TOtal craziness around here... between news that #3 is on the way (amazing) and were going back to minneapolis to buy a house (more amazing) and now packing our entire house and catching up the store in aobout 12 days (since we found all this out) Its been nuts as Im sure you can image, so the blog has been kinda stagnant... sorry about that :( But thats for sticking around!!
This weeks favorite friday theme is MOVING! There are so many adorable moving announcements on etsy that I wanted to showcase some of them here... Hopefully we will be having a *new* house warming party as soon as we get settled!!

#1: SweetPrintShop - Modern Swinging Key Moving
#2: inkOBSESSIONdesigns - CHange of Address Moving Cards
#3: PerfectCards - Modern Lamp Moving Announcement
#4: ChrissyWatson - We've Moved Postcard
#5: SimpleSimonPrints - We've Moved Announcements
#6: SweetPeaBaby - Take a Seat new address notice
#7: LittlePaperBoutique - We've Moved New House & Home
#8: SweetCrickenDesign - Preppy Modern US Trivia Moving Cards
#9: AndGuest - Moving Announcement

"The says it hurts but its worth it"

WE love our undies from Small Threads... so sometimes we just have to flaunt that adorable little baby booty!!

Shit Monster      Ah, parenthood. I think I can say I've officially arrived. Tonight, Maddie shit her pants…and all over me.
      She let one go, and I congratulated her on her efforts as I usually do. “Nice one!” I laughed. I laugh because they're so loud and rumbling that they startle you. They might startle her too, because she always makes the Cupie doll face afterwards.
      I have heard stories of other parents getting pooped, peed, and projectile vomited on, so I always wait a few minutes after a poop to ensure she's finished her business before I go in to clean up. Ithought I was pretty smart. Well, she apparently found a way around my efforts to make sure I was initiated properly into the inner parent circle.
      Maddie was sitting up, snuggled into a corner I'd made with my chest, arm, and leg. We had been reading a book, so I finished the page and pulled her away from her cozy nook. To my horror, the seedy liquid breast milk stool had exploded up the back of her diaper, defying gravity and soaking the back of her onesie and my pants. Uggh. So, I cleaned her up, then set her in her crib to allow myself a little freedom to clean up myself. After changing pants, I treated all affected textiles with stain remover and washed my hands. My mind replaying the shit monster attack, and feeling like a terrible mother for letting her sit in it for the (literally) 90 seconds it took to finish the story page, I turned the corner into the bedroom.
      To my surprise, there was Maddie in her crib unaffected by the experience. I could tell she was not as traumatized by the shit monster as I was because she was hungry. I could tell she was hungry because she was mouthing her Sing and Sooth Seahorse. Not mouthing it just anywhere, but directly on the nose. It looked like she was planting a passionate kiss on the plush toy. And as quickly as the shit monster had struck to rattle my parenting confidence, it vanished in the joy of being the mom of such a silly, sweet child.
      Thank you Madeline--for reminding me that there will be hiccups and that they are okay. Whatever happens is a trip we will experience together, and being caught off-guard doesn't mean I'm a bad parent. Love, Mom.