Hibernate Blog

It’s not what you think, I mean we can’t know how we’ll feel ten or twenty years from now, but for the time being we are sticking with fluids, sleep and the hopeful application of eye cream before bed. No, this face lift is for two of our best selling caddies, the Jack and the Sara. They were great products and we know all of the wonderful boutiques that carry our products loved them.

SaraBear Company has moved deliberately to a path that allows us to provide the best product possible. All of our textiles are custom designs, blending colors and elements that will add a playful splash to the nursery, family room and anywhere else you might keep your caddy.

We have finalized the designs for the replacements of the now discontinued Jack and Sara. We wanted to honor where we started, so the new designs will be called the Jackson and the Saratoga.

Take a look!

Special thanks to Amy for bringing the Jackson and Saratoga to life for us.

Babies, from their arrivals and first pictures to their coos and kicks, are so different. Each family has memories exquisitely laced with the details that make them perfect. Soon a new arrival will be celebrated and we are so honored to be able to participate. Our friend Bethany Balsis, owner and the masterful creative source behind The Polkadot Platypus, is adopting a baby girl from Russia. This baby, like her soon-to-be-a-superstar daughter Payton, has Downs Syndrome.

The entire Balsis family is looking forward to bringing home a new sister. Amid all the planning for the multiple trips to Russia and preparing their home, they are working to raise money for the adoption.

The incredible women over at The Mom Crowd have spearheaded a mission to raise money for the newest Balsis through a raffle. Head over to The Mom Crowd and check it out. Prizes range from 2 UPPAbaby G-Light strollers, a Mia Moda Cielo stroller to a Claire Bella Moses basket, one of our Havanas and more. The tickets, on sale through Wednesday, September 24th, are just $5, but the boost you’ll provide will literally be priceless.

You can add to that long list of “Things they never tell you about babies,” that babies will cry just when you least expect it. Or, perhaps more precisely put, they will cry when you least want them to, in this case, in the very gentle and kind face of a stranger.

We were in the elevator this morning on our way to the ABC Kids Showcase. There were only a couple of people in the elevator. One had a badge that read Fit Pregnancy on it. “Oooh,” I thought, I want to talk to him. He was looking at Finley with a huge grin, “Look at all that hair,” he said, “I’m jealous.” We all tittered as he had a very noticeably shaved head.

He leaned in, “Well hello, pretty little one. Hello.” He was beaming and about to reach for her foot when her whole body went tense, her feet kicked out and she shrieked as if in pain. What followed were three minutes of unabated screaming and sobbing and floor after floor of, “Oh, poor thing doesn’t like elevators.” After the second or third comment he said, “No, she just doesn’t like overly friendly bald men.”

There was not soothing her, nor was there any real chance to smooth things over. I ached for the kind stranger and for Fin, both were equally traumatized I am sure. If he’s reading this…

No worries! She shook it off nicely.

Every once in a while I am reminded of how imperfect I am, and no, this is not a post about mama guilt. We downsized to one car, committed to Saturday trips to the Farmer’s Market, actively recycle and switched out many of our light bulbs, all of which made us feel as if we were making a statement that we care about the earth. However, the big thing we haven’t done has haunted me this trip.

Disposable diapers.

Yup, I use them, Huggies Natural Fit to be exact. I lined the inside of my suitcase with them in preparation of a week away from home. I felt downright smug to have been so prepared (Discovering I forgot both my toothbrush and toothpaste tempered my smugness, but still…). At the booth I happily unpacked for the first diaper change and then quickly realized that our aisle mates, the booth actually abutting ours and, more specifically, the area designated for Fin and all of her accompanying paraphernalia, was in fact a reusable cloth diaper company.

Yay guilt and mortification.

I have been meekly and silently changing each Huggies diaper, my face red with shame. Perhaps this should be the signal that I ought to explore cloth, but really, I don’t want to. Now, the question is, should I approach this the way I would a child, “I know you may not want to, but you have to at least try,” or should I let myself decide on my own?

I don’t know about the diapers, but I will leave a note for the staff at the Renaissance not to swap my towels tomorrow.

Sitting in my hotel room typing out a quick post. It’s late, nearly midnight late by east coast standards, 8pm and change by the clock here in the room. Finley has long since passed out, her thumb and a plush hotel bed carrying her away to dreamland, no doubt imagining all the people she’ll charm with her thicker-by-the-day hair.

The Wynn is visible through my window, electric and hip looking and, of course, impossible to capture through my window via camera. I was equally transfixed and delighted by the amazing wonderland at the ABC Show. The SaraBear Company booth, which Melissa and company flew out early to set up, looks incredible, even if it was hard for me to find in my post-flight fog.

Tomorrow we’ll work our first full day together at the show, offering sneak peeks at the still-in-development patterns we have to replace the styles we are discontinuing. So far, the response has been incredible, which has us even more excited than ever about new irons we have in the fire.

More soon!