuuper cheap!

I know it looks like a million bucks, well at least $20, but it wound up costing less than $4. That is not a misprint. Haha.


I know you've been dying for another Big Adventure slide show since you finished reading my post about all the fun we had in Cincinnati, right? Well, good news friend. Kick off your shoes, grab some chips, and relax. I'll try to edit all 350 photos of our trip to the World's Coolest Science Center down to just a select few. ;)

CoSI stands for Center of Science and Industry, which means awesome place to play and hands-on-learn about a million different things at the same time. The building looks like a giant cement caterpillar to me and it's right in the heart of Downtown Columbus which gives it automatic cool points. I love driving down there with all the skyscrapers and honking...it's like a miniature version of my favorite city on Earth: CHICAGO.

Kinley and I met one of my best friends, Nicole, and her 2 year old nephew, Cameron, down there for an awesome field trip play date. I hadn't been to CoSI in over ten years, but Nicole goes all the time with the boys she nannies for and knew exactly where to take us. 

We went quickly through a few rooms, but I'm gonna focus on the best places for littles: Kidspace and Ocean.


I've been so inspired by all of the awesome spring and Easter art on Pinterest and No Time For Flashcards' link party. I have to admit, I was getting a little tired of green St. Paddy's Day art. With spring there are so many options--flowers, butterflies, sunshines, baby animals, and of course, everything Easter.

There are a ton of ideas floating around that use these adorable paint chip eggs and I thought Kinley and I definitely needed to get in on that free and cute action. 

Dave just happened to be making a run to Home Depot on Thursday, so Kinley and I invited ourselves along. When we got there, Dave went to go find his random screw and Kin and I headed over to the paint department.

I feel so guilty about taking paint chips. I mean, we do buy all of our paint there and it's definitely not cheap, so maybe the cost of the paint chips I take is built in to the cost of all of those gallons of paint? Just let me think that. It helps me sleep at night. ;)

So, picture us. I'm holding Kinley and handing her one paint chip after another until we have a whole beautiful stolen rainbow. She insists on holding them ALL, and squawks loudly when I take them to straighten them out, which luckily doesn't catch the attention of the paint guy. I grab one last paint chip to complete our collection and notice that Kinley is laughing and doing her charming beauty pageant wave over my shoulder. Uh oh. She has just made friends with the assistant manager. Story of my life. That should teach me to bring my daughter along when I'm stealing, right? Thank goodness SuperBaby is cute and her wave is so charming...the assistant manager just gave us a wave and a smile, no interrogation with a light shining in our eyes. This time.