Monday, February 28, 2011

To Etsy or Not

Since I have taken up crocheting, Rocky has been encouraging me to sell my items on Etsy.  I have gone so far as to create a page, but I have not listed anything on it yet.  
Basically, I am afraid.
I guess I am afraid of failing.  
What if no one buys anything?
What if they buy it and HATE it?
Then I was introduced to the website regretsy, and my fear was increased. 
What if I wind up on regretsy??????
I know that Rocky is just encouraging me to sell my wares to make money.
I think he still harbours hopes that I will be his sugar-mama someday.
I think he is delusional.
OK, I WILL post my stuff on there.  
I WILL get over my fear of failure.
Even if no one buys anything, it still keeps my hands busy, and gives me something to do.
I will let you all know when it is done.

Caden is standing beside me and would like me to tell you that he has stinky bums and stinky brains.  
He thinks this is the epitome of humor.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


As Ciara and I were running errands on Saturday, she began to ask questions of a delicate nature. 
I am not sure I am ready for this! 
"Mom, how to babies get in the mommies tummies?"
In my head, I am panicking, trying to find an appropriate answer for my 6 year old without lying.
I want to be honest, but not brutally honest.
I explained that all mommies have eggs in their tummies, and that is where the babies come from.
"But mom, how do the eggs crack open?"
Then I had to explain that the eggs that mommies have are not like the eggs we eat for breakfast.  They are much smaller. 
"Well, what do they look like?"
That was one I really couldn't answer.  I just tried to explain that they are very, very small.
I know that this is just the beginning of questions like these. 
Will I ever feel prepared to answer them all?
Will I ever feel that she is old enough to hear the answers?
These questions are just a reminder that in a few short years, I will have to have a MUCH more detailed talk to her about these eggs and what exactly it all means.
Can't my kids just stay small and innocent forever?