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I had such a good response from the first holiday gift guide that I decided to do another one right away. I love that so many of you are excited about supporting the little guy.

As some of you may know, today is Small Business Saturday. Lots of small businesses may be offering special discounts today, and some may even have extended hours. My town holds an annual Party Night. Participating businesses stay open late and there are carraige rides downtown…It’s a really fun evening.

Of course, if you’re more of an online shopper, you can still participate! Just check out my previous gift guide OR take a look at some other awesome things I’ve discovered:

Do you have someone that can be a little hard to buy for? Maybe a beer or wine aficionado? Head over to RayMels and check out the selection of these trays made of melted wine, liquor, and beer bottles. They’d be useful for all sorts of things… Cheese and crackers, a place to leave your change, a bedside table catchall…  I mean, you do whatever you want with it because who am I to tell you what to do with your awesome tray?

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If wine bottles aren’t your thang, they have tons of other items to look at. How about one of their handmade clocks? You can get melted bottle clocks, but I think this old school percolator clock is super cute.

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I can’t talk about handmade gifts without encouraging you to order something from Crochet Me Lovely. This gal must have fingers and wrists of steel, because she’s always adding awesome new stuff to her shop. Not only does she make hats and scarves, but she has an offering of some seriously beautiful afghans. As the owner of several afghans my grandma made, I can tell you that there’s nothing better than a crochet afghan on a cold winter evening. They can be expensive, but a lot of yarn goes into these…not to mention the hours it takes to make one.

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So go out and celebrate the little guy by buying gifts from small businesses near you today…Or stay comfy at home and order online. Either way, no one appreciates your business more than the owner of a mom and pop shop.

Happy Small Biz Saturday!

*If you own a business or are the maker of beautiful things feel free to send an email to willfullydisobedientblog (at) gmail (dot) com with info, links, and any pictures you grant me permission to use. If I like what I see, I just might add you to my next gift post.

All pictures in this post are courtesy of the Etsy shop owner that created the items, used with their permission. I found all items and shops on my own, this is NOT a sponsored post, and I have not been compensated in any way.


Ok, I know it isn’t quite Thanksgiving yet, but I’ve already started my Christmas shopping. Yeah, I know it might be hard to believe that the queen of last minute gift shopping herself is starting a bit early but…I’m proud to say that I’ve already purchased TWO GIFTS.

TWO.

Don’t worry…The remainder of the gifts I have to buy will be purchased sometime around 5:00 pm the day before Christmas Eve. Many curse words will be said.

I’ve been doing a lot of looking online, specifically on sites like Etsy because I love the idea of buying unique, handmade gifts. Sure, there’s a lot of crap for sale on Etsy, but if you look hard enough, there are some real gems.

-I discovered Foxwood Drive through Twitter. If you are in need of some seriously beautiful, sophisticated jewelry for any of the ladies on your list this is the place to look. This Champagne ring is one of my favorites, but it’s all gorgeous.

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I don’t really wear a lot of jewelry since it would just end up a toy for my toddler, but this stuff? I would wear it to the grocery store…Which is practically the only place I go. It just looks like the sort of thing that would instantly make you feel fabulous, even if you haven’t showered in a few days and are wearing the same sport bra you slept in. Put one of these little confidence boosters under the tree for your favorite lady, please.

-If you’re shopping for a youngun, check out Simple Gifts. I absolutely adore this Cookies for Santa set, and this Bucket of Beetles may end up under our tree this year. These are toys you can feel good about… They are made by a homeschooling mom who uses “recycled packaging, donates monthly to non profit organizations and participates in reforestation programs. Simple Gifts beeswax is local and is the only non – vegan product used.”

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You can tell that a lot of work goes into each toy. My favorite thing? None of these need batteries or make any sort of noise. In fact, they don’t do anything. These are the sort of toys that will encourage imaginative play, unlike the ones that seem to play with themselves.

-Another shop full of handmade awesomeness is Ivy and Company. Everything you see in this shop is hand sewn and quite stunning. I am obsessed with her headbands, and I might have to order one for myself after the holidays. Well, unless someone wants to order one for me. Hint, hint.

Tell me this isn't adorable.

Tell me this isn’t adorable.

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If I had a daughter, I would be all over that apron. Actually, I wanted it for myself until I actually looked at the full picture and realized it wasn’t in a grown up size. I may be a small person, but I’m not quite toddler size. Take some time to browse through the different headbands available, because she does have different sizes.

-For the gadget lover, consider this Crochet Gadget Cover by Natalya1905. There are a few different styles and colors, but the one in black, green, and brown would be perfect for your techie man.

-If your man enjoys music and needs something to haul his money in, this gorgeous hand stitched wallet would be a thoughtful present.

I’ve seen a lot of people talking about shopping locally lately and I think that’s great…But I think it’s even better to try to support all of the little guys, no matter where they’re from. These people are taking the time to craft each object they offer, so in most cases every item is unique. To me, getting something that was lovingly handmade by someone would mean a lot more than if I got some mass-produced designer purse.

Consider not only shopping locally, but also shopping small. Yeah, you might spend a little more (but sometimes less!), but it will be worth it.

*If you own a business or are the maker of beautiful things feel free to send an email to willfullydisobedientblog (at) gmail (dot) com with info, links, and any pictures you grant me permission to use. If I like what I see, I just might add you to my next gift post.

All pictures in this post are courtesy of the Etsy shop owner that created the items, used with their permission. I found all items and shops on my own, this is NOT a sponsored post, and I have not been compensated in any way.


I had tentative plans yesterday to meet up with a friend that was in town for a short time.

I knew she would be busy trying to see everyone, but she had some free time during the day. I let her know that I had to go to town, but that O would need to nap first. Then to illustrate my point, I sent a video of The Grouchy One in all his grouchy glory.

Of course he was not in the mood to cooperate, and it was getting later in the morning. I decided to run to the store regardless of his napless status, thinking his grumpiness might be hunger. We grabbed some lunch and ran our errands, then I headed home to put the groceries away before meeting up with my friend. I considered leaving the stuff in the car, but I didn’t want to take a chance that the milk would freeze and explode in my car. Yes, it’s already that cold in Indiana.

Don’t worry, next week it’s supposed to be above 50°. My sinuses hurt just thinking about it.

ANYWAY.

So of course O would decide that naptime needed to happen omgrightnow when we got home. I put him in his crib and sent my friend a message. She said her kid was napping, too, so no biggie.

I cleaned the house a bit and started working on dinner, and I was surprised to see how much tine had passed when my little stinker woke up at 5:30.

I thought, “I need to message friend and let her know that we won’t make it before 6.”

This is where my mom brain kicked in.

This morning, I opened messenger to send my mom a message. I noticed the previous day’s conversation with my friend and opened it…only to see that I had actually never sent the message after he woke up. I instantly felt like a huge asshole, because I had completely  left her hanging. I was also super pissed because I had really been looking forward to the visit.

I sent her a message and apologized, but I have felt like a humongous douche all day.

I wish I could say this is the first time it’s happened but…

At least once a day I think, “I’ll reply to that text in a second…”, then I put my phone down and completely forget. Sometimes for days.

I have been meaning to call my insurance company now for almost a month, but I never remember until the office is closed for the evening, or on the weekend.

I spent a good hour and a half working on a grocery list the other day. I went through the freezer, fridge, and pantry to determine what we had, then checked the recipes I wanted to try for the week and wrote down what I needed. Then I got to the store and realized the list was still on the kitchen counter.

You don’t even want to know how frequently I say, “That was today?!

I used to have a handle on stuff. In high school, I rarely wrote down assignments…I just remembered what I needed to do. I have an uncanny nack for picking up song lyrics. I can still recite the Greek alphabet after learning it in college, for crying out loud.

Yet, now that I’m a mom I can’t remember to put toilet paper on the grocery list (not that it matters, if it doesn’t make it to the store with me). I forget my point halfway through a story and end up feeling silly for bringing it up in the first place… And I would bet my life savings that there’s a load of clothes in the dryer that I’ve forgotten about.

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Well lookie there!

What happened to me? Does this ever go away, or am I doomed to forever be feebly saying, “I’m sorry, I forgot”?

Please tell me I’m not alone in this.


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I think he knew something was up, because yesterday morning my boy started trying to wake up around 5:30. Birthday or not, this mama wasn’t having it. He did eventually go back to sleep, but at seven he was awake for real.

We went downstairs for a diaper change and some refrigerator oatmeal for breakfast. By the time he was done eating, The BF was awake. I decided to let O open his gifts from us so he could spend the morning playing with them.

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He loved his new mixing bowl and measuring cups/spoons so much that he had to take them in the bath. He has so much fun pretending to cook.

The birthday boy took a nap while I showered and daddy went off to cut wood.

Once we’d all cleaned up and made ourselves all presentable-like, we went to the restaurant, where we ate yummy Mexican food and partied pretty hard.

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We like to start 'em young around here. Ok, no we don't, there's no alcohol in that.

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The bear is yellow cake filled with cocoa cream cheese buttercream and peanut butter frosting. The 2 cake is chocolate with cream cheese frosting.

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A better pic of the cake topper I made.

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My niece is super cute.

We had a wonderful time, and O loved seeing everyone. When we came home, he immediately stuck a pair of his brand-new big boy underwear on his head and went wild playing with his new toys.

As I was putting him to bed, I asked if he had a good day. He looked up at me with the sweetest smile and said, “Haybirday”.

I melted.

And then The Bf and I might have helped ourselves to another piece of cake.


This weekend is O’s second birthday.

I know.

I still haven’t quite recovered from the shock yet, but birthday parties don’t plan themselves. We originally planned to have it at our farm like last year…but the weather isn’t going to cooperate. Rather than worry that our birthday boy, family, and friends would freeze, we decided to have it at a Mexican restaurant.

Best idea ever.

Suddenly, I’m off the hook for SO MANY THINGS.

Food? Anyone that wants to eat can buy lunch at the restaurant.

Plates/cups/silverware? Already there.

Decorations? Have you ever been to a Mexican restaurant that didn’t look festive?

Cleanup? Taken care of.

So we just show up with cakes (which I still plan to make because, duh) and birthday boy. Everyone can come and go as they please, we get to eat delicious Mexican food, and we’ll be home in time for the Colts game. I AM A GENIUS.

Instead of spending thus week stressed  out and running like a mad woman, I have time to work on the million crochet projects I have to do. I finished a gorgeous scarf for my friend last night and I’m really proud of how it turned out. Today, after running some errands (and picking up a delicious maple latte at a local coffee joint), I put O down for his nap and started a new project.

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This will be the first little girl’s infinity scarf I’ve made. I’m adapting an adult pattern, so I hope it turns out. Her sister has requested one in blues. I really love this pattern and I hope to come up with a way to do matching hats.


My kid isn’t quite two yet and I already have artwork proudly displayed on my fridge. I was looking at it the other day, and I got to thinking about just how much art one kid can generate in a childhood.

Spoiler alert: It’s a lot.

I know this because my mom kept all of the artwork my brother and I made. Actually, I’m fairly certain she kept every piece of paper we brought home from school in our little backpacks. The entire collection of two kid’s elementary school careers is housed in a big walk-in closet on the second floor of my mom and dad’s house. While it’s a lot of fun to look at, the sheer volume of stuff makes it a little overwhelming and, quite frankly, I worry that it’s a fire hazard.

But what exactly does one do with a child’s artwork? It just feels kind of heartless to throw it out, especially when your sweet boy comes to you beaming with pride and hands you a paper covered with his scribbles (and, ok, maybe some snot). Of course, you tell yourself you’ll just keep a few…maybe you’ll just keep the “really good ones”. Or maybe you’re the rotation mom, hanging it on the fridge fully intending to toss it once you have a new masterpiece to take it’s place. But somehow, these scribbles never quite make it to the trash can do they?

Wouldn’t it be awesome if there was a way to…I don’t know…Digitally archive your kid’s work so you could throw out all of the paper with a clear conscience? And wouldn’t it be even better if you could end up with a way to display your child’s artwork without having to buy frames or poke holes in walls? I think you all know me well enough by now to understand that I actually have a solution for you.

Enter: ArtKive. ARTKIVE_CONCIERGE_LOGO_FINAL

Artkive provides an amazing service for people looking to better organize and store their kids’ artwork. With Artkive Concierge you just send them all of your child’s art and they professionally photograph it and turn it into a beautiful, keepsake book.
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How easy is this?!
I happen to think these books would make wonderful Christmas gifts for grandparents. And how about sending your child’s art class masterpieces in at the end of each school year? You would have a book for every year, neatly displayed on a bookshelf.
This would also be a sweet end-of-year gift for a teacher. Collect artwork from all of the students in class and let ArtKive do the rest of the work. If I were a teacher, that would be the kind of gift I would treasure for years…And it would totally make me cry.
I know you’re thinking this sounds pretty amazing. If you want more information, or to place an order, visit ArtKive’s website by clicking here (you can also click on either of the above pictures).*
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try and figure out a way to send in sections of our walls…because that seems to be where O creates most of his artwork these days.
*Full disclosure: Artkive has offered me the opportunity to help them get the word out about their service. In return, they have offered me compensation for every order that is generated from my link.

So now that all of the hullabaloo (isn’t that fun to say?) from my tv show has died down, I’d like to say thank you to everyone that watched, shared, commented, called, and supported me.

This whole experience has been a wild ride from day one and I’m glad y’all went through most of it with me. Who would have thought Fred would become so famous? Not me!

A lot of people have asked what I thought about the segment. I loved it, and I think the people at The Doctors did a wonderful job. I can tell you that those people work hard and they are constantly on the move. The amount of activity buzzing in that studio made me want to lie down somewhere… But they were all as calm as can be. I’m not sure I could work in TV every day but I have a new respect for those that do.

I did notice that a little of the live part of my segment got cut out, probably for time. In the taped piece, I mention that O kicked the tumor occasionally. One of the doctors declared that O was going to become a soccer star after spending all of that time kicking his own little ball in there. It got a good laugh out of the audience, and I explained that I was already prepping him for a career as a kicker for the Colts.

I didn’t mention that I hate soccer…I figured that would be rude.

Considering the finished segment that aired clocked in at almost five minutes long, I’m really not too sad that part of it ended up on the cutting room floor.

Life has mostly returned to normal around here. I’ve kept steadily busy with various freelance jobs and I have a bunch of custom crochet orders to complete…And then there’s the birthday party I have to plan because my sweet boy will be two in a couple of weeks. Can you believe it?

So…While I quite enjoyed being whisked off to LA to play TV personality for a week, I’m happy to be where I am now, in my sweet little farmhouse in small town Indiana…

Mostly because I still can’t talk my family into moving to LA.



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