Sew much to think about

I’ve been having fun sewing custom dresses for C during the odd naptime here and there, and it’s been really, really kind of awesome. 
I love taking either her or D to the fabric store, picking out something cute, and turning it into something unique for her to wear. Since I have a longstanding hatred of using patterns (my brain doesn’t work that way, apparently) I’ve been figuring things out on my own, or looking at pictures online and scrawling my own “patterns” on scraps of paper.
A few people have been telling me I should start sewing them to sell. And it’s gotten me thinking … 

All photos of my custom dresses taken from my Instagram feed (Laptops2Lullabies)

Is this something that I like doing because I’m doing it for C? Or is it something that could become a fun hobby business for me? Would people really buy dresses like these? What would I charge? Do I even have time for this? (Keeping in mind I spent every weekday naptime working as a freelance journalist, which leaves me with a few hours of “free time” on the weekends only)

I don’t know. I can’t decide.

I’m tempted to test the waters and see if anyone would be interested, first of all. I love designing and sewing these dresses, and creative pursuits make me happy. Of course, it wouldn’t be ME if I didn’t also launch into branding myself and doing up a website, but I’m trying not to put the cart before the horse.

Still …

It’s something I keep thinking about.
I have to give it a try, don’t I?

xoxo

Chatty Cathy

I can’t tell if it’s boring when I re-tell them to other people, but I just can’t get enough of the funny things my newly-minted three-year-old has been saying lately!
Maybe it’s a Mom thing, and other moms find toddler-speak interesting, too? I always love reading the Clara Conversations over on Young House Life, as well as the Every Says feature over on Dear Baby. It’s so funny to hear a little person’s perspective on things, once they can put it into words.
Here are a few of D’s funniest lines lately …
  • “Oh, my GOSH!” (He explained he heard it from my mom)
  • “Das awe-sum!”
  • (While watching me dry off after a shower, and launching into our usual “girls have vaginas, boys have penises” discussion): “I want a ‘gina! I want a ‘gina in my bum so I be just like Mommy and Sissy!”
  • (While crying about something very specific he wanted for breakfast): “I want a peanut! Pees, Mommy! PEANUT, PEES!” It turns out he wanted a cold, dried-out pita.
  • (While asking to watch the Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer special, which happens year-round): “We a watch a Roof-rolph, pees?”
  • (While running outside onto the deck to check on Darling Husband doing yardwork): “How it goin’ Babe? What you doin’ Babe? How it doing?”
D just stood at the front door shouting “Ha! Ha!” I asked him what he was laughing at and he said he was “talking to da birds.” Sure enough, a crow answered “Caw! Caw!” and D continued yelling “HA! HA!”

At the mall, D insisted on wheeling C’s stroller into the mall so he could “watch da people.” The cashier did a double-take and said “Did he just say he wants to people-watch??? How old is he?”

D attempting to padlock his dresser drawer using a toy. He kept murmuring “Dis a tricky one” and “Nice and safe.”
“I can’t eat da brekkist. It’s TOO TASTY!”

This one isn’t a funny line, but a funny story that I shared on Instagram. D snuck out of his room at naptime to play in the toyroom (outside my office) as usual. I ignored him while I finished a call, and then I realized it was really quiet. I stepped outside my office and saw him fast asleep under the play kitchen. Guess he needed that nap after all!

***

And for our conclusion, selections from Belle from Beauty and The Beast (something D sings about 50 times a day to himself):
“Wittle townnnn! Is a quiet viwwage! Every dayyy, wike the one beforeeeee! Wittle townnnn, full of wittle people, waking up to say … Bonjour! Bo-jour! Bonjour, bonjour, bo-jour!”

“Good morning, Belle! Good morning, Mis-yeur! Where’re you off to? Da book shop! I just finish da most wonderful story ’bout a beanstalk and a — Elysee! Da baguettes! Hurry up!”


“Ohhh, isn’t dis amazing. Is my fave-rit part becausssse you seeee. Here where he meet Prince Charn-ing … won’t dis-over that is him ’til chapper freeeeee!”

“… Elysee! Da baguettes! Hurry up! … *pause* … Bonjour! Bo-jour! BONJOUR BONJOUR BONJOUR!”

xoxo

More adventures in camping with toddlers

Our new tent trailer has been getting quite the workout! And luckily, we’re learning more each trip about how to successfully camp with toddlers — something that is not for the faint of heart.
For our third camping trip, we hit up a spot called Elm River that has a lot of history for our family. It’s the same campground I used to visit with my dad, sister, and stepmonster — in the exact same trailer, since as you may recall, the trailer was gifted to me by my dad earlier this summer. 
Darling Husband and I also went to Elm River to camp with friends during university. I don’t remember too much of those trips, except that (A) they were fun, and (B) we thought we were flat-out GENIUSES for tying bags of beer to our inner tubes as we floated down the river.
Good ol’ Elm River in Debert, Nova Scotia
This trip went very smoothly, so let’s get to the rundown so we can see how we did! (Remember you can go back and view the first rundown and second rundown, if you’re looking for lots of toddler camping advice and what-were-we-thinking moments!)
What went wrong:
  • We arrived at lunchtime. Check-in time was noon, and the campground is only about 10 or 12 minutes from our house, so we sort of ate a quick snack at home and then arrived promptly at noon. The kids and I ALWAYS eat lunch at noon, exactly. So … yeah … We intended to BBQ up some hot dogs as soon as we arrived, and that didn’t happen, so there was probably a hangry moment or two.
  • We forgot the bed-rail for D. Luckily, we didn’t need it. We just piled up pillows from the trailer’s bench seats, and we had no issues with him falling out of the (very high) trailer bed.
  • It was a bazillion degrees. Of course, we had no control over this, but I still wish it hadn’t been quite so hot. Seriously, people should schedule their vacations around our camping trips, because we accidentally seem to pick the hottest days of the entire summer. For non-outdoorsy people like me, camping is not a good place to be when it’s 30C or above. There’s no AC, that’s for sure.
  • I forgot a book (like a real, paper book). I guess I’ve been relying on electronic books too much lately, and I forgot a real book. That would have been nice to have, especially since …
  • … my phone got water damage. When we were in the pool, I left it (far back from the edge!) with our towels, but some asswipe’s cannonball must have splashed it. It screwed up for the rest of the trip, and I didn’t have rice to leave it in, so I left it on. I was in need of an upgrade anyway, for other screw-ups it was doing, so I ended up getting a new phone earlier this week. I got to see some interesting patterns on the screen, though, while it dried out!
What we did right:
  • We packed lots of Froot Loops. Apparently, this is my favourite part of camping, because I VERY MUCH looked forward to eating two mini-boxes of them the following morning. Delicious.
  • We have dinner down to a science. Easiest camping dinner ever — we bring steaks, steak spice, and a packet of roasted potatoes that I’ve precooked in the oven at home. The steaks are done on the portable BBQ, and the tinfoil packet of potatoes is tossed on the grill to warm up. HEAVENLY, and very, very easy.
Ooh yeah, baby!
  • We set up the dining shelter. This was a huge source of conflict, er annoyance during our first trip, because we were attacked by bugs and didn’t have a safe spot for the kids to run around outside. Darling Husband made sure to set it up this time, and it was perfect. We had a place to leave our giant tupperware bin of food, the cooler, etc. It was like a little outdoor living room. The only downfall is that both kids can unzip it to escape. Maybe a padlock is in order?
  • We made Jiffy-Pop. Another food-related highlight! I’m not sure why it is so special, because it is essentially just microwave-like popcorn, but … it’s awesome.
  • We picked a campground with a pool, a playground, and a river. There was never a time we felt bored, or didn’t have something for the kids to do. Critical when you’re camping with a one-year-old and a three-year-old.
  • We had reinforcements! My lovely Little Sis was camping at the same campground with her awesome friends (we crashed their trip, YOU’RE WELCOME!). So it was INCREDIBLY AMAZING to have babysitters nearby. We tried not to overstay our welcome when we visited their tent site (I think), and they were so sweet about playing with the kids. We even got to hang out with them in the river for a while, as they tubed and floated (and drank beer) and we kid-wrangled and floated (and deposited our kids in their inflatable boat for rides). It was so fun for D and C to be able to go on “adventure walks” to find their Aunt Lely’s site, too. And they had a prettttty awesome time playing with the water spiggot, too.

Running water is THE BESTEST!
  • C had her very first S’more! I hadn’t really planned on giving my 15-month-old a S’more, but it happened and I was fine with it. She ate it very, very slowly and seemed to think it was the best thing ever. I didn’t even eat a marshmallow this time, so I felt very un-camping, but really, they are just so sticky and gross to me. Should I eat one per trip, just to fit in? Maybe.
Darling Husband has a tradition of spending all of our cash on firewood (two huge reams!) and proceeding to use every stick of it, no matter what. Our fires are large.
“Dis is delicious!”

Experienced S’more eater

  • We achieved the perfect balance of “exhausted but not overtired” with D. On our first camping trip, D slept perfectly through the night. On our second — which was at his grandparents’ cottage and involved copious amounts of TV and candy — he was up screaming throughout the night. The third time was the charm, thank God, and he slept perfectly again. The trick for him is lots of fresh air and activity, WITHOUT the sugar/cartoon frenzy that leads to these nighttime wakeups. (We did, of course, wake up to see a gigantic adult-sized poo floating in a lake of pee inside his “trailer potty,” so he was clearly up during the night, but I’m grateful he did his business quietly and then got back into bed on his own. I don’t think I can get used to the trailer smelling like an OUTHOUSE every morning we camp, though …)
  • We packed the right amount of clothes and bedding. We had warm PJs, we had enough quilts, and we also had bathing suits. Success! But I didn’t overpack, either, which was another win. I think I’ve discovered that the trick to packing for a camping trip is to pack a variety of clothes, but not a lot of clothes. A sweatshirt for everyone, a bathing suit for everyone, a pair of warm PJs and a pair of light PJs, but not three or four of each. If something gets wet, you can hang it on the clothesline. It’s not a fashion show (or so I’ve been told … but yes, I still do my makeup first thing ever morning!)
    • The scene at camp (Hiyo, dining shelter!)
      What we’ll do differently next time:
      • Bring a couple of tarps. We still haven’t brought one along, even though we love the idea of setting one up right outside the trailer so we can step out onto a “front porch” of sorts. I also want to spread one out as a floor inside the dining shelter. C drops a LOT of food on the ground, and then tries to pick it up and eat it — and gets a mouthful of grass and dirt, too. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to scoop little bits of food off of the GROUND but it’s rather difficult. 
      • We’ll bring more daytime snacks. We had all of our meals covered, but for snacks it seemed like we had nothing but Goldfish for the kids and chips for us. Not a problem, but we should have packed granola bars, apples, and other easy-to-eat things.
      • I’ll bring a book. Not that I had much time to read, but it would be nice to have the option just in case.
      • Buy a second cooler beforehand. We only have one cooler, and it’s way too packed during our trips. We have a bunch of icepacks in there, plus all of our milk, juice, meat, fresh fruit, butter, Darling Husband’s beer, and — most importantly — my Diet Coke. The tent trailer also has a tiny fridge, but it doesn’t seem to get very cold. I think we need to buy a second large cooler, so we can have one just for drinks, and one for food. They’re probably on sale now, too!
      • Bring Diet Coke cans, not bottles. Speaking of Diet Coke, this is a very, very important reminder to myself, and to all other Diet Coke drinkers. Do not bring a two-litre bottle. It is a HUGE pain in the butt to have to pour drinks when you’re camping, because (A) all of the cups are crappy plastic thingys, and (B) there are limited hard surfaces on which to balance the aforementioned crappy cups, and (C) you can’t just grab a can and head to the river, playground, etc. Bring cans camping, if that’s the ONLY piece of advice you remember.

       ***

      We are getting better at this camping thing, and these posts are proof! Darling Husband is working a lot throughout August, but we’d like to try to sneak away for another trip soon — even if it’s just one night in the middle of the week.

      We think we’re even ready for multi-night trips, if you can believe it. The set-up/tear-down process of a tent trailer is really a lot of work, and I think staying for two nights would allow us a little more time to enjoy camping — rather than feeling like we just got settled, and having to take everything down again.

      Happy trails!
      xoxo

      … and then my kids ate my jewelry … (Product review)

      The following post is a product review of Smart Mom Jewelry’s Beaded Teething Bling necklace. I was provided a necklace to review, but all content and opinions are my own.
      ***
      We had a real issue with baby C when she was about 10 months old. She turned into a biting maniac who would chomp on unsuspecting family members (mainly me). It was NOT COOL, C (if you’re reading this when you’re older, please stop being a dramatic teenager and take pity on me, OK?)
      D went through the same thing, to a lesser degree, but he still has an issue with chewing on his fingers/nails/hands and even his FEET, to my utter horror. 
      I think my point here is kids = Bitey McBiterson?
      When Smart Mom Jewelry asked me to review one of their teething necklaces, I was immediately interested. My kids have both been bad about yanking on jewelry (D has broken many a chain), and this stuff was supposed to stand up to the wear and tear of kids? They could even gnaw on it? Sign me up!
      Beaded Teething Bling in “Zebra”
      Oh, the bathroom selfies. You know them. You love them.
      When the necklace arrived, it was bigger than I expected. I don’t normally wear anything expect a small silver chain with a few charms on it, so it took a little getting used to. I liked that it was black and white.
      But I couldn’t believe how much the kids loved it! C grabbed it and put it in her mouth right away, and paused when she realized I wasn’t stopping her. D noticed immediately (as he notices immediately when I change my nail polish), and got in on the chewing action. I managed to wrestle the pendant away from them eventually and give it a little chew, too. In the name of research, of course!
      It’s been a few months now, and I must admit I don’t think to put it on as often as I should. With all of the beads and the pearl finish, it feels a little dressy. But I think one of the single pendants on a plain cord would work much better for a casual, everyday Mom outfit. 
      The kids recently started playing with it when they go into my closet in the mornings. Because the beads are safe and it has a breakaway cord, I can let them play dress-up with it while I get dressed and not have to worry. D loves wearing it, and C still goes to town gnawing on the beads.
      They think it’s hands-down the best piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned — and the most delicious!

      Thanks, Smart Mom!

      Camping with toddlers: Take II

      It appears we got over any ill feelings towards camping with toddlers pretty quickly, because before we knew it, we were on the road again!
      This time, it was what I refer to as “soft camping,” because we were setting up the tent trailer in the yard of Darling Husband’s grandparents’ 145-year-old home (now technically his parents’ summer home). It still involved a two-hour drive both ways, sleeping in the trailer, and packing a whack-load of stuff, so it was still sort of camping.
      Last time we struggled with the daytime portion of the trip — keeping them safe, entertained, contained, you name it — but the night was perfectly smooth. This time? Total opposite. The daytime was great, because we had two grandparents and a great-aunt to help us watch the kids. It was awesome! 
      But at night? OH GOD, THE NIGHT. 
      D was hysterical about going to bed. We locked them in the trailer and stayed in the house for a bit (don’t worry, the trailer door was about two feet from the door of the house), and when I went outside to go to bed, I stepped outside to hear silence from inside the trailer … and see THE TRAILER DOOR WAS OPEN. Like, wide open, swinging in the pitch-black night.
      I think I had a momentary heart attack as I flew inside the trailer to see if they were still there. C was sound asleep in her playard, and when I pulled aside the curtain to see D sound asleep in his bed, I don’t think I’ve ever been more relieved. 
      Lesson learned: D can unlock the trailer door. Good to know!
      Little Miss C ready to go camping (wearing one of my latest sewing projects)

      On the road again!

      Exploring the beach

      Fun times on the lawn tractor!

      I think this should be my new Blogger profile pic, don’t you? It’s so outdoorsy of me!

      On the second day, we were treated to a wagon ride by a neighbour two doors down — gotta love small-town connections! D was in his element, because the boy LOVES horses, cows, and any other farm animal you can name.

      In the tradition of these let’s-learn-from-our-mistakes camping posts, let’s revisit the trip …
      What went wrong:
      • We nearly lost a kid. D unlocked the trailer and (possibly? nearly?) could have escaped into the night (luckily, he did not — or if he did, he came back!)
      • We didn’t pack any warm PJs. In my defense, it was 30C when we left our house, so I didn’t expect it to be soooo much cooler just two hours away. But it was pleasant during the day (instead of sweltering), and pretty crisp at night. Poor C had nothing but a flimsy tank nightie, and I didn’t even have a long-sleeved top or sweatshirt to put over it. Lesson learned: even in the hottest part of summer, the trailer can be very cool at night.
      • We didn’t pack enough bedding. See above. Luckily, we were above to borrow (gorgeous, handmade, antique) quilts from Darling Husband’s grandparents’ house.
      • D had night terrors. This isn’t a “camping thing,” because D often struggles with things like this at home. It seems to happen when he’s really overtired/over-TVed/oversugared, which goes hand-in-hand with grandparent spoiling and all that jazz. He screamed and cried off and on throughout THE ENTIRE NIGHT, which woke up all three of us. He couldn’t even be reasoned with (i.e. threats/bribes hissed across the trailer) because he was still asleep. Brutal with a capital B.
      What we did right:
      • We didn’t overpack. Yes, I didn’t pack warm PJs. But I also didn’t pack a lot of other crap that we didn’t need. I was faster throwing our bags together, and when we got home, I unpacked everything fairly quickly, too. That was a huge help, because I loathe unpacking.
      • We did what we could to get the most sleep possible. With D’s crying/screaming episodes at one end of the trailer, and poor C next to him in the playard, the trailer was NOT CONDUCIVE TO SLEEP, to put it mildly. He would cry/scream, she would immediately wake up, stand up in the playard (uncovering her poor, underdressed self from the blankets) and cry, too. So we broke down and took her into bed with us, where she curled against me and slept like an angel. When D cried, she’d stir, but not panic. Yes, it was harder for me to sleep — I’m not good with sleeping with babies — but it was better than listening to her cry. Plus, then I could keep her warm! #forgottenPJfail
      • We were quicker about packing and unpacking. Camping feels like a lot of work (and IS a lot of work) if you let it. But if you throw your stuff together and go — and in return, unpack quickly as soon as you get home — it doesn’t weigh on you as much. 
      • We kept C in the car during the unload process. This sounds totally random, but it made a huge difference in our moods as we returned home from a two-hour Drive From Hell. We left her buckled into her seat (with all the doors of the van open) as we ran trip after trip into the house, and D played in the yard. She was happy to be home, so she just sat there watching us. And it was MUCH easier to drag in armload after armload without someone needing to keep an eye on her every move while she destroyed the house. Because of this speedy unload, we actually had almost every single thing unpacked and put away within an hour of being home!
      • Mommy got some alone time. While Darling Husband and his family were playing with the kids, I snuck to the trailer to “make up the beds” a.k.a. throw the beds together and then lie on one of them reading Pretty Little Liars, drinking Diet Coke, and eating chips. I don’t know if this will be possible on every trip, but it made a world of difference to my mood during a busy, hectic, out-in-the-sun too much trip.

      What we’ll do differently next time:

      • Pack warm PJs (just in case)
      • Pack as many blankets as I’d packed for the first trip (we’re learning that the trailer really, really has good ventilation and we should worry about being too cold rather than too hot)
      • Make sure D is tired out from fresh air and exercise, not too much television/grandparent-spoiling, so we hopefully avoid night terrors (this won’t be an issue on a real camping trip, since there won’t be TV or a pantry full of cookies/candy)
      ***
      We’re booked to go camping again this weekend, so let’s hope that the third time is the charm!