This week has been a little busy. I think because I am having a hard time catching up on things. And when I was adding things to my calendar today, I realized that this past week was mild compared to what we have coming.
As you know, my mom and I got 25 nursing aprons to go up to Swiss Days in Midway, UT for Friday and Saturday. I friend who has amazing jewelry has a booth up there each year. She asked us to help her fill in a bit. So, a couple of friends and I went up on Friday. Taunya's booth looked amazing. I will get some pics. Her booth was also PACKED! She really does have such great jewelry, so unique and creative. She called last night (Saturday) and told Dave that most of her jewelry sold (about 600 pieces I think) and that I had sold 11 aprons. Which is great. I didn't have many expectations. It is her booth, her main concern was her jewelry and bags. On friday when I was up there talking to her husband, they had previously told me that 11 had already sold. So I went to count and see what was left and was teasing him that he had gotten my hopes up because there were still 21 left. He really did think 11 had sold. Anyway, this lady hearing this conversation says to me " Gosh, why would you buy it anyway? You are already carrying around so much. I used a blanket, or nothing. It is Utah by the way." What does that mean? That Utahns bare all? Fine, if they do, fine if you do, but I would say most don't. I don't mind people breastfeeding in public. I do all the time, just covered. So I just look at her, smile and say "Really, nothing? I just don't want to scare anyone away because of my boobs". Then I pointed out, I don't know why I even bothered, that using a blanket is great but this apron goes around your neck you aren't always pulling and tugging, it is light-weight, can be used to shade the baby, can be used as a changing pad just in case, can be used.... I don't even know why I bothered. Enough about it, but for some reason I am still bugged.
E is all about having friends over, it is the first thing that comes out of his mouth in the morning. And then he tells me how they will get here, what they will do, how they will feel. Apparently, on this day, they were feeling quite powerful. He will come out of his room in his costume (or alter ego) and say "Mama, I am dressed like Mr. Incredible, but I am still E, don't call me Mr. Incredible, or Mr. E Incredible or..." There are rules.
On Friday night I was catching up on blogs when Miss C comes down. She is struggling with sleep lately, which has NEVER been a problem for her (well, it has, but at least she was contained and never tried to get out of her crib). She is in a twin sized bed now, and for the first 2 weeks, no problem. Now, there are monsters, don't close her door, "I'm awake", on and on and on. I might have to have Molly and Amanda come over and tell her about the gypsies. Anyway, at the time I was reading Paige's blog and scrolled down to a picture of P and C instantly knew who it was. This pic is C holding a paper that says "Hi Paigie" but she would hold it out so she could see it, not the camera. I kept trying to get her in bed, but she kept schmoozing me.
One thing in my yard that always lets me know fall is here is one of my clemati (what is the plural for clematis?). It blooms every fall, usually September. This year it is so big that it pulled all the netting and twine off of the house. I still need to figure out how to reattach it without ruining the blooms. It is big and heavy. That is one project for tomorrow (with D, I hope.)
Don't forget to let me know about my hair, I need input.