Bits & Pieces

Eight Months
Gwen is eight months old now. Eight months and three days, actually.

She’s a delight, even when she’s difficult. She skipped a nap yesterday and was very fussy and emotional, with little pink sleepy eyes and alternating between smiling and crying. We are thinking of transitioning her to an earlier bedtime. We’ve been putting her to bed at around 8:30, and she used to wake up at 7 or 7:30 but recently she’s been sleeping until 8:30 or 9 in the morning. While ordinarily I’d love to sleep in as well, I’m going back to work at the end of the month and I need her to wake up earlier with me.

Eleven Years
Sym is a delight as well… sometimes. At other times and I get super frustrated with her, especially when I want/need her to do something and she’s like LOL NO. I’m probably too lenient with her and let her do whatever she wants too much, because trying to get her to do something she doesn’t want to do… oy. Yesterday I wanted her to come for a walk with me, the baby and the dogs and I had to threaten to take her phone away to get her to even stand up.

Fat Cup
I have a cup full (FULL) of bacon grease in the fridge and last night I took it out to add some grease to it. When it had cooled I went to put it back in the fridge but it wasn’t fully solidified and I spilled it all over my hand and the inside of the fridge. Gross. I ended up leaving it out all night and I went to put it away just now I almost did the same thing, so I yelled aloud “STOP TILTING THE FAT CUP, YOU MORON.”

Internet Famous
Sometimes I wish I was a better blogger, that this blog was more popular and successful. I don’t think that’s ever going to happen though, and for the most part I’m glad. I don’t think I would want to deal with the scrutiny and weird expectations. Do I really want thousands of people judging how I raise my kids and what I share about them? No. No I do not. I also do not want to work super hard at this, if it isn’t fun anymore I don’t want to do it.

Internet Successful
I do think I can be pretty successful with my etsy though, I mean not to the point where I can quit my day job but enough. I recently redesigned my header & packaging from a super busy colourful look to a simpler grey and yellow. Yesterday I re-redesigned it again to be even simpler, and later in the afternoon I RE-re-redesigned it to be the simplest yet.

clockwise from left: stickers, foldover labels, gift message card
I also created a new subdomain for it (shop.unicornpara.de) & an email address (tanie@unicornpara.de), so I could order business cards that didn’t have like… fifty different usernames on them.

Wet Dog
This morning while I was feeding Gwen I could hear Georgie whining and yipping somewhere in the house, but I just assumed she was playing slappy paws with the cat. When I went to go say good morning to Sym, however, I found my dog trapped in the bathtub. She hates having baths so I have no idea why she had jumped in there, but she couldn’t jump out again! Her paws and fluff were all wet, that silly creature.

Memory
Last night I had terrible insomnia again, and for some reason I started thinking about the trip to Hawaii in 2009 when Taylor and I got married. I remembered all these things that happened and all these moments we shared that I never told anyone else about, and how magical the whole trip was, and I started bawling my eyes out. Recently things have been kind of hard for us, between my getting sick and his working more than he’s sleeping we’re both crabby and keep sniping at one another. I ended up messaging him at 2am to talk about that trip and hopefully help us both remember to be kind to one another.

Look at these babies :’) I still love him so much.