a few things you should know:
1. I stay up ridiculously late almost every single night. I know it’s terrible for me, but I also know that it’s basically the only uninterrupted time I have during the day. I try to be present when my kids are home and awake, so about the only time I have to work on my business is when they are in school or asleep. A frequent argument I have with myself goes something like this:
“Okay self. It’s 12:45a.m. I could go to bed now and then wake up an hour later to feed Ava, or I could just keep working, and go to bed after her 2a.m. feeding. I’ll take a nap tomorrow.”
(for the record, the nap never happens.)
2. Part of the reason I am so jealous that my entire family gets to live in Logan, Utah (besides the fact that it’s like the most darling, gorgeous, funky little town ever) is that they have a Downeast Home. Have you ever been to one of those? They have the.best.stuff. Well, guess what? They just opened one in Gilbert, ten minutes from where I live. Guess who’s loading all four of her littles up in the car tomorrow to go down there? (Me, that’s who.)
3. I’m terrible at responding to emails. It’s not because I don’t care, I just never want to respond until I have enough time to sit down and write a really thoughtful, polished note back. With four littles, a husband, a house, a business and this little blog, that almost never happens. I’m learning to just settle for writing back at all. So if I haven’t gotten to you yet, I’m sorry… It’s coming. And if I have, I apologize for the typos.
4. We don’t watch TV. Ever. And I despise video games. I think they are the devil. (Not really) But I don’t let my kids play them or watch TV (mean mom). I think it’s good for them and honestly they don’t miss it, and neither do I. I do, however feel completely out of the loop when everyone talks about Downton Abbey; I have no idea who/what they are talking about. I’m sure I’d probably love that show if I watched it, but then I would be addicted. And that’s a problem.
5. I’m pretty naturally hard on myself. My weaknesses bug the heck out of me, so when someone else points out my shortcomings I take it way too seriously. Mr. is so much better at letting things roll of his back, but I’m no duck. Last Friday someone wrote something to me saying I stifle my children’s creativity. It nearly killed me. I spent all weekend worrying about whether that’s true. Being a mother and helping them grow naturally into the best versions of themselves is kind of a big deal to me. Then, tonight we were sitting in the living room, I was holding Ava, Mr. was playing the guitar. He’d let the littles take turns strumming the different chords to “You are my Sunshine,” while everyone else sang along. Then he taught them about sound waves, and let them see how the strings vibrate with the noise. Hannah was wearing her pajamas (which consist of a nightgown, pj pants, blinged out ugg slippers, a sweater robe and a sleep mask- you can see it here– so funny) Ethan was holding the little pieces of wood he picked out for Mr. to mold into some other toy for him. (Last week it was a stegosaurus out of wood scraps that he can “ride” He named it Steggie the Saurus, then spent all week talking to him like he was a real person. See Steggie here.) Carter was obsessed with the guitar pick, and when Mr. started playing Nirvana, he spontaneously broke out into a full on Riverdance. Kid’s got moves. They are kind, brilliant, creative, hard working, happy little people.
I think we’re doing just fine.
6. If you couldn’t tell from the 28 pictures I just posted, I’ve got a new skirt out today. Find it here. ;-)
7. The battery in my wireless mouse just died, but it’s cool, I’ve got a touch screen. Fancy.