Finally! First, let me say that there are only a few of many things to come listed right now. Throughout the day & weekend, I will be trying to list more & more….. I had some photography problems this week, so some items need to be re-shot. Tomorrow is Mr. Max’s birthday, so we’re also running around with last minute birthday errands as well. I didn’t forget, though, free gifts to the first week’s orders (starting today) and a giveaway coming early next week! Thank you for your patience while I work out the bugs, and if you get a chance, check out the shop & let me know what you think!
Wyatt has been teething for several weeks now- stomach & eye, all four at once. He has not only been waking in the middle of the night, but he’s also been getting up for the day somewhere between 4 & 5 a.m. Over the weekend, I think the last of the four finally broke through, and we’ve been enjoying him “sleeping in” until almost 6 a.m. Or, I should say, Bill has been enjoying him sleeping in, since my internal clock is still set on the 4 a.m. wake up call. So….. this is what I was doing in the 4 o’clock hour:
Cutting ribbons for more play blankets…
Once Wyatt caught wind of what I was doing, he wanted in….
This has trouble written all over it….
Incidentally, a huge THANKS to everyone who has inquired about my creations. The Etsy shop will be (finally) opening this week, and I plan on having a kick-off giveaway, and special gifts for the first however many orders….. (I haven’t figured out how many yet). So keep checking back- it should be fun!
I used to be on the fence about pre-school. After all, we’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices in order for me to be a stay at home mom, it’s the main reason why we moved over 1,000 miles from everyone and everything we’ve ever known and loved. I know I am still a fairly young parent, but I also am aware that these years go by so fast, and the day will come where I find myself missing this precious time we have at home together.
I struggled for a while with whether it was right to push Max off into a program where he will learn things that I am not teaching him. Where he will possibly pick up less than desirable habits from some of his peers. And what if I’m just putting him in a program out of purely selfish reasons, just to have a few hours to myself a week?
I don’t think any of that anymore.
I felt that Max clearly showed signs he was ready for school long before I ever signed him up, I guess it was more me that wasn’t ready. But let me tell you– there is nothing more rewarding than walking into a classroom, your child’s face beaming, and hearing, “MOMMY!!!!” and he immediately has to open up his school bag right there to show you everything he made that day. There is nothing like walking into a classroom filled with “Chef Max’s” and “Chef Jacobs” all around the room. There is nothing like having another mom say to you, “My little boy talks about Max all the time & says he’s his best friend. Can we get together for a play date?”.
Nope, no regrets whatsoever.
I came across this quote recently from O’Toole’s Commentary, & chuckled.
Later that day, this happened:
In one fell swoop, I managed to break my blender, my favorite coffee mug, and put a good couple of nicks in our brand new counter top:
Not only that, I had to throw away all of the scrambled eggs & pancake batter I had just mixed for fear my little ones would be eating shards of glass for dinner (one actually landed in the frying pan).
I’m not sure what was going on in my universe at that particular moment, but all I have to say is, thank goodness I wasn’t driving at the time… 🙂
Well, I have to be honest, today’s post could have just as easily been titled, “Uninspired”, since cupid has not infused me with any original ideas for showing my loved ones how much they mean to me. I know, Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday, a lot of people scoff at the idea that we pick one day to celebrate our love for someone, we should be doing it all along, blah, blah, blah. I don’t disagree, I just normally like to play along.
This year, I’m not sure what happened, but inspired is not the word. So I thought I’d share last year’s slam dunk (at least I thought so) gift for my husband (this year, he’s getting a blender…. more on that in a future post).
Our eldest son, Maxfield’s name was inspired by one of our favorite artists, Maxfield Parrish. Bill & I love his work, & I even used to work for PAFA, where Parrish received some of his formal art training. Over the years, we have collected a print or two of his. It’s something that we’ll hopefully build upon in the many years to come. Last year, I’m not sure what made me even think to do this, but right around the big V-day, I did a search online for “Maxfield Parrish Valentine”, and found this:
Turns out, someone was selling a vintage magazine article which featured a personal Valentine that the artist had painted for his 18 year old daughter. Score! I bought it, framed it, & gave it to my hubs. That’s it- I figure that one was pretty good, it should at least buy me a year or two of blenders & toaster ovens until I can think of something worthy again… right??
Consequently, if you haven’t already read Poop & Boogies today, you can check out what I received over there.
So, tonight we will feast on my second annual Valentine’s Day meal, one of Bill’s favorites:
Pot stickers patiently awaiting their fate…
And who knows? Maybe my man will make some decadent smoothies for dessert with his new blender.
Have a great V-day, everyone.