Hibernate Blog

Repurposing, we’ve all done it. A ribbon for a belt, a coat for a pillow, a basket for a basket. Ok, so the last one doesn’t sound that impressive, but I have to tell you, in the flesh it was incredible.

My husband decided a few months back that our daughters would love The Wizard of Oz. They fell hard for the Wicked soundtrack so he thought between the music, the ruby red slippers, and Glinda it would be a slam dunk. It was harder to find than we imagined, managing only just this week to snag a copy from a friend.

He was right, the girls adore it. Avery talks about watching, “the girl take a walk,” and Briar, ever the performer and enchantress wants to live it. Yesterday she took our diaper caddy and emptied the contents tidily next to a small table. She then proceeded to stand, little basket in hand, watching the movie and every so often jumping to mimic the dance number skips that Dorothy does, all the while clutching her little basket.

Repurposed to truly spectacular effect.

Anyone know where I can find a pair of ruby red slippers?

At the end of the day, whether you are six or sixty, a little bit of praise can go a long way. Last week, SaraBear® diaper caddies received what we feel is high praise indeed.

First came an email from Lizzie Sorensen as part of her newest venture, Pretty Deserving. Lizzie had a caddy for her first baby, Ruby, and now with her second, she has once again chosen SaraBear for her diapering solution.

Saturday we woke up to the always stylish Kristen Chase, soon-to-be mom of three and architect of a growing online blogging empire posting about the caddy as, “not just any basket,” at Cool Mom Picks.

All in all, Lizzie and Kristen really made our day.

Check them out, you won’t be sorry!

What’s in a name?

Whether you pick a name because it has been in the family forever or you go with one for the way it sounds, names are incredibly important. And personal. We did not pick particularly common names, each of our daughters has a first name picked because we liked it.

“But does it have a special meaning?” I’ve been asked.

Of course it does, it is the name we picked, that is special. Forever.

On April 30th of this year, Finley Frost was born. Her first name was picked as a name that simply felt right, fitting in perfectly with the names of her sisters, Briar Davie and Avery Adams.

Davie came from my grandfather. Adams came from the place Sean and I met. Frost came from Sean’s grandmother, Carolyn Frost.

Moments ago, as Finley Frost gurgled on the sofa, one tiny fist at her mouth and a shock of dark hair tickling her eyelashes, the phone rang. It was Sean.

“She’s gone.”

Tonight, shortly after Sean arrived at her bedside, Carolyn Frost passed away.

Sweet dreams, Carolyn.

We will miss you and remember you forevermore.

Sometimes it’s hard to find ways to help a new mom, other times the perfect thing presents itself. Our friend Mrs. Chicken just gave birth to her second child, an absolutely exquisite little boy names Henry. We hope she’ll be home soon, reveling in life with two and enjoying her Jack diaper caddy and another little something on its way to her in the mail. Today, as she recuperates, we have a guest post on her blog.

Congratulations, friend!

Why is that adults are often unable to do what is needed in a given situation and yet babies do it as if having rehearsed the whole thing? Ok, perhaps I exaggerate, but my baby, my not-so-wee 14 week old Finley is being the model take-your-daughter-to-work success story. This morning, holding down the SaraBear fort, Finley is pulling out all the winsome, agreeable and charming stops imaginable.

Through seven phone calls, 1 trip to the coffee shop, three emails and two conversations she has made nary a peep. At one point, as I scrambled to navigate the back end of our website searching for an answer to a query while a caller waited on the line, she gently gummed my wrist and rubbed my forearm with her impossibly soft fingertips. Her ability to understand when she needs to be tranquil and when it is ok to unleash her signature donkey kick, baby squeal, try-to-ignore-me-I-dare-you routine humbles me.

She is sleeping now and I would be lying if I didn’t say that my desire to curl up next to her and whisper I love you over and over until I drifted off in slumber next to her is almost palpable. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am so grateful to work in an environment that allows me to have my baby with me. Funny thing is, I think Fin’s demeanor is her way of saying thank you too.