TMBTC: I probably shouldn't be left alone with a keyboard.
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Issue 7 • December 28th, 2025 Haha…yes. I’m hitting send on this while most normal people are sleeping. Middle-of-the-night email energy. Shoutout to all my nursing moms up with their littles — YOU make the world go ’round. I don’t know what I’m doing other than sitting here at my laptop on a Saturday night (my favorite night of the week to work…wow…that makes me sound like an absolute business nerd with no friends or something), eating puppy chow from leftover holiday treats. It’s delicious. Shoutout to my business-owning friend (who may or may not have more of a Saturday night life than I do), Afton from Annelise Bridal, for hooking me up with the most AMAZING holiday treats. I have no idea what she’s doing in the wedding dress industry…she should be a bakery. Or I guess own a bakery? I mean, she could be the bakery, but I think it would make more grammatical sense to say she should be a baker. Anyways. Whatever. She made these amazing “chocolate chipless cookies” that were TO DIE FOR I WANT MORE BRING ME MORE. I had to Google the name to make sure I was calling them the right thing, and honestly the recipes don't match. It was basically a chocolate chip cookie WITHOUT the chocolate chips (shocker) BUT she melted the chocolate and dipped the bottoms of the cookies in it. And then she sprinkled the tops with sea salt flakes. Or granules. Or boulders. I don’t know. They were perfect. I would like more. Please bring me more. I’m hoping that by talking about them publicly, I somehow manifest them into existence. She does read these newsletters. Also, on the off chance you need a wedding dress, go see her. She’s local (Grand Junction), just a few blocks from Colorado Baby, and her shop is an experience. Tell her Megan sent you. Or if you know her, tell her you saw her shoutout in the Colorado Baby newsletter. Please. Maybe she will bring me a cookie per mention. // unsponsored ad over // Anyway…what am I even doing? No clue. I had zero plans to write you an email, but I felt an aggressive urge to say hi to some of my favorite people. The people on this list. Alright, Here’s the Part Where I Actually Get to the PointToday’s my last official day of work. For the year. HAHAHA. (This is my equivalent of the elementary school joke we all made on the last day before Christmas break: “See ya next year!” snort snort We’re so funny.) I’m heading out of state with my fam for my cousin’s wedding. Which is actually in state. I know. It makes no sense. But I can’t give away all my personal business and GPS coordinates because, well, there are some real weirdos out there. Also, I kind of like being a little mysterious. So I’ll let you sit with that riddle indefinitely. While I’m gone, the store will be in very capable hands…for three days. Yep. Three whole days. And then we close. From January 1st–8th, Colorado Baby will be closed. Not because I don’t love you. Quite the opposite. I love you all so much that I need to pause. That week is when we count inventory (which means physically touching and counting every single product in the store…there are thousands), reset the entire store layout (you know how grocery stores do that and you hate them for it? We do it too, but somehow you always love it), and gather for our annual State of the Union (store) staff meeting. That meeting includes a beautiful charcuterie spread from Nibbles & Sips (another local woman (and mom!)-owned business you should absolutely support), and a whole lot of reflection and planning for the year ahead. And honestly, it’s also when I get to rest my brain a bit. Because even with the most incredible staff in the world, when the store is open, my brain is never fully off. Things can always go sideways, and as the CEO (Chief Everything Officer), that weight comes with the job. This is why we close on Sundays. It’s why we close for a week in January. These rhythms are what allow me to keep showing up and keep this little space alive in our community. I realize I just used the word “I” about fourteen times. Which feels a bit self-absorbed, but also…this is my newsletter, so here we are. 🤪 And honestly, can you believe how many words* it took for me to say, “Hey, we’re closed January 1–8, so don’t try to come shop”? If verbosity were an Olympic sport, I’d absolutely take home the gold. *Nearly 500. Okay, Pay Attention. This Is the Important Part.The REAL reason that I wanted to write you this cute, quaint, quick little email is because I’m running an End of Year sale. I want these products moving on out before we have to count everything in a little over a week. This isn’t a sale we’re announcing in-store (to the, like, 50 people who might come in over the next few days)…that feels too big box for my liking. Too expected. Instead, I’m only sharing it on social media (✅ done) and with our email list. So rather than plastering signs all over the store for 50-ish people, I’m quietly slipping into the inboxes of 6,000+ subscribers…because somehow that feels more homegrown. 😂 And yes, this makes perfect sense in my brain, so we’re rolling with it. It’s 30% off over 200 products in this section right here. You can shop it online or in the store, but hang on — here’s how it works. Online, you don’t need a coupon code. Just add any of the items from that link to your cart and they’ll automatically discount by 30%. (And yes, Last Chance — our cute way of saying “clearance” — items get an additional 30% off.) If you’re local, you can choose local pickup to avoid shipping. Just remember, we’re closed January 1–8, so don’t try to pick up during that window. No one will be here. And if we are here, we’re sticking our tongues out at you and going “neener neener neener.” We will, however, let you in if you bring chocolate chipless cookies. That’s the only way in. If you’re more of an in-person shopper (and honestly, we love that about you), come see us Monday–Wednesday. We close early on Wednesday for New Year’s Eve at 3pm. Just know that none of the items are marked “on sale” in the store, because again…that feels too big box-y. It also feels like a lot of unnecessary work for approximately three sales. So just pull up the link on your phone while you’re in the shop, and my staff will help you find the items. At checkout, tell them the code ENDOFYEAR so the discount gets applied. Kapeesh? Great. Okay, what else do you want to know while I have your attention? Oh! I want to show you a hilarious use of the Air Toobz. Do you remember when I told you about this product in the last newsletter? It was an absolute HIT. We sold out like three times (thanks to you all). We’re keeping it in the store because clearly Colorado Baby shoppers approve. Anyway. My 6-year-old and 9-year-old both put it on their Christmas list. I waited until just a few days before Christmas to buy one from myself, because yes, I do in fact have to buy my own products. Contrary to popular belief, I cannot just take whatever I want from the store for free. I can take it…but I have to pay for it. I don’t pay retail because I don’t need to make money off myself (duh), but I do pay wholesale cost and sales tax. So yeah. Coo’ coo’ (cool cool). I bought one…then promptly left it on the sales floor. Because honestly, if someone wanted to buy my kids’ Christmas gift and it meant the store made another $160 before the holiday, I was prepared to let it go. Entrepreneur problems. I had a backup plan anyway: if it sold, I’d just box up the demo model and call it good. They could play with that until our next shipment came in January. A classic case of the cobbler’s kids having no shoes. Or in this case, no Toobz. But it worked out. No one bought the last one, which meant my kids’ Air Toobz actually made it home and under the tree. A Christmas miracle. They got right to work building with it. Within 24 hours, they’d already turned it into part of their Hot Wheels track and incorporated it into their Magnatiles. Truly a work of art (see it here). And then by that evening (12/26), I came home to this…and I absolutely lost it. Kids’ imaginations are unreal. 🤯 And in case you didn’t see the original video in the last email about what the Air Toobz are, here you go. Please let your kids be bored. Let them build. Let them invent. Let them play outside. Give them open-ended toys. Give them fewer things, not more. Boundaries are fertile soil for creativity. ANYWAYS. One last thing. Don’t forget the 30% off promo. It’s only good through 12/29 at 11:59pm MST. Then it’s over. Because we’ve gotta prep for inventory counting. And I wanted to tell you something else…my Colorado Baby Insiders got an even deeper discount than 30%. Why? Because they’re Insiders. What does that mean? It means they’ve GIVEN ME THEIR NUMBER so I can text them. Wild. I know. It’s one thing to let me into your inbox, but to let me into your messages? Bold move. But that’s why they’re Insiders. And that's why they got the better discount. 💁🏻♀️ Also, important detail: I can only send texts that are 400 characters long. CHARACTERS. Not words. Characters. So they’re very short. And I don’t text often because, surprise, I actually have a life outside of the store. I know it seems like I live behind the counter like a permanent fixture, but I do in fact exist elsewhere. I’m also the entire marketing department of Colorado Baby, so I promise I’m not blowing up your phone for fun. I only send texts when it actually matters. So…if you want to become an Insider, it’s simple. Text “coming from the newsletter, baby” to 970-387-7844. If you don’t type it exactly like that, I won’t let you in. Make sure you follow the instructions that I text back to you…otherwise you will not be officially official and cannot call yourself an Insider. Cheers to those of you texting me right now. I can’t wait to see you pop up in my messages. Muahahahaha. I’m Almost Done, I Promise (Probably)Okay, one last last thing (I know, I’m really bad at saying goodbye). Thank you. Truly. Thank you for your loyalty to the shop. When you shop at Colorado Baby, you’re supporting more moms than you probably realize. Not just me, but my staff (seven incredible moms) and countless others in our community and beyond. None of this exists without you. And I mean that. I’m living my childhood dream of owning my own business, and I still can’t believe I get to do this every single day (except Sundays…and the first week of January, har har). January 30th marks 18 years since I started this business out of my parents’ house with $250 leftover from my wedding. For the record, I was 21 when I started this venture that is Colorado Baby. I know. That math feels aggressive. And yes, it is also true that my oldest child is almost 20, which feels equally confusing. Apparently doing what you love keeps you young…or at least keeps people very confused about your age. I’m so grateful you’re here, and I’m incredibly thankful you’ve chosen to be part of this story. See you in 2026. I’m outta here for now, Megan PS — All sales are final for this end-of-year sale. The whole point is to get the stuff out and never have to count it again. So yes. It’s staying with you. Forever. PPS — Remember the last newsletter story “PUT ME BACK”? Boy do I have a story for you…in the next email. Be watching 👀 |