Since my last post I’ve literally spent every spare, waking, minute trying to finish my patterns for the Bijou Market. The patterns are 10-11 page PDF’s and so, well, they take A WHOLE LOT OF TIME. I’ve also been busy making some instructional videos that will come as part of the pattern. Just another stepping stone on my path to becoming the SUPERSTAR I’ve always thought I already was.
While I’ve been busy working on my product line: The Little Tiny, the little tiny herself, Ginger, has learned some new tricks. Little Gigi, at 6 and half months can finally roll from her back to her tummy. As first time parents we were thrilled and so proud of our little dumpling for her new trick. “Oh Ginger!” we exclaimed, “You’re so smart! You’re such a genius! An Olympian! You ROLL girl!” Ok, I might have said all those things while Eric just said, “Oh good job Gigi!!”
Little did we know all the strife this little dog and pony show would bring us. Even though Ginger has been able to roll from her tummy to her back since she was about six weeks old, she for some reason can’t figure out how to do it now that she can roll onto her stomach on her own. Sometimes she can figure it out while playing on the floor, but only with a lot of dramatic grunts and writhing. If she happens to roll onto her tummy while in her crib, well, all hell breaks loose.
She’ll play for a while, then when she just can’t take it anymore, she puts her face into the mattress and starts wailing helplessly. I swear I can hear her saying, “I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP!” I’m happy to turn her over. But it mostly presents a problem because she can’t stay on her back long enough to get a nap. Which means, she gets irritated that much faster because she’s tired. If only we could get her The Clapper, it always worked wonders for the old lady in the commercial. Then again, she can’t clap yet, so it looks like I’m just screwed until she remembers how to roll the opposite way.
Here we are in St. George (we went with Eric’s fam a few weeks ago), I’m beaming with love for my baby, and Ginger is showing you all just what she really thinks of me.
And here she is in a 6 month photo showing what she really thinks of all of you.
And here’s an owl I designed. (Not that giant Knit one, the little flannel ones. The knit one was made by women in Kenya.) I call him the Happy Hooter, and the pattern will be for sale at the market.
Ginger’s personal Clapper