My phone is pretty much my diary.
And according to my diary, this is what has been going on in my life lately.
Our entryway got some rug love from Amber.
Bella is quite fond of it. Says it really sets the tone for the house experience. She thinks the large porcelain Dalmatian is just horrible though- she won’t won’t even look at him.
We have been hard at work getting the prints for Season 2 going.
The hand-painted drafts are so pretty.
Our office at Biscuit has been a disaster pretty much since the day we opened. The store is small- the storefront itself is about 1,400 sq feet and the office in the back is probably 12×18. Out of that office we do all of our design work, run the business of the store, plan future seasons and product development, store merchandise, ship orders, receive orders…It’s mayhem.
This is what it looked like on a good day.
Yesterday I had a lightbulb moment that our floor plan was not the most functional. So about two hours before close I called Pete and asked him to come over and help me and Maddie rearrange the entire thing.
That meant taking every.single.thing. out of our floor to 20 foot high ceiling shelves and cleaning it out. Taking every piece of furniture out of the office, and moving it back in.
We switched the desk and couch so now you can actually get into our file cabinets, and we have room add two Ikea expedit shelves on either side of the couch for design books and product catalogs etc. and will be able to use all of our built in shelving for inventory.
We made some progress…But I shudder to think what awaits me when I get in this morning.
Gracie became a toddler and learned how to throw a full on temper tantrum.
WHAT!? I was just kidding! I love my red shoes! WHERE ARE MY RED SHOES!?!? These black ones don’t match!!!
These black shoes are quite fetching. Have you seen my black shoes??
I am sure these toddler meltdowns get old. And you can remind me about this in 6 months when I am complaining about the terrible-twos…But I kind of think Pete and I are well equipped for this stage of baby-hood. The first year was rough on us- I know real live actual people who love the newborn stage. Us? Not so much. I think everyone has different strengths in parenting and times where they shine and are challenged by their kids development. But I am going to be bold here and say I think Pete and I love this stage.
Pete can turn a temper tantrum faster than anyone I have ever seen. And I think they are hillarious/cute- although I need to work on not laughing/rewarding her behavior. Honestly though, after so many months of worrying if every single cry meant something was seriously wrong, and if our responding/not responding was making her co-dependent/betraying her trust- it feels good to be at this point.
We have more confidence now as parents, enough to know most of the things the various “ism” schools of parents try to scare you with are BS. And we know our girl. We know when something is really wrong- and better yet, how to fix it. And we know when she is just imposing her will upon the world. And I love seeing that strong little will in action.
And if it ever gets to be too much? We can just pull out the bubble blower.