3 weeks into my blogging existence and I am thinking I need to start compiling a list of blogs that I read. If you have a blog, I am sure you would love a new reader (and you might just get me and my Mom as new readers, so that makes 2 new readers.) Leave a comment with a link here or drop me a DM on twitter @MommyYouSayIt.
Yesterday evening I was hearing some discussion between the big kids about a “surprise for Mom in the morning.” Never got more than bits and pieces and then simply it skipped my mind.
Fast forward to 5:35am this morning. I hear a door open, I know the sound, it’s the Big Girl. I am lying in bed awake like I do every morning because Dad’s alarm starts going off about 5:00am and after a snooze fest he will finally emerge about 6:00am from the bed.
There is hustle and bustle going on, the fridge is opening, doors are slamming. lights are on…all before 6:00am on a Friday, a school day. After Dad gets up and into the shower, Big Girl gets The Boy up, then they proceed to get Little Girl up.
As this is all transpiring I am still lying in bed awake. And for me this is torture, I have a schedule to stick to, its a school day, I must get up first, I must take a shower at precisely the same time every time, I must make sandwiches, I need to feed the dog when the kids are brushing their teeth at exactly 7:21am. This has thrown me all off and I might not function at all today.
It was so nice of them to do this but it is amazing to me how caught up in my little routines I must be.
To be honest I let them do it all, never even looked in their lunches to see what they packed, I let them dress Little Girl and even put a diaper on her, which I did not inspect. BUT, I did send them back to the bathrooms to brush their teeth, which they conveniently left out of their morning!
You see it all started several years back, I started a business, Whiffy Bean Bags. My big kids were just 3 and 1 at the time and probably at first had little knowledge of what I did with my time. For the rest of the world, I spent a lot of time online researching and investigating, I spent countless hours sewing, Dad spent many hours cutting fabric for me as I totally suck at cutting and measuring and not to mention all the time I spent packaging items and going to the Post Office!
As we continued along, the big kids got older and it was clear they enjoyed their parts of the business. The Boy loved and still loves going to a fabric store, he is a softie for all fabrics and one of his favorite past times is picking out fabrics and having me make him new blankets. (don’t tell his guy friends) Big Girl became super interested in sewing but I never did make the jump into getting her a machine. She also seemed and still seems to enjoy the business part of running a business. She is about costs and picture taking and sales.
As this business was flourishing and the kids were getting even older and even more aware of what was going on, Dad decided to take a stab at soap making. He spent his hours of researching and concocting and testing all the while the big kids watched. Not long after he started, both kids started getting hyped up about making soap..they wanted to buy their own ingredients and pick the scents. They enjoyed making soap for their teachers and friends and the idea hit us!
Due to may outside influences not under our control, we made the tearful decision to close Whiffy Bean Bags. (maybe there will be another post some time about it but basically you can blame on the lead laws) but we had a new plan. Big Girl and I would start a soap business! (yes there are rules and regulation and laws we will follow but we won’t have to pay $1,500 to test each and every item we make like we would with Whiffy Bean Bags, but again that is another topic.) We currently are still in our testing stages and do not anticipate opening until Spring 2011.
We will post more next Thursday about our humble beginnings and will plan to make Thursdays our Fubble Bath Post Day! If you are not already a fan, please come by Fubble Bath on FB. You may find our link on the right hand side of the blog!
The Boy yells into the house from the front yard, “hey Mom, can I take Little Girl over to my secret hiding place?”. I yell back “sure, where is it?” I hear Dad giggling from the kitchen..I’m thinking what’s so funny?
Probably does not surprise anyone that The Boy yells back “in the bushes.”
Started this morning off with big girl’s softball practice. It was a beautiful day here on the Central Coast of California…a sunny 72 degrees on the field. After wrapping up the morning, the family headed over to the local grocery store for what has become our staple weekend lunch, spicy tuna bowls, corn dogs and chicken legs. The boy went in with Dad while the girls stayed in the car and discussed practice. Boys arrive back and we take off for home. The boy turns to little girl and asks her if she likes bikini sticks. I am thinking bikini sticks, what is that? and what a funny site they might be! He repeats himself just as Dad interrupts and says you mean zucchini sticks .not bikini sticks! Oh it was a good one! Can you imagine a bikini stick??
Been faithfully posting to my blog here for the month of January and really taking a liking to it! I would love to hear from other bloggers or anyone on what you find important about a blog or what compels you to read.
As for this blog in particular, I am close to relaunching a new look and some new clear cut topics! Looks for some changes coming soon!!!! yay!
My kids suck on ice cubes like they are lollipops. Their friends come over and head straight to the freezer for cubes, not otter pops, or ice cream or something else remotely resembling food. Even little girl at 19 months has taken a liking to it. Really, isn’t it just cold and messy?
There are many things that my children do that I wonder about. One of these many wonders can be depicted in the following:
I am making dinner, rushing around the kitchen, stirring, cutting, spilling….I run over to the kids’ drawer of plates, bowls, cutlery, grab 3 plates (remember I have 3 kids) and set them out. Without fail, one of my children (yes at this point any 1 of the 3) screams “I want the red plate.”
WHY? does it make the food taste better if its on a red plate as opposed to the blue plate?
If I am lucky it will just end there. If I am unlucky, it will escalate into a full on drag down sibling fight and no one will end up eating because they are sent to their rooms for the rest of the night without dinner. (ok, maybe not really, but the part about the fight is true.)