Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I used to know nothing. Little did I appreciate being able to call in sick to work and lay down on the couch with a hot tea. I could watch movies or sleep if need be.
Getting sick when you are a stay at home mom is a totally different ballgame. The kids don't let you call in sick. If you are really really sick, you might be able to get your spouse to stay home. But otherwise, suck it up, take some advil and deal.
Forget laying down. Spud seems to take offense of anyone laying down in his vicinity. (Perhaps that is related to his hatred of going to sleep.) He'll push on your head and do everything he can to make you sit up. Once you're sitting, he undoubtably wants to pull you off in one direction or another.
Sweetpea is still basically a newborn (I don't know for sure what age they are considered newborn until). She could care less if I am exhausted, she needs to eat. This time, I fought a serious battle to make breastfeeding work and that means I am the only one that can feed her, day or night. She also inheritated some of the anti-sleep genes that her brother has, so she can't seem to go to sleep unless she is being walked around or at least bounced on the exercise ball.
Meanwhile, Spud seems to be teething, so he is cranky. REALLY cranky. Waking up from his nap, he threw a fit. When I pick Sweetpea up, he throws a fit. Yet, for some reason, he has started taking offense to her being put in her swing, so... wait for it... he throws a fit. He wants to hold her, then he pushes her away.
Really, none of this is abnormal behaviour for my (or anyone else's) children. The difference is, I just want to curl up on my couch with a tea. And that's not an option.
How little I appreciated being sick before.
Friday, October 24, 2008
"Canada Post has served notice that it intends to raise the price of a basic stamp to 54 cents from 52 cents, starting in January.
The Crown corporation is also proposing to double the cost of mailing large envelopes, like the ones widely used in online shopping.
The cost of mailing a package weighing 500 grams would rise to $5.50 from $2.25."
Yes folks, that means that small businesses like myself may have to double their shipping costs in order to stay in business.
Now what's my beef, you may ask? I pass that cost on to my customers anyways. Very true. However, my biggest problem with this is that American sellers can send packages into Canada for less then I can. What a great way to encourage people to buy within Canada.
I understand and accept that it should cost me more to send internationally. Because of this, international customers are likely to have a preference to buy within their own country. Fair enough. Some of them still buy from me, but I understand if they choose not to. However, as a Canadian resident, I should have a slight advantage within Canada when it comes to the cost of shipping. Not so.
When I started my clippie business, I intended to have it be a clippie and bow business. That is, until I found out more about Canada post. While clippies can go in padded envelopes, bows would have to go in boxes to not get crushed. It would cost me about $6 to mail a small light box to the States and about $8 within Canada. Meanwhile, an american seller can send a 200 gram box (pretty standard weight for a few bows) to CANADA for a mere $2.86. Pretty hard for me to compete when I have to charge 2-3 times as much for shipping.
So I accepted the fact that everything I sold would have to fit into a padded envelope, and be less then 2 cm thick to fit through the "slot of doom".
Now, Canada post is going to double the cost for me to mail these padded envelopes.
So much for any kind of a level playing field...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
There's red and pink, blue, orange and green. I have more of my favourite lollipop ribbon and more colours of it. Pink and blue denim. Two of the boxed sets of ribbon that have such lovely prints.
Yes, I am obsessed. I won't tell you how many hundreds of dollars I have spent on ribbon in the last few months. This order is only a part of it. After all, you might tell my husband. But, rest assured, it will all be put to good use.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Spud is a toddler. Apparently someone didn't give him the agenda, because he wasn't that good at doing things the way they were planned.
Upon arriving at the farm and getting our tickets, we headed over to the playground to wait for our time slot to come. For the most part, he liked running around in the leaves, but there was a slide there that he absolutely loved. It was much faster then the ones at the playgrounds we go to. A 5 year old got off of it terrified, but not my little guy. He went down over and over again.
After a little bit of play on the playground, it came time to head over and listen to the pre-trip announcements. We headed to the "hoe-down stage" and listened to the safety talk. Spud had more fun playing on the hay bales and trying to pick up the giant pumpkin.
We then went on a wagon ride to go for the pumpkin hunt. Spud LOVED the wagon ride and was completely enamored with the tractor. So much so that when we arrived where the pumpkins were hidden, he didn't care about the pumpkins and just wanted to stay on the wagon.
Unfortunately, by the time we got him away from the wagon, most of the pumpkins had been claimed. It seems they only put out the exact number for how many children there are, and another child had claimed 2. Fortunately, Spud didn't care about the pumpkins and would rather run around in the leaves.
We did convince him to take a bit of interest in it.
Although he wasn't too sure about the decorating part.
In the end, we did get a toddler masterpiece. One without the "parental help" that many others received.
Once the pumpkin was decorated, it was time to explore the farm. He liked looking at the animals, but was a little nervous when he went in the parts where he could actually pet them.
Ultimately, Spud was more interested in the farm equipment, the playground and a dandelion that he found.
Throughout the whole experience, Sweetpea stayed nice and snug in the wrap. (See her cute Halloween clippie? HazelsZippyClippies.etsy.com)
Ultimately, it was a good experience. Butterfield acres claims to be the "real farm experience" and I can't say it was really that. The pumpkin hunt felt a little bit like an assembly line experience, as they really tried to rush us through. But we had fun. I think we'll do it again in a couple of years, once Spud and Sweetpea are both old enough to care a little more about the pumpkins.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The last week, Sweetpea has been waking up around 4:00 to eat. Now, I accept the fact that she is going to wake up during the night to eat. She is only 6.5 weeks old and when you decide to become a parent, you sign up for that. However, I would really like it if, after eating, she would go back to sleep. But she doesn't. She has wide open eyes and simply won't settle and fusses and cries when I lay her down or even lay down with her.
Somehow I was blessed with 2 children that just don't sleep well.
Now, maybe it's my fault. My parenting style has been described as attachment parenting. While I am hesitant to use the label, there are definetely aspects of it that I can't deny I follow. One of those is that I won't leave my children to cry it out.
So, here I sit, with my baby in a wrap, bouncing up and down on an exercise ball while I add an entry to my blog. Meanwhile, I know that my husband is upstairs sleeping in Spud's bed with him, because he woke up a couple hours ago and wouldn't go back to sleep without a cuddle.
Surely the day will come when both of my children sleep through the night. It has to. I'm just not holding my breath expecting it soon.