- Tomorrow! Finally! I'm sending out this giant packet of information, heading straight for DONA International:
Aside from checking something off my 30 by 30 list (which trust me, gives me great joy in and of itself); this is a legit dream of mine- to help women through labor. It's my calling and I am 100% certain of that.
- Speaking of Doula stuff, I'm setting up a vendor table for Little Bee Birth Partner at a local consignment sale tomorrow and Saturday (which, btw, if you're local- stop in because they have GREAT stuff this year).
It's the first time I'll ever have "marketed" my little business, so I'm
|Why yes, I am raffling off a Moby Wrap. Care to stop in and enter?|
- And that 30 by 30 list? What the &*#@^% was I thinking putting things on there like "do a triathlon" and "run in a Turkey Trot at Thanksgiving"? Aside from the fact that, Uhhhh, Thanksgiving is in like 4 months and I'm about as in shape as a sea lion... I should have known that my blog followers would keep me honest.
And by "blog followers" I mean, "Julie", a past-doula-client-turned-friend who is also a neighbor. She's a maniac runner and has been itching to teach me to love running for a while now. I just added fuel to her Ashley Running Mission. Her husband Ryan said when she was done with me, I would in turn love running so much- I would want to also teach others to love it. Kind of like a pyramid scheme. Except instead of Mary Kay products, you get... well, probably a heart attack because I'm so out of shape.
-We took Bea to a Durham Bulls Game this weekend with my Aunt Sue.
- Busy Bea has been a Daddy's Girl this past few weekends. She's even upped the Guilt Factor by tacking on the phrase, "My" to "Daddy". For example, she'll ask, "Can my Daddy read a story with me" or "My Daddy will snuggle with me" or my favorite, "My Daddy will play doll house with me".