Jewelry

Ayla INSISTED on wearing EVERY bracelet from her jewelry box to daycare today.


Like mother like daughter - although I was 7 when I hit this phase, not 2


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How to make a perfect Cheer Bow

The Bow

 

You really can't argue with buying a professional bow for competition or games, BUT nothing beats a fun bow for rallies, camp or just a nice pick-me-up for the team to be festive and fun

Supplies

Optional Supply

 

Cut about 3 feet of your main ribbon

Glue on any additional trim or accent ribbon

fold over like the cancer awareness ribbon shape

Then I gather the top of the loop and connect it to where the ribbon crosses

 

Then I use a clear plastic hair band to keep bow formation in place

(some people use rubber bands I like these clear ones, they are tighter)

 

After the band is in place I play with the loop and

length a bit until I have the desired bow shape 

 

Then I add a dot of hot glue to the back to secure

careful not to touch the hot glue to the band,
it will melt, snap and lose your bow shape 

 

Voila! But we are not done...

 

Cut a small piece of ribbon to tie around center

and include the hair band

 

I tie a double knot, some people sew in a stitch to secure, but I am lazy...

 

ALMOST DONE!!

I trim the edges to balance the bow and lightly singe

the edges of the ribbon so they don't fray

 

After that, line with some clear nail polish to lock

 

Ta Da!! Enjoy!

So Free - for the moment

Ayla had a bad day today - or so that's what I could tell. It could be because she stayed up too late with mommy last night, it could be the "pressures" of moving to the big girl class (and consequently away from her little boyfriend "Zay-ya" (Isaiah)) , it could be that she really was trying to "use her words" and they just weren't making sense to either daddy or I, or she really just had a BAD day plain and simple. But she just wanted to cry and cry.
Oddly, many little things have been culminating for me too, and when I was holding her in her rocking chair... she just tightly hugged me and cried and cried. I never got annoyed, angry or upset at her crying... and for a moment - I realized I was envious. Really. Sometimes you have no particular reason, or can't explain, but you just need to let it all out (and be hugged and rocked) in an understanding environment. I longed to go there and understood at the sametime that I couldn't and had to be there for her. It was strangely sublime.

Morning Photoshoot

Little strawberry dress








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