Molly & Gordon — business update

Over the past few weeks, I've been working on designs for birthday party invitations and birth announcements that I'm working on getting posted to my shop. I'm also pleased to announce that I have created a Facebook page for Molly & Gordon, so please check it out, "LIKE" it, and suggest it to your friends. I am updating there as I upload new products and designs and I plan on doing some contests down the road, so you won't want to miss out! This week, I've added the following birthday party invitations. Click on the links below the photos to place an order.

Available here

Available here

Available here

Available here

More to come...please check back often! I will also post very soon with a family update...we've been up to our ears in field trips, tball, soccer, dance and travel!

the dads on the bus...

Like Grace and her PreK class, Sam and his kindergarten class also had a nursery rhyme performance recently. They performed traditional nursery rhymes and songs with a twist. Sam was part of the Wheels on the Bus performance that included non-traditional characters (like rappers!). He was one of the dads, but instead of shhhhing their babies, they gave each other high fives. Grace and I were very entertained! :)

a couple of new items at my shop!

I listed two new items that are ready to ship at Molly & Gordon this week. Click on their titles below to check them out and please share with friends!

Teal Birdie

Little Owl

Thanks!

the car ride

I spend countless hours in the car with my kids every week. Off to t-ball, soccer, dance, school, Alaska, Arizona, Texas. Wait, what? Okay, I'm exaggerating, but seriously, we spend quite a bit of time in the car...just me and them. It usually goes something like this...

Me: Is everyone buckled?

Grace: yup!

Sam: (silence)

[I start to back up.]

Sam: WAIT!!!! I'M NOT BUCKLED!!!......Okay, now I am.

[I back out of the driveway...make two turns.]

One kid or the other: Can you turn the radio up?

Sam: Can we have 98.1 the Bull? (local country station)

[I turn the radio up and we drive about 23 seconds before Grace starts singing along (the child knows every word to every song on the radio!). We drive another 1.2 seconds and...]

Sam: (low voice) Grace, please don't sing! [pause...Grace continues to sing] (voice escalating) I want to listen to the music! I don't like you singing! [short pause...Grace continues to sing with an almost-detectable grin on her face] (voice escalates to frantic, almost incomprehendable crying going something like this) I'M GOING TO START FREAKING OUT!!! I JUST WANT TO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!!! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SING ALONG!!!!!????? (etc, etc, etc) [Grace continues to sing only pausing briefly to yell back at her brother.]

Grace: I'M ALLOWED TO SING IF I WANT TO!!! SINGING AND DANCING ARE HAPPY THINGS AND ANYONE IS ALLOWED TO DO THEM AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!!

Me: (blood-pressure rising) Enough! Grace, don't taunt him...you are allowed to sing, but don't look at your brother while you're doing it! Sam, if Grace is singing, we can still hear the radio, but if you are yelling, we can't hear anything! Your yelling is much more disturbing to the car ride than Grace's singing.

[All is quiet for a 2–3 minutes while we listen to the radio. Then, Grace starts singing along again. Sam loses it again. Mom very dramatically turns the radio off. Both kids cry. Grace sticks her thumb in her mouth and Sam stares out the window with a scowl on his face.]

And that's how it goes! Anyone want to join us for a road trip? :) This is the reason I brought the iPod along on our trip to Cleveland over Spring Break. I figured Sam could listen to it in peace while Grace sang along with any old song she wanted to that came on the radio. But, of course, Grace wanted the iPod...so there was a fight.

It's a good thing they're so adorable when they're not fighting in the car...

I'll take that as a (blatant) sign

So I was making cookies with Grace yesterday. As I was rolling out the dough, I sprinkled some flour on top of it so it wouldn't stick to the rolling pin. And, as I continued rolling, that flour worked it's way into the tiny cracks that formed as the dough stretched under the rolling pin. That's when Grace excitedly noticed that, "MOMMY! That looks like the backs of your heels on your feet!!!"

Sounds like someone is in dire need of a pedicure if they think they're going to be wearing flip flops in public anytime soon... *sigh*