30th Street Craft Market

This is my next show. Can't wait! 

Harvest Day, Yardley, PA 2013

Last Saturday was beautiful day at Yardley's Harvest Day. The weather was awesome and the crowds were pleasant. Here are a few pics of my day...

Hi! It's me, Vanessa!

The onesie/tee section.

Trick-or-Treat bag section

My mom Pattie came to keep me company! Thanks Mom!

This was easily the cutest thing of the day. This little guy had about enough when he made it past my booth. Apparently it was naptime. He walked to the side with a pout. Sat down and pouted for a while. Then eventually laid down in the street. He was there for at least 20 minutes! 

Poor Mom! She did an awesome job being patient and waiting for him to come around. In the mean time she assured each on looker that he was ok and just "staging a protest". haha Many replied with their own stories of their children or grand kids that did the same.

It was so cute. I'll never forget that little boy.

Happy Grandparent's Day

Today was Grandparent's day and I spent it with my daughter and her grandma. What better place than the Philadelphia Zoo! We had a great time, however one uncomfortable conversation had to take place.

If you have children, you know what it's like to have to tell your parents how you want them to act around your kids or other wishes you have. My house, my rules. I waited forever to be able to say that. Well, this time it comes to my mother and what she wants my daughter to call her...Mom-mom.

I don't know if there are other areas around the US that this is common, but I don't like it. Worst part is, as I've mentioned in previous posts, I have PCOS and had a hard time being able to have my daughter so I take offense to someone else trying to share my title. 

I'm my daughter's mother, not anyone else. So, naturally I have a problem with someone wanting my daughter to call her Mom-mom. 

Am I crazy? Am I looking to much into it? No. Maybe. Either way those are my wishes and I expressed that to my mother nearly a year and a half ago. So, when she said it for the first time (again) in front of me at the zoo, I had to say something and kill that bug right away. 

It made for an uncomfortable conversation, to say the least. But it made me wonder, when does the urge of a parent being in control go away? At what point do I step back and not try to control or influence my daughter in her decisions that involve me? I guess in time I'll learn the answers to those questions....

On a happier note, Eva had a blast, refused her nap due to a 15 minute power nap no the car ride home, and passed out in her mini arm chair. Here are a few pics I snapped before taking her to bed an hour and a half earlier than she normally goes. :) 

So you know what that means... off to the woman cave to sew!