|This picture really has nothing to do with the post. It's just pretty.|
Thanks so much for putting up with me lately. I feel like I've been a little crazy.
Although, in all fairness, every time I read on someone's blog that they've been busy or not around much or whatever I always think "Oh... I didn't notice."
Anyway, back to the crazies. I've been thinking about it (and I've been thinking a lot about the color red lately, but that has nothing to do with this) and I think that, basically, a lot of areas in my life are picking up speed right now. From starting an Etsy shop and learning about the whole world that comes with that, to starting the process of "do we want to keep this?" to get ready for moving this summer, to "Olivia, you can have a jello when you go pee-pees in the potty!"--my life and my brain have been all over the place.
(Or at least it's obvious to me.)
And basically what all these new things boil down to is a major time of transition. Some of these transitions will likely slow down and stop picking up speed once we get over the hump (i.e. moving and potty training) and some of these things (i.e. ye olde Etsy shop) will hopefully keep picking up speed.
Maybe you're not interested, but I wanted to talk about these things a little. I'm feeling rambly.
|Apparently we're moving in a bus? Sorry, I don't really have any great "moving" pictures on file. Yet.|
I was thinking about it the other day and I had a realization. Living in a college town for the past (almost) seven years, I've helped A LOT of people move out. Some people move every semester, it seems. And now that we live among married people, they graduate and move on with their lives. My sister-in-law says I'm an excellent packer. And, since I'm willing to accept basically any flattery, I believe her. So in all honesty, I'm not overly worried or stressed about moving out.
But here's the thing. Number of times in my life that I've moved in to someplace new? 4. And that's if you count moving from the top floor of my apartment complex when I was single down to the bottom floor... but it was just for a month while they remodeled our apartment and then we moved back in. The other three moves include moving into the dorms freshman year (yes, I lived in the same house during all of my growing up years), moving into my apartment when I was single, and moving into our apartment when we got married. All three of these places are less than a mile apart. None of these moves required a moving truck (or even boxes). And none of these moves involved moving any furniture or appliances.
In other words, I've never unpacked a whole home before. I think it'll be fun and refreshing. And a total hassle with a toddler.
I had been thinking about potty training anyway. Olivia's interested in the potty and I didn't want to squash that interest just as it was ripening. Then when we had our little neighborhood preschool here the other day the topic of potty training came up and it totally fanned the flame.
So, of course, I did what all parents do when they want to get ready to potty train their kids.
I made panties.
Haha. Okay, obviously that's not what most parents do. I'm no expert, but I guess most parents probably spend the few bucks to get princess or cars panties/underwear to lure their kids away with. And while Olivia would totally be digging underwear with cars on it, I wasn't ready to invest any money in the whole potty training thing. I knew she was interested, but I didn't know how far that would go. I didn't really want to buy anything and then regret it later. So I made some panties for her out of some old t-shirts I've had in my stash (more on making these later... probably) and, luckily, they turned out great.
Is there anything cuter than a tiny toddler bum covered up with a fresh pair of undies?
And I suppose it's this funny/adorable sight that kept me motivated while I made somewhere around 7 or 8 more pairs for Miss Tinybums.
But if you're looking for some glorious potty-training success story, you won't find it here. At least not yet. Number of times she's used the potty? Once. And that one time she seemed more terrified of the whole experience than excited or empowered.
I admit I haven't been consistent about potty training at all yet. I'll let you know how it goes when I get there. In the mean time I'm going to put those little bums in the tiny panties every chance I get. Even if it means an accident every five minutes.
The Etsy Shop
I know, I know, when you have a shop and sell stuff you're supposed to remain all cool and nonchalant about it. "Yeah, yeah, people buy stuff I make. It's no big deal."
Uhh... hello! It's a super big deal! And I still get super excited and happy every time I get that little "Etsy Transaction" e-mail. All of my hesitations about having an Etsy shop? Totally gone.
I'm having an absolute blast selling things from my shop. It's so fun to get to interact with people all over the world and know that the things I've made are going to someone who will really love using them.
And I know this makes me a total nerd, but I have discovered that I totally have a packaging fettish. I love using little bits from around my sewing area to package up the goodies people buy. It's fun to sell the PDFs (especially since you get to have them arrive in your inbox so quickly!), but I am sad that I don't get to package them up all cute and write you a note and send it your way in a little bubble envelope.
But along with all the fun, there's also a lot to learn. And I'm sure I haven't even scratched the surface yet.
|Here is another random picture I like.|
Anyway, those are some of the transitions I'm experiencing. I'm sure I'll learn a lot through each of them.
And hopefully someday Olivia will be out of diapers.