Much to some people’s relief (I’m sure), this post will be contain a random collection of observations and well, stuff I might as well mention. I’ve been meaning to write this for a few days so here goes. First….Cafe Press.
I first learned Cafe Press stores when my husband used it to create “Team Alicia” gear using a design my brother created using a drawing I did a long time ago. This motley chain of creativity resulted in this silliness.
From there, Gary then used a triathlon graphic he created for one of my website iterations and put it on a bunch of stuff– including a tree ornament, which seems to sell several versions every holiday season. I think, perhaps, we have netted almost $100 over a period of 6 or 7 years. Mad profits, I tell you.
Just lately, I decided to add some designs and storefronts. I’m happier with some of the designs than I am others, but there’s only so much time I’m going to spend perfecting my “artwork.” Links to these stores are here, so take a look and let me know what you think. Or go create your own designs. The Cafe Press pricing model isn’t exactly bargain basement, but there’s a premium on customizability.
As for other stuff, we finally took the gate off the bottom of the staircase. I’m comfortable that Remy can make his way up and down the stairs without any major incident. Now everytime I walk up or down the stairs, I’m just so relieved that I don’t have to step over that stupid gate any more. We still have the gate up in Remy’s bedroom doorway though.
Remy has also become a rabid chair stealer. That would be our dining room chairs. More specifically, the ones that Gary and I sit in for dinner. To test a theory, I actually sat in a different chair one night to see if he just had an affinity for a particular chair or if it had more to do with me sitting in it. When we let him out of the booster seat, he bee-lines to my chair even though I’m still in it. That answers that question.
A couple of times, he’ll suddenly realize several minutes after dinner is over that the chair must be available because here’s Mommy running the bath water and dash off to the dining room to chair-climb victorious. Tonight, he took off in a dead sprint naked after getting out of the bathtub, skidded sideways on the cork hallway floor, sped through the kitchen and into the dining room where the beloved chairs stood empty. I really wish I had a video camera to capture that one.
So…what else? Today Remy picked up the word “hop.” He sort of said “towel” a couple times. He’s also been saying “down” and “duu”, which we believe to be his version of “duuude.” There might be others, but I can’t remember right now.
That’s about it for the nonsense. Oh, wait. After hearing friends’ stories about Uwharrie and checking out the results, I mentioned that I’d like to run it again next year. So Gary sez, do the 40 miler. You know what? I didn’t totally disregard that idea. Craziness.