The flavors of childhood

Recently I've had my childhood come back to me in bits and pieces. In the flavors. It started with this milk someone gave me. Fresh raw whole milk. I poured myself a glass for dinner, and when I took a drink all I could do was look at my husband and smile. I was suddenly that little daughter of a dairy farmer sucking fresh warm milk out of the weigh jar (as fresh as it gets without actually squirting yourself in the face).

And then my mom sent me some honey. Not just any honey--fresh, raw honey. And then I pulled a loaf of bread she had made on her last visit out of the freezer. Suddenly I was that little girl sitting at the table in our old house on the farm eating a piece of bread with butter and yummy honey on it.

Yesterday I was drying plums. Growing up, our neighbors across the road had about three plum trees. Those little yummy Italian plums. We ate them fresh and mom dried them and we ate them all winter. Suddenly I was that little girl digging in the freezer for a handful of those dried plums to take outside as a snack on the way to do her chores.

After having all these thoughts come back to me, my husband came in the kitchen and got some of the dried apples out of the little baggie on the counter. He leaned back on the counter and started telling me about when he was little he'd go to his grandparents' house and they always had dried apples in the big deep freezer. It made me smile and gave me that little extra umph to get those apples in the driers like I want to.

I also had two boxes of peaches land on my front step. (I had told my neighbor I wanted a couple boxes and she got us some as a new baby gift--I could have just hugged her!) I canned all those up and my 2-year-old keeps asking for "peach juice."

When they are mamas, I hope they have pleasant flavors from their childhood that make them smile.

Chaos

Within the next month or so our family will be moving. And with moving comes chaos. So, for the time being I ask that you be patient with me if it takes longer than usual to answer an email or finish a carrier or ship a carrier or just in general find my brain.

I apologize in advance, but that's the way of the world we are currently living in.

Some more on the Delux

Here are a couple pictures that show the difference in the shape of the Classic and the Delux. They demonstrate well the different strap angle and the height of the body.





Happy Babywearing!

Something new from Silly Goose Baby! Meet Silly Goose Delux

I finally did it! I made another Goose! It features two major differences compared to the Classic Goose. But, the fabulous adjusting feature that makes it a Silly Goose remains the same.


After much pestering by my customer base, I designed a hood! The hood features webbing and a buckle that attaches to the shoulder strap on each side. Literally, it's a snap to use! Because the hood comes out of the top of the body, the top of the carrier is straight rather than curved like the classic.

My wonderful husband and our 2.5 year old who weighs about 24 pounds here:





It also has a different strap angle. This results in the child held tighter to you. You can see that here with me wearing our newborn--here she is less than a week old and weighs about 7 pounds.





It features an un-padded body, also different from the Classic which features a lightly padded body.

More pictures to come. And there should be several available for sale within the next week.

Happy Babywearing!

Price changes

As of Friday, September 12th, prices will be going up at Silly Goose Baby. Ajustments are as follows:

Classic Goose: $104
Delux Goose (stay tuned!): $130
Applique Goose: $189

The price of materials is rising. I need to pay the help. And with that help I'm planning to have a more regular offering of in-stock carriers and limited wholesale.

And maybe I'll be able to get more sleep. Notice that it's 9pm and not 11pm that I'm writing this?? YAY!

Thanks so much for your support!

No, it's not gas

That's a real smile.

Ring sling ding-a-ling

I have three children. The oldest just turned five. When she was tiny I discovered babywearing. I didn't discover the babywearing love with her, but I did discover babywearing. I blame it on the ring sling, not the baby.

I had purchased a ring sling after seeing one at a local le Leche meeting. It was a good ring sling. And I watched the video and tried to figure it out. I used it on occasion, but I could never get it right and it was never really comfortable. So I did the natural thing any uncomfortable and slightly frustrated new mother would do and gave up.

With baby #2, I discovered the mei tai and shortly afterwards (like literally 2 seconds afterwards), babywearing love. Since then I've branched into other carriers--particularly wraps. But I still considered myself quite ring sling challenged, as I termed it.

Yesterday I walked into my local baby wearing meeting with baby #3 expertly tucked into my one ring sling. The two leaders literally stopped what they were doing and looked at me in shock, "Is that a ring sling?? Is that really Heidi??" I was late, so there was no doubt that it was me. They were obviously surprised and might still be in shock.

It had been no secret how challenged I had been. But yes, I finally mastered the ring sling. I understand it and how it works and I can make it work for me. And I'm rather proud of that. I now consider myself a well-rounded baby wearer--crafter of one carrier, advocate of many.

I was talking with a fellow babywearer this evening and I mentioned that I had used my ring sling today. She promptly announced that she was a "ring sling ding-a-ling," a term that totally cracked me up! In fact, I kind of wish I had thought of it before I had mastered the darn thing. It would have been more fun. I may have not worked so hard to figure it out just so I could sit under that term and giggle.



Carry on!