#OOTD Knit Beanie & Reason

Reason for the Season… Check out Liam’s great “reminder” tee as we enter the season of Advent. Plus a little more on our hand knitted beanie from Chipmunk and Company! Continue reading

#OOTD Tell Me A Story

In this little community there are times when shops experience hardship. Manufacturing orders run late, inventory is off, customers are left feeling disappointed, confused and worried about their purchases. Having followed Kid and Kind almost from the start of our … Continue reading

HO! Oh-No…

Yes folks, that is a space heater. Yep. It is.

Yes folks, that is a space heater. Yep. It is.

I love Christmas. I hate disappointment. I hate to disappoint. I hate to disappoint anyone, but I really hate when it’s one of my kids.

It never seems to fail that something goes wrong during vacations or holidays – times when being in good health is necessary or times when a plumber, handyman or HVAC tech costs three times as much as the would on any given normal day. The furnace is on the fritz. Not normal.

This morning while running around the house I noticed that I felt a chill. A quick mental check followed: Feeling fine, not sick. Physical check: What’s the room temp?? Oh dear, 61 degrees and dropping. Remember, its Minnesota in December and it was -5 degrees outside at the time, so I had little to no hope.

I called my father-in-law who has some knowledge of HVAC. He was on my doorstep within twenty-five minutes (thank God). However, knowing me and my slight obsessiveness for well, all things, I had already lit a fire in the fireplace AND scheduled myself a service call with Dean’s Heating and Air Conditioning, just in case.

My awesome raging fire in the fireplace. Nice.

My awesome raging fire in the fireplace. Nice.

Thank you for calling Dean’s where its a great day. This is Heather. How may I help you?

First of all, it’s not a great day for me, Heather. It might be for you, especially if your tech makes it here for a minimum service call fee of $89 (which I did find reasonable, but I did not admit to Heather). Not to mention I assume you would have a fantastic day if you got to sell me a new furnace. Me, not so much. I might be calling back to cancel if we can get this thing working.

We did, and I did. Regrets…

We had very pleasant Christmas Eve celebrations first at my in-laws and then at my parent’s home. Seeing family was fantastic. The food was excellent everywhere, and the tres leches cake from Cafe Latte was totes amazeballs (is that what the under 25 set use these days to describe total greatness?). And everyone was fascinated with Colin’s Christmas wish – you know, the real live hedgehog.

Where do you get one? How big is it? How big does it get? What does it eat? How do you take care of it?

It came from Wildhearts Hedgehogs in southeastern MN. It is small now, but will grow to be about a pound. It eats cat food. For real. And you take care of it by gently playing with it, helping it socialize, bathing it, oh yeah, and by NOT letting its room temp drop below 72 degrees.

Why the 72 degree room temp, you ask? Well, they are desert animals and if their environment gets too cold they begin to enter false hibernation. This has the potential to be lethal to a hedgie. Excellent. This thing won’t be hard to take care of at all. Not at all.

Wouldn’t you know upon arriving home from Christmas eve events the house temp had once again dipped to 63 and was falling. The plan had been to get the boys in bed, play a little Santa and lastly run over to my sisters and retrieve the hog to place under the tree. Well now, that last part definitely can’t happen. How depressing would it be to have Colin open his falsely hibernating hedgehog, not to mention emotionally scarring for a hopeful six-year-old.

Brian worked hard to get the stupid furnace blowing, but we have a bad sensor (a problem previously encountered) and the wrong tools for the job. Brian is certainly skilled at his trade, but mechanical issues are neither his, nor my strong suit. At least he knows what tools would be needed in a given situation. Again, me, not so much. What do you mean you can’t use a regular screw diver (pointy or flat) instead of a socket something or other? Don’t they do the same thing? No? Fine.

The air is still chilly and we have no real way of doing much about it at 1:00am on Christmas. So now I arrive at the potential disappointment of my son when he eagerly runs toward the tree looking for his hedgehog, only to find it’s nowhere in sight. No cage, no wheel, no cat food. Bummer. The hog will have to remain in my sister’s toasty laundry room just a tiny bit longer.

What to do? I thought, searched, and came up with a reasonably decent solution, but we’ll have to see how it passes the sniff test in the morning. A small hedgehog toy, purchased at Pottery Barn Kids – meant for Colin but not in said situation. A box with holes, meant for the hedgehog who is not here. And a note from the Big Guy himself written in my rarely seen and incredibly terrible cursive.

Stuffed replacement player. PBK Hedgehog finger puppet. Not even close to the real thing.

Stuffed replacement player. PBK Hedgehog finger puppet. Not even close to the real thing.

Dear Colin,

Your house was too cold for the hedgehog I brought you so I sent him to Brooks’ house. He is in your aunt Elbee’s laundry room. You can meet him later today!

Merry Christmas


I think this whole situation qualifies as a HO! Oh-No moment in time.

I dread Colin’s reaction although I am sure he will be good-natured and excited to visit his new pet. I also, and more so, dread the call I might have to make in the morning. Thanks for calling Dean’s where it’s a great day.

HO! Oh-No it isn’t, Heather. I thought I told you that yesterday!




So, it’s December 22nd here in chilly Minnesota and there is oh so much going on as people prepare for the Christmas holiday. I know things are no different in my house. I can’t begin to describe the level of sleep deprivation I seem to be living with as we near the big 25, of December, that is (I passes 25 over 10 years ago).

Last evening I dropped my boys off with my parents. I think my mom offered to watch them simply because she knows I overdo, and figured I’d never sleep if she didn’t offer a little help (Bless her). On the car ride to their house I must have told the boys fifteen to twenty times that they had to “be good” and “act nice for Boppa and Juju”. I think it went in one ear and out the other because I got a phone call later on from my mom, “Gosh the boys are really acting up…” Ugh.

The drop-off at my parents was with a purpose. I’d loaded a homemade hedgehog cage – created and built by yours truly in all my spare time – into my trunk while telling Colin that I was planning to send it to the North Pole in hopes that Santa would return it on Christmas morning with his Christmas Wish inside. Yes, he’s been asking for a real live hedgehog for over two years now. We caved. It’s a male, of course. Colin’s dying for Santa to bring it.

I met the breeder in Eagan and did the shady animal exchange in the back parking lot of the Petsmart. Did you know that Petsmart doesn’t allow hedgehogs in the building. Who knew?! As I drove off with the hog in the front seat enjoying the seat warmer below his little carrier I was sure I would be supermom this Christmas – one glitch, Santa is the gifter. Oh well.

Yet without an official name - the hedgehog

Yet without an official name – the hedgehog

The hog took roost at my sister’s townhouse, safe from the prying eyes of little boys, and is currently enjoying her toasty warm laundry room. After leaving him with her I made my way back home and literally wrapped gifts for five straight hours. Brian made it home from Champps with a delicious salad for me and who knows what for himself (he ate so fast I never saw it)! He ate and fell asleep as I continued to wrap. When I was done I cleaned up my work area and looked around. I have a lot to do.

The house is generally a mess. I live under an endless pile of laundry, from which I have almost never seen the light of day. The floor in the front hall is covered in road salt and debris from boots. I have to sweep it out at least once a day or it overwhelms us, traveling into the main living areas and making its way onto carpets and furniture.

So I need to clean, and people are coming over. Ick.

As the 25th looms I’ve taken stock of the remaining free time and all I have to do, still. I don’t know that it’s humanly possibly to get it all done in the time I still have available.

  1. Finish work for the day
  2. Pick up the boys (or was Brian going to do that to help today, I can’t remember)
  3. Pick up a pillow insert from Pottery Barn
  4. Stop at Byerly’s and grab G-Ma Bette a giftcard (old people like food, manicures and getting their hair done. They do not like MORE picture frames or “stuff”. Thank you G-Ma for the info)
  5. Stop at Cub and get food – lots of it
  6. Prepare dishes for Christmas Morning gathering at my house
  7. Finish with gifts and general preparations
  8. Clean my entire house (or at least what people can see)
  9. Lay out the clothing for my family for Christmas Eve at my parents
  10. Pack all the gifts which go with us to Christmas Eve
  11. Sleep (for like fifteen minutes)
  12. Work (yes, on Christmas Eve)
  13. Meet my family at the Christmas celebration I am missing at my In-Laws
  14. Go to formal Christmas Eve party in Mendota Heights
  15. Return home
  16. Put children to sleep
  17. Go to my sister’s to retrieve the hedgehog
  18. Play Santa
  19. Sleep (for fifteen more minutes)
  21. Dont forget to put egg-bake in the oven
  22. Collapse

I think I forgot to move the Elf on the Shelf again.