July 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
Here’s something exciting, Megan has started painting a slightly more casual version of our famous Commemorate the Date painting in watercolor! Each 5” x 7” painting features one type of flower (in any color) and the date or words of your choice. It comes in one size (5” x 7”) for $75 and would make a great gift for an upcoming wedding or birth!
We’re in the process of updating images on our website, but the pricing and product info is already there: www.commemoratethedate.com.
Here are a few photos to tide you over…
July 28, 2011 § 2 Comments
It seems like sometimes life just gets a little backlogged. Do you know what I mean? Like sometimes you find yourself with all these things you want to do except you’re missing just a little of the info you need to get started. That’s how things have been for us for a few weeks now. But today, my friends, today is the day the info floodgates start to open.
Tonight begins the parade of short-listed realtors we’ve invited over to take a look at our house and let us know what they think. Their answers will help us decide if we’re crazy for even entertaining the idea of moving to a new Minneapolis neighborhood anytime soon.
Maybe I’m already nesting but OH! I need this info. I need it for so many important reasons. Here’s a little decision tree I made in honor of all our questions that need answers. You might need to click on it to enlarge– if you’re really that interested.
July 27, 2011 § 1 Comment
Check it! The August edition of MN Women’s Press picked up my little submission on “What Brings Out the Girl in Me.”
July 25, 2011 § 2 Comments
I did it. I switched to an e-reader. The final nudge I needed was from a friend who was gushing about hers. She was one of those people I thought I could count on to never give up on good ol’ fashioned paper.
Add her to the 30 other people I know who I’ve been actively ignoring for the past year:
- “Wow! Hands free reading! Now I can multi-task.”
- “No rolling over from side to side in bed to see the page you’re trying to read!”
- “No lugging heavy hard covers!”
- “No problem switching between the six books you’re reading at one time!”
- “Some books are free!”
And then there was the one I thought of on my own: “No more dusting books.”
I hate dusting books.
With friends like these, their nudges, my ever-growing book collection, my ever-shrinking space for books and my non-existent time for doing something as silly as dust books — did the traditional printed word stand a chance? Maybe. Not really. Although I hate to admit it.
So, now I have my Nook. I am in the middle of The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson (a hardcover!) and I have determined that the world has not ended. I still like reading. I still sneak pages when no one is looking. I still lose my place all the time (silly buttons) and my bus ride is still one of my favorite times of the day. My biggest fear— that it wouldn’t feel like reading—has not been realized. In fact, sometimes I forget and try to turn actual pages anyway.
I have a hard time exclaiming “OMG I LOVE IT!” but I think that’s just because I don’t like being wrong. (Thanks Bradly, for bringing me into the next century. I think I love my nook.)
July 22, 2011 § 3 Comments
Here’s something I want help with. I want to teach myself not to compare my kids. So far, I have found this to be nearly impossible. Let me illustrate with a comparison of my pregnancies.
With Hiram, not comparing was easy. Obviously. He was my first baby and everything was new. He was strong and healthy and his pregnancy hit me like a ton of bricks. “I’m here mama!” he said from the very, very start.
Then came Baby Baby, who I only had for a short time. Baby Baby was small with an extremely gentle soul. Baby Baby made me worry before I knew anything was wrong. Baby Baby was the opposite of Hiram.
e-Lou? e-Lou is different still. e-Lou doesn’t give me much to worry about but keeps me guessing all the time. Am I pregnant, or not? Is there a heartbeat, or not? Are you kicking, or not? Physically, e-Lou is easier than Hiram. Psychologically, e-Lou is harder.
See? Poor Hiram. He’s the benchmark. Which is a little unacceptable. What did he do to deserve to be a benchmark? He was born first (not his choice) and he’s got a sibling on the way (also, not his choice).
I’ve already decided to (try to) stop comparing out loud (at least in front of Hike). But how can I stop my thoughts? Is this possible? Is this even a rational goal?
So mammas and papas, what do you think? Do you compare your kids in secret or out loud? Does it matter? Does it get easier once your baby’s actually born?
July 21, 2011 § 1 Comment
Ever since I helped Hiram fill up the watering can from the rain barrel, he’s adopted the watering as his responsiblity. “Water today?” he asks, even when it’s raining.
It turns out he’s got a green thumb too. Look at these pretty plants. Herbs, raspberries, tomatoes and cucumbers. Growing like mad.