Saturday, August 2, 2008

Sassy kid + booby trapped rabbit = no sleep for Mommy.

Last night around 1am Kaelin started to cry. She's had a few bad dreams here and there recently ... "there's a spider in my crib!" .. "the ceiling fan is taking to me!" (ha) ... so I went in to calm her. I picked her up and cuddled a while, then she said she wanted to get back into her crib. I tucked her in, smothered her with kisses and started to leave.
"Mommy .. you stay here."
ugh. We all know Mommy is a complete sucker .. but I tried to wiggle out of it nonetheless.
"No .. Mommy is going to sleep in her bed .. I'll see you when its time to wake up okay?"
"Mommy ..... no. You stay here .. in my room."
"No babe .. you're fine .. just go to sleep."
Here's the kicker ....
She actually says, "Ummmmm ...." (obviously thinking of the one thing that would be sure to pull at Mommy's heart.)
again, "Ummmm .. I'm so scared in my room .. all by myself. You stay here?"
(insert cartoon sound effect of big pleading blue eyes blinking here)

Kaelin 1 .. Mommy 0.

In a last ditch attempt to escape I state the obvious, "I have no where to sleep K .. I'll have to sleep on the floor ... without a pillow."

She quickly bolts up .. grabs a large stuffed bunny ... and chucks it at my head. She then flops back down onto her nice cozy pillow and and curls up.

"Um .. is this supposed to be my pillow?"
(in her happy little sing song voice) "Yep! You lay down on it."
"This isn't a ....."
"Shhhhh .. I sleeping."
"Well, if you're sleeping, I can go back to my ..."
"Shhhh."

*sigh*

Kaelin 2 .. Mommy still 0.

Fine.
I try and get comfortable on the rabbit for a good thirty minutes. It's not happening. All the while I hear the sound of Kaelin sucking on her pacifier. I hear the tell tale rhythm of *suck suck suck ..... small pause. *suck suck .. longer pause. *suck ... silence.
I figure she's asleep .. I can sneak out. I decide before I go I'll forcefully stuff that darn rabbit under the crib for not working with me and my comfort in the slightest.
Bad move.
I had forgotten that we bought the rabbit at Build a Bear and when you squeeze it's arm it says, "I love you!" in a high pitched, almost taunting voice.
So .... as I am punishing the stuffed creature it sings out, "I love you! I love you!"

Then I hear .."heheheh"
It's as if she booby trapped the thing to prevent my escape.
(we'll see how smart that rabbit thinks it is as it's being stuffed in the trash ... who's laughing now bunny?!)
"Mommy .. you hold my hand"

Okay fine .. I know when I've been outsmarted (by a two year old and a stuffed rabbit)
I lay down on the floor and reach through the bars of the crib. Somehow I manage to fall asleep.

I wake up in pain. Horrid pain. It takes me a second to come out of the sleep coma ....
Am I on fire? Did one of the cats get bit by a rabbid raccoon, contract rabies, and is now gnawing off my arm? Was I shot??
I shake off the sleep.
My hand is asleep. Of course.
However, it's the fact that there's a tiny hand rhythmically squeezing life back into it that's causing the pain.
"Aieeeee! That hurts! Knock it off!"
again with the "heheheh"
"Mommy .. you wake up?"
"Yes .. I'm awake! My hand hurts. Why are you awake?"
"Mommy .. you go.'
"K .. you told me to stay .. I'm still half asleep .. I'll leave in the morning."
"No... you go now. You go out of my room."
"Are you kicking me out of your room?! After you made me sleep on the floor?!"
"Shhhh. You go."

eesh.

I leave .. I open the door to the master and see David and three cats sprawled across the bed. No room for me. I look at the clock. 6:25. Awesome.
I figure there's no point in fighting it. I get in the tub with a face mask and a magazine.

Kaelin 3 .. Mommy ........ 0.

It's 8:30 now .. no noise coming from the girls' room. So nice to know that Miss Sass is getting some good sleep. (does sarcasm come through in print?)

I'm so grounding that kid when she finally rolls her little Princess butt out of bed.

Stumbled across this last night...


July 13th, 2008


ETSY – Online Shopping The Handmade Way
by Stacie Haight Connerty




I have been a shopaholic for about as long as I can remember. When eBay came along, I was one of the first to register thus beginning what I am certain will a lifelong affair with online auctions and online shopping. In the past several years however it has gotten more and more expensive to shop online and I have begun looking for different alternatives for online shopping. I guess that you could say a place that supports the little person more than the big corporation.

Recently I met another mother at a playgroup and she said that she had her own business. I was intrigued, as I always am by any business owner especially so when the owner is both a woman and a mother. She said that she made boutique baby items and sold them online. I naturally assumed eBay but she said that it was someplace different. A site that I had never heard of before called Etsy.

As soon as I got home, I immediately Googled Etsy and found it right away. Etsy is self described as ‘Your place to buy & sell all things handmade.’ In essence, Etsy connects artists with buyers. Not art in the sense of a painting. Well, it could be a painting but it is also so much more. Further, Etsy is socially and environmentally conscious by “offering alternatives to mass produced objects.”

Etsy is the place to go for craftsmanship and originality. For all my fashion and gift needs, this is where I almost always go to first. You will find one-of-a-kind art, jewelry, paintings, clothing, housewares, accessories, candles, beauty products, linens and so much more. The place is amazing and what is more amazing is that these sellers made it all. You will not find mass-produced items on Etsy. You will find the stay-at-home mother who makes boutique baby bibs in her spare time (All of my friends get them from me when they have babies). The quality rivals that of the finest shops. A jewelry maker who makes bracelets and cocktail rings out of snakeskin that she purchased as a waste product (I have one of each and they are fabulous).

I often see clothing or accessories on the runway and then find them on Etsy. Perhaps a little cheaper than in the stores but the quality is so much better and I am supporting an artisan. I found a fabulous Maxi dress on Etsy which is one of my new summer staples. I paid $25 for the dress plus shipping. Every place that I wear it, people ask me where I got it. I scored a $30 wrap skirt that looks like it stepped off of the pages of Vogue.

Etsy has over 1 million registered members from across the world that have purchased more than $29.5 million so far in 2008 alone from about 185,000 sellers. Etsy has been mentioned in the media more than 90 times. I am always a big person on sharing especially when it comes to something that I feel is an amazing find. Even more so when the site is eco-friendly.

A quick mention for your aspiring young fashionistas at home, the one-of-kind item in the picture is available here and can be customized with your daughter’s name.



(A big thank you to Stacie Connerty!)

Thursday, July 31, 2008

It seems that sometimes we forget ...

"If you reveal your secrets to the wind,
you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
~Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

In high school cattiness and behind the back whispers were just par for the course. It's sad to realize that this mentality was not left back there where it belongs.
What you say in private always makes it back to the people you were talking about.... and if said people are your friends, in time you may find yourself with no one left in your corner.

Let's all grow up, hold our tongues, and stay true to one another.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Sugar High

Reese, 10 minutes after eating a handful of Raisinets. Whoops. I won't make that mistake again.

(for some reason, 2 min was uploaded .. the clip is only a few seconds long, so just pause it when it goes black. Working to fix that...)

For those of you who know of my maternal fears .. and make fun of them.

See?! Bears really COULD eat my children! Who's being overly dramatic now hmmm?!

(one of many signs we saw on the way to North Carolina)