After two months of not getting dinner made until 7:30pm, I began thinking to myself: 'Self, there must be a way to keep the baby happy & fed WHILE I make dinner and do chores'. After some searching I have discovered "Babywearing". I have now made myself two different "baby wraps" and I love them! See, LOOK!

That smile isn't there because I'm getting more sleep! OH, No. It's there because I have a happy sleepy baby AND dinner done before bedtime! It's a miracle!

But is this the end of my baby-stuff-making? Nope! After a long and discouraging trip to attempt to buy my rapidly growing infant some clothing, I found that EVERYWHERE has already switched to summer clothing. Well, it's still February. And I live in New England. It's cold. Swimsuits do no good in 2 feet of snow and a -3 windchill. So after a bunch of looking around and using language which probably shouldn't have been used in the childrens section, I gave up. I threw a mini-tantrum and I bee-lined for the craft section of Wally World. There I bought myself a pattern for baby clothing. This was the end result:

Nice, warm, polar-fleecey goodness! Clothing stores be damned!

We DO NOT Maim Mommy!

Time: 3:00 am EST
Place: The Wolford Living Room

There I was Officer, innocently laying in my bed sound asleep, when I was awoken by a familiar squaking sound coming from the baby monitor. I waited a moment hoping he was just sleep-squaking, but alas, the squaking turned to screeching. So, being the awesome mother I am, out of bed I climbed, threw on the bathrobe, and stumbled my way to Syrus.

I could tell Syrus was glad Mommy had arrived (at least until he figured out that I was going to change his diaper BEFORE feeding him). I finished changing his diaper, carried him past the dog crate (noting that the dog has peed in her crate again), and sat on the couch.

Sir, this is where things took a turn for the worst. I attempted to nourish my child (he's nursing), but apparently I took too long trying to open my bathrobe and he didn't like it. *getting teary* That's when it happened. He reached up and tried to claw my eye out! Luckily he only nicked it....but he's my own son!

No, I don't want to press charges. I know he feels guilt for what he did, as upon my jumping and whimpering, he started to cry (obviously showing remorse). I may try to get him into anger management though....I just fear that we won't know what sort of progress he's making as he can't talk yet.

THE ACCUSED: Syrus Xavier Wolford

(mean looking little guy, huh?) :-)

Just Another Day

Well, now that I have taken a friends advise and made my blog more "Sophie-ized" I am feeling much better about it! Unfortunatly, the background site didn't have anything to perfectly symbolize my love of creme brulee, quilting, fishing and Halloween all rolled into one. Go figure.



For those of you following the progress of my store, it is moving to a bigger, better location! YES FRIENDS! It will no longer be located in a nearly inaccessible office behind a loading dock in an old mill! It will now be located in a retail space in...well...another old mill. BUT this time, it has windows! WOOT!



On a random side note, Tim Burton is making a version of Alice in Wonderland with Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. This is news so exciting to me it rivals the news that Edy's is making Thin Mint ice cream!



I will end with a picture of Syrus being all cuddily. Why? Because he's freaking adorible. The end.

Sing-A-Long with Ozzy!

I should have seen it coming. Really I should have. Gaven is 3 1/2 now, and by the time he was 2 I had taught him how to make the "rock on" sign with his fingers. And in the car, we've always taken turns picking songs off of my iPod (he picks one, then I pick one). So it really shouldn't have completely shocked me when I put Gaven to bed a couple months ago and as I went to sing him the usual "Hello Moon" song, he stopped me.

"No Mama. Tonight please sing Iron Man."
"You want me to sing you Iron Man?"
"Yeah Mama...you know....Da da dadada....Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind?...That one Mama"
(Here I am staring flabberghasted)
"Mama, sing now please"
(And he rolled over and shut his eyes)

I sang it. A bit confused, I sat there and sang Iron Man as a lullaby to Gaven. This has been the norm every night since. After a few days I thought little of it (although I'm pretty sure Nic thought this was the coolest thing ever).

Over the next couple of weeks, I noticed a change in his music selection in the car. When it was his turn to pick a song, he no longer picked "Dance Magic" from the Labyrinth, or any of the Disney tunes I have. No. He wanted Iron Man by Black Sabbath, One from Metallica, and Cherry Bomb from Joan Jett. I tried to steer him back to his original music by picking his usual songs....but to no avail. Finally, I subcumbed to letting him pick what he wanted thinking that it would be a stage.

This morning I dropped the children off at daycare. I saw Gaven's teacher coming up to me with the "We need to talk" look on her face. She tends to talk to me in the morning because my mom picks the kids up for me in the afternoon. Apparently, Gaven had to go in time out the day before because at Sing-A-Long time he kept asking to sing songs that, for obvious reasons, they don't have the music for at daycare. After the teacher explained to him that they didn't have the music for Iron Man or Ace of Spades Gaven coped an attitude and announced "That's stupid! Motorhead rocks!"

As you can imagine, that made me feel like Mother of the Year. I told her that I would discuss this with Gaven. And although I will admit that deep down, part of me smiled a bit at my mini-metalhead, I guess it's time to teach my son not to be a Music-Nazi.

When we drive home tonight, Grateful Dead it is :-)

A Welcome

Here I am, adding to the jumble of opinions and thoughts echoing across the internet with my very own, brand-spanking-new blog. Here I can share my ideas, feelings, opinions and observations with lots of people who may, or may not, give a damn.... and, man, am I excited. So starting tomorrow, there will be nearly daily installments of my life as a mother of 2 boys, ex-wife, wife, shop owner, random thought maker and caffine addict. Welcome to the chaos that is my life.