And so it begins...

According to the burnt out hippie I met at "Canton in the City" last weekend, websites are "so passe" and I need to start a blog about my baby business, as well as my life in general. So here we are. And I guess the only way to start my blog is to... well... start it!



My name is Ginnie. I am a thiry year old mother of three girls: Ashton and Graysen (3.5 year old identical twins), and Hattie Lane (4 months). But we'll get to them in a bit...



I was thinking last month when I turned thirty how different celebrating this milestone birthday was than celebrating my twentieth. When turning twenty, I stayed up a lot later, drank a lot more, and just had more energy in general. This year, I struggled to stay awake until midnight (as I have the past five New Year's Eves), and ate some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in celebration. When did I change?? Oh yeah, when I had kids! Now, I have traded in my halter tops and shot glasses for shirts that can't be pulled down by toddlers, and a closed water bottle that can't be spilled over by tiny hands. At first, when I became a mom, I had a really hard time handing over my independence to these screaming children who didn't even appreciate everything I had given up for them. My fake tan faded, and my hairstyle went from "cute and spunky" to "I don't care what you do to it as long as I can put it in a ponytail". Exercising became a distant memory, and I couldn't believe how going to the gym used to seem like a burden. Life as I knew it, was completely different. And to top it all off, I had these two itty bitty infants who needed me, and I had no idea what to do with them.



The first six months of Ashton and Graysen's life was hell. My husband, Justin (more about him later), and I were stuck in Great Falls, Montana, a town which after living there five years, we lovingly referred to as Mediocre Falls. Justin was in the Air Force, and this location was the base we were "lucky" enough to be stationed at. Before we moved there, people told us that there were two things one could do in Great Falls: become a fat drunk, or have babies. After practicing both, we decided to have babies. Justin and I had absolutely no problem getting pregnant; staying pregnant, however, was another story. We had one miscarriage at about eight weeks, and then a year later, we miscarried again at sixteen weeks. Needless to say, when we became pregnant the third time, it was difficult to get excited. But when I went to the doctor for my first ultrasound and he informed me I was having twins, all anxiety and morning sickness flew out the window and complete shock and excitement took over. Twins! How fun! Approximately 7 months later, we learned, as most any mom has, there was more to it than just fun...



I'm going to skip over all of the stories of my babies and the things they did to make me laugh and to drive me crazy... for now. What I really want to do is start talking about the reason why I decided to start this blog. I don't mean to brag (okay, maybe I do a little), but I have invented one of the coolest. most multi-functional and efficient baby items I have ever seen.



Almost all parents of infants (except for the lucky few) have struggled with their babies spitting up. And yes, we all know that this is just one of the "joys of parenthood", but it's still extremely annoying. For me, one of the most annoying things about my babies spitting up was when they would be on a blanket, they would spit up, and I would have to wash this huge quilt for a stinky mess the size of a quarter. When Ash and Gracie were infants, I was washing approximately two loads of JUST BLANKETS every night. Justin would get so mad at me, saying the water bill was too high, and why couldn't I just move the girls onto the other side of the blanket and avoid the dirty spot? Ha! Easier said than done. Not only is it impossible to keep a baby in one place while they're learning to move around, but the smell of the spit up alone was enough to make me long for the days of morning sickness instead of puking babies. Something had to be done!



Then one day, it hit me. What if there were a blanket made of patches, where you could remove just the one patch that had been spit up on, and throw it in your dirty clothes hamper instead of having to wash the entire blanket? The light bulb was bright and burning in my head, and thus, the Feisty Bambini "Snap 'n Grow" blanket was born.



If I were writing a novel, this is where I would begin Chapter 2. But since I'm blogging, I'm just going to end my first session by leaving you all hanging. However, if you absolutely have to see what this fantastic product is RIGHT NOW, please go ahead and check out our website: http://www.feistybambini.com/.



All of you other people are just going to have to wait for Hattie Lane to take another nap so I can sit down and write some more. Till then, I hope all of you moms and dads (and anyone else reading this) have a wonderful evening!



Ginnie