An actual Posh update

I've been trying to update the new hats & diaper pouches whenever I have a free moment. I'm Photoshopping until my fingers cramp up! They'll all be uploaded within the next week or so. Meanwhile, if you want a matching accessory to your sling and don't see a matching product on the site, you can order it as a "custom" item and we can make it, if we don't actually have it in stock - which is likely.
I'm debating whether or not to re-order more of those "dots" everyone likes so much. (cocoa blue dot, cocoa pink dot, etc.) I went to reorder the new "Ziggy" from that supplier and much to my horror, it was already out of print and being retired and I'd just seen it as new in October 07 at the fabric show.
If we take a break from Cocoa Blue Dot and its kissing cousins, Pink & Candy, will you all still find something you like? I hope so...! We've got yardage for heck of a lot of slings in about 30+ other darn cute prints & solid combos. Anyway, I'd love hear what you like best of the new prints. Even if you aren't buying right now, it helps to get a sense of what to stock up on before anything gets "retired" or out of print.

I'll send out an actual newsletter soon too. Just as soon as I find the time to sit down and focus!

They outsmart me

Lia said, “Mama, I really really want to be six.”
I told her, “You’ll be six in six months.”
Lia: “But I really want to be six now!”
Me: “What if you always want to be older and older and one day you’re 110 and then you’re dead! Do you want that?”
Lia:” No, mama. I just want to be six.”

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Etan: “No! It’s not ours. It’s mine!”
Etan refers to body glitter as “glittery” and he loves to smear it on his face like some sparkly West Hollywood savage. The ambulance is “my siren.” Chocolate yogurt is “brown yogurt” and when I try to sneak in pureed fruit or veggies, he calls me on it and refuses to eat it.

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Lia & I tussled the other morning the other day over getting dressed. I decided to pull rank and just force the clothes onto her. In the process I scratched her somehow and drew a speck of blood. Tears were shed. Later that day, I apologized to her for being forceful and for her getting hurt. I still wanted her to be more cooperative, however. She said,” Mama, sometimes you just need to calm down.”

And later, when I repeated the story to Will while laughing at her sage wisdom, she said, hurt, “It’s not funny, Mama.”

Why I will never be on time.

We were literally walking out the door, at 8:05 am, when Lia turns and darts for the bathroom. How did she not notice the urge anytime during the previous 15 minutes? All momentum is lost. Finally, we get out and zoom over to the school, determined to make it through the side gate before it is locked. Lia notices her friends crossing the street at the traffic light and wants to dash for the intersection to join them. I scoop up Etan, his bulldozer, my keys, Lia's backpack, her sweater, and lope towards the light. Apparently I grabbed the wrong miniature vehicle, for Etan is screaming and making his 25 lb body lax as a lox. I put him down for a second, unable to manage all my bundles, and he tries to cross the very busy street back to our car, site of the truly desired toy.
Meanwhile Lia is running ahead towards the now locked gate. "Pick up your backpack!" I shriek. "I can't carry all this stuff myself!" Of course she won't and doesn't and now Etan is lying on his back on the sidewalk by the school buses, screaming. The driver is making sympathetic comments, but I cannot hear them. Lia is yelling at me to hurry up. I decide that I need to have a meltdown too and start screaming. I compose myself and stuff some crap into the backpack, pick up Etan, and start punting the backpack ahead of me like a soccer ball.
As we near the kindergarten gate, I decide, for efficiency sake, to just hurl it over the top and retrieve it when we come around from the other side, for now we have to go in a longer, back way. Now Lia is screaming and sobbing repeatedly, "I want my backpack! I want my backpack!" So I have to push her around and towards the entrance and I'm practically dragging Etan and finally enter the kindergarten yard where Lia stands still while crying for her backpack and my younger one is screaming. Out of the corners of my eyes, I perceive other adults assessing the situation, either breathing a sigh of relief that isn't their child, or wondering how Child Protective Services lets me parent without supervision. Within moments, everyone is settled as if we'd just sauntered into class with nary a quibble. It's 8:15 am, and I am exhausted.

New photos posted!

I still don't think anyone is reading this. But in case you're a devoted PP fan - here's the latest from Posh-land! I managed to post photos of the new prints and they are great. I'd love feedback on what people like best, because I may not re-order all of them. I have photos of the Bamboo and Bamboo-blend solid with accents, and will post those soon. We also took photos on Sunday of new hats & diaper pouches so those'll get posted soon too. If you're dying to see a sneak peak, just email me and I'll send them to you. I'd also love feedback on what people think of the new Bamboo & Bamboo/Cotton blends (aka "Panda"). They both feel great, but wrinkle if you look at them funny. Do you care? I'd love to know. I'm still searching for the perfect solid color fabric, preferably organic or eco-friendly somehow.

Just an aside - my daughter (age 5) decided today that she doesn't have to do something if she merely crosses it off the calendar. Clever, that one.

Wanna see something fun? Check this out (it's ok if your kid sees it) I suspect this from "Improve Everywhere": http://madhatterinnyc.blogspot.com/2008/02/frozen-grand-central.html