Combining Loves

Every morning Dave goes to Dunkin Donuts. It's part of his routine. I guess since he works from home, he needs a reason to get outside and breath real air instead of this recycled stuff here we've got here in the house.

Anyway, as I was saying he goes every morning. And often he'll bring home something for the kids—a bagel to share, perhaps a couple munckins now and then. Sometimes it's as simple as an orange juice. As a result, my kids have developed quite a love for the DD.

At the same time as this affection for Dunkin Donuts has developed, Jonah has begun to demonstrate a wild fascination with vehicles of all sorts and sizes. Thomas, of course, holds a special place in his heart. Which seems to be the case with all boys of his size.

So what do these two seemingly disparate things have in common? I can't explain it except to say that today as Jonah watched Thomas he spontaneously said, "Choo-choo train getting coffee. Going to Dunkin Donuts." I had to smile. Now that's a boy who knows how to combine his passions.

File Under: Things that are Super Awesome

Rocket Balloons: We had so much fun with these at a friend's house over the weekend. Seriously, I don't know who enjoyed them more, the kids or the adults.

I HATE Spammers

The night before last, Dave and I were settling down to watch Field of Dreams. We've never seen it and there was nothing else on. As we get about 10 minutes into the movie, "If you build it, he will come," my email starts pinging in the other room. I get up to check and I have 30 messages of spam seemingly sent from my own account. They have all been returned by the recipients as spam. What the heck?!?!?! (I can't use the language I really want since this is a blog about my kids after all but feel free to substitute the coarse language word of your choice at select locations throughout this post)

Three minutes later 40 more of the same messages. Six minutes later and my mailbox is rapidly filling up with 100s of bounced messages. Dave urges me to call my hosting service and sure enough this happens all the time. Isn't that nice? Spammers can use any email address they want as their out-going mailbox. Meanwhile people in Indonesia, the US Midwest and Australia think Ellie Bellie Kids is trying to sell them Vigara and Cialis at super crazy reduced prices.

So if you were spammed by what appears to be us, let me clarify, I did not send it. I don't want you to have larger genitals. I do not care if you can not satisfy your lover. I don't have any super secret oops-I've-said-to-much stock tips to share with you. I, like you, hate spammers and hope they get hit by a bus.

There. I hope that clears it up.

Sadly, The Feeling Isn't Mutual

God bless my children, they put up with a lot. Well to be truthful, so do I. But when all is said and done, they are a pretty decent pair. And as draining as it is to have two shadows (make that three now with the addition of the dog) with me all day, every day while I'm trying to grow our business I must say I wouldn't have it any other way.

But Ellie would...

Yesterday as we were running errands, I hear from the backseat of the car:

Ellie: Mommy, when I grow up and have a job, I'm going to have my babies go to school or some other place while I work.
Me: What, don't you like hanging out with me all day?
Ellie: No. It's boring.
Me: Ah. I see.

Now I'm trying not to be too wounded from this heavy-weighted blow from my four-year-old. Instead, I try to think of how many stories we tell in the car, how many songs we sing during a given day (Jonah's favorite is Dan Zane's Pay Me You Owe Me), how we spend every meal together or how just yesterday I made chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies with them and then spent the next 40 minutes cleaning up the mess from them helping while they enjoyed running around screaming like mad people.

No, I will not fall into that guilty trap that all mothers experience regardless of whether they work full-time, part-time, stay at home or work from home. But alas, I wouldn't be honest if I said I wasn't slightly crushed. How can someone so small wield such power? Wait a minute, isn't that what they said about Napoleon?

Sigh. I guess all I can say is, Viva le school starting a week from Monday!

Cookie Mag

People have been asking what it's been like since our tutus were in Cookie Magazine. I have to say it's been wonderful. We've had a tremendously positive response and I couldn't be more thrilled with the photoshoot they did. I think it really highlighted why these tutus are becoming so popular.

I think it has also been tremendously gratifying for my sister to see something she designed on the pages of a magazine (let alone having a supermodel's children wearing her design). She has often been on the receiving end of some rather demeaning comments regarding her reading disability. When she was taking courses in design, many of her peers (and teachers) poked fun. Well, it just shows what hard work, being true to your natural talents and a maintaining a firm belief in yourself can get you.

We're also excited about our ability to now make a larger donation to Dr. Bob's Place—a children's hospice—through the increase of sales since the Cookie issue came out.

We've donated to many organizations in the past—Relay for Life, Leukemia Society, Local Preschools, La Leche League, but with Dr. Bob's Place I feel like we can make a larger impact since we'll be collecting for three months rather than making a one time donation of products.

It's part of our initiative to donate to a worthy cause. Me coming from my non-profit background and my Mom and Sis being the wonderful do-gooders they are, we couldn't have a company and not donate something to charity. We're no saints, but you know, we like to do what we can.

So yes, having: people google our name directly, international stores carry our products, and repeat customers helps me tackle the 18 hour days with a little more gusto. Well that and a good cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee. Ahhhh, java.

Manipulation

Does it really begin so early—this art of manipulation?

The other day Dave and I took Ellie to get some new shoes. We had picked out a cute gray and pink number but she had her heart set on a brown and pink number (with pink flowers and hello kitty of course). When I tried to talk up the gray/pink number that Dave and I had picked out her response was:

But Mommy, these (holding up the brown shoes) are the same color as your hair. I like that.

And while I shouldn't have let that persuade me darn it, I just couldn't resist her dedication and cleverness. So yes, she walked away with the shoes of her choice. She's not even five yet. I'm sure I don't even want to imagine what's in store for us down the road.

I No-wanna

Jonah's favorite phrase is, "I no-wanna." It is his response to everything at the moment.

Hold my hand
No I no-wanna hol-a-'and

Come here
No I no-wanna come 'ere

Do you want a hot dog?
No I no-wanna ought-dawg

Talk to Daddy on the phone
No I no-wanna tawk to da-dee

You want some ice cream?
No I no-wanna i-keem
Oh okay I'll just put it back then
No! No! I wanna i-keem! I wanna i-keem

I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Chug-achuga-CHOO-CHOO

Okay, I know many of you who read this don't live in the Baltimore area, and normally I don't post about things to do in town (and have now done it in back to back posts) but I just stumbled across this event and thought it looked like fun. The B & O Railroad Museum in Baltimore is having a Kids Fest September 15 and 16. Milkshake (who I think are a Maryland-based group from Frederick) is going to be there. I've seen them on Noggin so they're sort of elevated to celebrity status with my group—the preschool set.

Anyway if you're around and have a kid obsessed with trains—Jonah's train obsession is starting—you should check it out.

Friday Nights in Baltimore

Every Friday from September 7th through March 21st the Maryland Science Center and the National Aquarium in Baltimore are discounting tickets for admission after 5 pm. Tickets are only $8! Considering each adult admission is normally over $20 that's a pretty sweet deal!

15 Years

Fifteen years ago today, a boy and girl went on a date to see Pet Cemetery II (one of the worst movies ever). Eight years later they married and two years after that their first baby was born. Three more and the birth of their second child made them a family of four. So here's to us and to that awful stink of a movie, Pet Cemetery II.

Bon Anniversaire!