Tuesday, October 14, 2014

It's October

The house is quiet. I have been staying up late, too late, to try and work on the computer after everyone else is in bed. Theo still wakes up nearly every hour - but at least I have 60 minute chunks to focus.

Starting a business is hard. Running it alone is hard. Especially when I am trying to sell more of an idea than a product. I know business will pick up but it can be very emotionally draining putting so much work into something that seems to still only take money out of our pockets, not put it in.

I try not to get discouraged when I see other shops pop up and instantly have thousands of fans and I assume customers. I remind myself that I am building something bigger, not simply a t-shirt company. I am building a brand, a mission, a way to give back to parents in a fun and fundamental way. The shirts...They are just the first brick being laid.

I spend so much time thinking about this shop that I don't make time to write down the ways my baby boy is growing and changing. Do you think that is bad? Part of me feels like I need to give him every ounce of my attention. Record the ways he is growing and changing. Film him, spend more time on family projects, find ways to make sure that in 25 years I haven't forgotten how amazing everything he does is.

My boy. He is 14 months old. He is starting to run, arms out to his sides, elbows bent, wrists limp. He  talks constantly, like his brother and father and grandfather. He loves to eat nearly everything. We don't give him baby food - he eats what we are eating and has since he started eating solids. Tonight, he was quite happy to use his little spoon to scoop beef bolognese into his mouth.

He has his hand down my shirt whenever he feels he needs to feel comforted or safe...Anytime we are around other people. When he smiles he usually scrunches up his entire face, making my soul laugh. He likes to push me around - head between my legs, hands on my thighs. He is obsessed with playing with wrapped tampons - shoving one to two in his mouth and having two to three in each hand as back up in case I make him spit out what's in his mouth. He doesn't have a fear of heights, often yelling gibberish off our balcony, head pressed into the bars and a leg dangling through, climbing on top of the table, and up into the window sills.

My baby boy loves to hug people. He usually looks at me with a cheeky smile while he does it. He knows that I think it's adorable. He brings me his shoes when I say we are going bye bye and loves to lean against the front door with his hands behind his bottom. In the evening, while I am cleaning up after dinner he becomes very busy. He will disappear into he and Graham's room and come back wielding a wooden sword or shovel, grumbling things at me as he waves it in the air. He is curiously skilled at using a sword - for a baby.

When he is thinking of something mischievous to do he looks at me smirks, furrows his brow, and moves his eyeballs to the side. It's my favorite. And did I mention he loves to dance? I know all babies love to dance - but I have been around quite a few other babies and I can confidently say that this guy is very passionate about music and moving. He will start dropping his booty to anything that remotely resembles a tune. His newest move is a one footed stomp, but he like to bounce, shake his head back and forth, clap, and move his butt around. He also like to run in place - but that is when he is either very upset or very excited. It usually involves getting food or not getting food.

This boy is wild, happy, sweet, curious, and passionate. He stays close to me but loves to run free when he knows I am close by. How will I possibly handle him growing up? I am so in love with this little human I don't know how I will ever detach.

My amazing baby boy. I can't wait to see the beautiful man you grow to become.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Tents, Coffee and A Lot Of Bacon Grease

I really wish I had time to write and share pictures on here on a regular basis but between running a new business, taking care of a baby, life transitions and constant summer activity and travel it just isn't so. But, I thought I would tell you. We went camping.

Isaac built "Baby Island"

I grew up camping at Lost Lake and am so happy I get to share this place with my family. Continuing traditions and starting new ones together. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I sit in the corner of my bedroom working on fulfilling orders for The Love More Shop. The floor is hard and my tail bone has never fully healed from childbirth. I am positive that starring at a computer screen in a dark room is bad for your eyes, but here I sit because my baby lays asleep on the bed and these days, he rolls around a lot in his sleep. I am perhaps an inept mother - by boy is a year old and I still need to nurse him back to sleep several times a night and can't seem to get him into his crib without him suspecting something fishy and waking up. So, here I am, just in case he tries any new acrobatic moves tonight, I will be here to catch him.

This is him at the lake this weekend. Be still be heart.

These are the good ol' days.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Yes, We Are Open!

The Love More Shop is open! I hope everything goes smoothly! I hope the website works and I don't have any unfortunate surprises. I'm sure I won't, but opening a new business and online store is a little scary when you have never done it before.

I am only listing three items to start off, but there will be more to come in the next few weeks. Please spread the word and the love!


Monday, July 7, 2014

It's late and it's hot. I'm sitting in a tank top and underwear listening to water trickle down off the balcony above us. The upstairs neighbors must of just watered. It's 10:26. Isaac finally got the baby to sleep and I read two more chapters of the first Harry Potter book to Graham tonight. I love these normal family nights. Where nothing is planned, and we have no where to be and no one to see. These nights feel few and far between. These normal nights that I may one day look back on and romanticize. These normal nights where I sit nearly naked and still dripping in sweat, trying not to think about how much my neck hurts (I pulled something), and how much my toe hurts (I cut it.) These nights where you are so exhausted but start to think about all you need to do, the bills that have piled up for months, the lost insurance cards, finding a doctor for the baby, the baby's upcoming birthday and invitations that still sit on my table, writing a will (because that's what you need to do when you have kids even if you have nothing), what about that colonoscopy you need to schedule, how do you remove sticky stars from a ceiling covered in them, what will nap time look like tomorrow, where is the babies bathing suit, is my business going to be at all successful once I officially open?

I sit here and my mind swirls because aside from the sounds from the street and the cars breezing by on the freeway out our window, the house is quiet. Should I eat some ice cream and a cookie and force myself to sit in the dark "quiet" or should I make my last grand effort of the day to accomplish something?

I'm not sure what the right answer is but I think I will head to the freezer.

I love these nights.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Yoga Tank, People!

This block letter namaste tank is now for sale in my etsy shop! I only have a few available in each size so get one while they last. I am wearing mine now and likely will be most hours of most days because it is comfy and simple.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Summers Start

Our summer break begins with blueberry picking, trips to the bookstore, playing in fountains, brother baths, eating obscene amounts of fruit, and reading until your throat is dry.