How to Make Frog Invitations

These turned out so cute!  And they were easy!  Best of all, I came up with them all by myself, which gives me some serious bragging rights… Woohoo!

Wanna make some?

To make twelve invitations, you will need:

• 2 Pieces of Green Construction Paper (I chose two different shades)
• 2 3×5 cards or other stiff paper
• 24 googly eyes
• Elmer’s Glue
• Scissors
• Black pen or thin marker
• Decorative 81/2 x 11 paper suitable for printing

Let’s start with a plan!  I sketched out the shapes I would need on 3×5 cards, and cut them out.

The top oval is the head, and the bottom one is the body.  The left foot is for both front feet, and the right leg and foot is for both back legs.  I took a paper cup, cut off the rim, and squeezed it slightly to give me a good oval shape to trace.

Something I read recently said that human instinct causes us to think that disproportionately large heads are cute, since babies have disproportionately large heads.  I decided to use that principle here.

Time to cut out!  I folded a light green and dark green paper each into sixths.  Arranging carefully, I was actually able to fit the head, the body, and two each of the legs, plus two little circles for the eyes, onto a single sixth of construction paper.  I cut all 6 layers at once to save time.

To add interest, I used contrasting colors for the head and body versus the legs and eyes.

Time to assemble!

First step, glue the head to the body (I used regular old Elmer’s glue).

Next, apply two dots of glue to the center of the body and glue the front legs on.  If, like mine, your froggy feet are a little crooked, you can flip one of the legs backwards to make them symmetrical.

Next, glue the eyes to the top corners of the head, making sure that they stick out above the head.

Now, flip him over and add a couple dots of glue to his little butt.  Glue his hind legs into place.

Finally, glue on some googly eyes.  I bought my baggie of them at the Dollar Tree.  Can’t beat that!

Let them dry on parchment paper, then use a pen or marker to add a mouth and nose.

Now, if you’re doing this for a little boy, you may wish to stop reading now, or at least give the next part your own little twist.  But this was supposed to be a PURPLE froggy party for my little princess, and so far, we had no purple.  Moreover, I was dismayed to discover that neither of my packages of construction paper contained purple.  What to do?

Well, I dug around in the art cabinet and found a dried up bottle of purple glitter paint.  I added some water, let it sit for a bit, and then gave Ariel a paint brush and a piece of poster board.

Once it dried, I cut rectangles from it and glued them to the back of each frog, purple side facing forward.   I left a good inch above the head of each frog.

I cut around the body, and then cut a little crown from the piece above the frog’s head.

Last step, I promise!  I typed out a short invitation message and printed it on a piece of green scrapbooking paper, and glued that to the back.

And there you have it!  Aren’t they super cute!??  Felicity loved running around with hers, croaking “ibbit!  ibbit!”  I’m told that her cousin did the same thing!

A Do-It-Yourself Frog Birthday Party

When I consulted with Ariel in early January about her birthday, I asked her what kind of a party she wanted.
“Mmmm, purple!” she quickly decided.

“Okay, purple, we can do that!  Is there anything else you want it to be about?  Like maybe an animal?  Do you want a horsey party, or a kitty party, or a doggy party, or a froggy party, or –”

“A froggy party!  Yeah!  Yeah!  A froggy party!”

And so it was decided.  My little girl’s 3rd birthday party – her first themed party – would be a froggy party.

My budget was, well, no money.  But I kinda wanted that Martha Stewart, I-did-it-all-myself-and-don’t-you-wish-you-were-as-perfect-a-mom-as-I-am look (me?  vain?  never!), so I figured maybe I could make that work WITH the lack of budget, in my favor.

Well, suffice to say, by the end of the party, the other moms there were calling me “Martha.”  Wanna see how I did it?  Stay tuned!

Getting Organized for Cold and Flu Season

KK, so my Village Green ladies and I are supposed to be taking pictures of our homes or things/people in our homes as if they were for a magazine article, and posting them.  So here’s my first one.

And here’s my little mini-article, for good measure:

With the cold and flu season upon us, now is a great time to reorganzie your medicine cabinet!  This can be a daunting task after months of haphazard grabbing and shoving.  Here are a few quick tips to get your started!

• Start by clearing off a counter or table nearby.  You’ll need room to sort your medications in full view.
• Toss anything empty, expired, or no longer needed (like that teething medication for your preschooler!)
• Separate your pills by usage.  Try grouping them into Cold Remedies, Pain Killers, Supplements, Gastrointestinal Aids, etc.  When you’re looking for something to keep your nose from dripping at work, you’ll be so glad to have a selection of cold remedies in one spot!
• Label and replace.  Decide where each group will go, and put it away.  Labels will make everything easy to find later, and will help everyone remember not to put the vitamins with the cough drops.
• Now take a look!  What is missing?  Maybe you have plenty of cough drops, but no decongestants!  Take a minute to think through what you may need this winter and add it to your shopping list.

It only takes a few minutes, and you’ll be thanking yourself all winter long!

Ideal Woman vs. Ideal Me

I’ve been thinking lately (uh-oh!), and I’m beginning to realize that there is a huge difference between my concept of an ideal woman, and the actual best version of me.  Here is a comparison – Ideal Woman is who I believe I’m supposed to be, and Ideal Me is what I imagine myself doing while still feeling true to myself and being happy.

Ideal Woman: Drinks tea every morning

Ideal Me: Limits coffee to once or twice a week, in a fun cappucino mug, to savor the whole  experience.  I will NEVER enjoy tea.  I might learn to deal with it, but I will never see it as indulgent or relaxing.

Ideal Woman: Jogs and does yoga or Pilates at least 5 days a week

Ideal Me: Starts up rollerblading again.  Climbs on the slide and the couch with her kids.  Hoists herself up on every counter she can get away with.  Balances on curbs.  Sees the world as a big jungle gym where she can constantly challenge herself just to answer the question “can I?” or to make herself laugh.  I will NEVER exercise regularly for prolonged periods of time.  I am not an athlete in my identity, I do not enjoy training toward a goal, and I could not possibly feel like a happy, fulfilled person while knowing I have to get up every morning and lace up my running shoes.

Ideal Woman: Strictly vegan, eats lots of leafy greens, fresh fruit, and nuts.

Ideal Me: Tries to save dairy for special occasions, since she’s allergic.  Eats fruit pretty frequently, and nuts on occasion.  While I believe that my body would be its healthiest and most energetic if I was vegan, I will NEVER be able to deny myself all dairy products without self-pity.  And self-pity is not something I want to choose to live with all my life.  Realistically, that means that a happy, fulfilled me cannot be vegan.

Ideal Woman: Up before six every morning, takes in the sunrise, exercises, meditates, writes in her journal, etc.

Ideal Me:  Gets dressed and applies her makeup within an hour of waking up every morning, regardless of what’s happening that day.  I will NEVER be a morning person.  Not only is it not in my nature, but I love sleeping in and associate it with leisure, so forcing myself to get up freaking early every morning would again bring self-pity into my life.  Even if I developed the habit of getting up before six and my body adjusted to it, I could not sleep in on an occasional weekend or stay up late some night without messing up my body’s sleep cycles.  I would always feel contrained.

So those are the ones that I have recognized so far, although I’m sure there are more.  What unrealistic or unfair expectations do you tend to hold yourself to?  Is there an ideal model that you aspire to be like?

P.S.  I dyed my hair red yesterday.  With henna.  It’s redder than it looks in this picture.  It’s blotchy, and Dan thinks it’s all wrong for my skin tone, but I love it.  I can’t even tell you how much I love it, or why, for that matter….

I’m not really acing this NaBloPoMo thing this year…

Great Post

So I have this really great post planned.  Actually, it’s a series.  I was thinking it through and gathering some data for it yesterday.  Pretty excited.

Then I threw up this morning, at about 5:45am.  And the rest of the day has gone accordingly.

Dan was kind enough to take a day off work to care for the girls, which I am so very, very grateful for.  And so I spent most of the day in bed, or occasionally shuffling around the house, always armed with a large bowl and wrapped in a blanket.

It’s so cute when a two-year-old watches you puke.  “Oh!  You’re frowing up, mommy?  You’re really really sick?  I’m sowwy!  I frowed up yesterday in mommy and daddy’s potty.  I did.  You’re frowing up in the purple bowl, mommy?  The purple one, and not the blue one?  Oh!  I’m sowwy…”

Gross, but cute.  And the moral of the story is, of course, that my fabulous post will have to wait.  So will my Oregon Health Plan application, which was supposed to be RECEIVED by DHS today.  I sure am glad that they’re lenient…

Lazy Saturday

Saturdays are better with StumbleUpon.

Today, I came across a very powerful essay about girls, size, and self-worth, and I thought I’d share it with y’all.

So here you go.  Happy Saturday!

It’s over there!

My post for today is right here.

Oops

Last night was kinda crazy, and I totally forgot to post.

*hangs head in shame*

But I’ll make it up to you with TWO (count ‘em: 1… 2!) post today!

First, this completely pointless and boring post apologizing for the lack of yesterday’s post.  Lucky you!

Second, a real, super-awesome post later today.  Or at least moderately awesome.  I guess we’ll have to wait and see…

See ya’ then!

Faith in Humanity

Someone told me that America wasn’t ready for a black President.

Someone told me that our nation was too full of hate.

Someone told me that the South was still too full of bigotry.

Someone told me that there were more distrustful white folks than decent color-blind people in the US of A.

That someone was wrong.

Someone told me that America wasn’t ready for a Barack Hussein Obama.

Someone told me that we could only elect Presidents with Western names.

Someone told me that Obama’s name was too Muslim in a Muslim-fearing country.

Someone told me that we could never trust someone who had even the slightest, most disputed tie to Islam.

Someone told me that we could never hand over the leadership of our country to a half-Kenyan man.

That someone was wrong.

I’m not here to gloat.

I’m not hear to say “I told you so.”

I’m just here to say, “We’re better than you thought.”

“We’re bigger men, bigger women than that.”

“We’re greater than our fears.”

“We’re not a nation of bigots.”

“We’ve grown up, all of us.  We’ve grown out of our racist paranoia.”

And so I guess I did tell you so.  And I’m glad to say you’re wrong.  Not because I want to do a victory dance.  Not because I want to rub your face in your misjudgement.

Just because I’m so, so happy that we’re better than you thought we were.