Artist Profile: Dutch Door Press
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Library Loot
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Roaring Camp
/Maker Faire
/The Green Phone Booth
/Good Morning!
Proof
/Fresh Starts
/At the Beach
/Here are a few of my favorite photos from my weekend away at the beach.
Happy Weekend
/Three Years Old
/Do you ever have a tingling hunch that turns out to be right? This just happened to me about three minutes ago. I suddenly wondered when exactly in May did I start my blog?
It turns out that I began blogging on May 13, 2006 -- exactly three years ago.
I think a spontaneous celebration is in order, don't you?
Leave me a comment on this post by Friday, May 15th at 5 p.m. PST with a link to your very first blog post. If you don't have a blog, no worries. Enter a link to one of your favorite posts of mine -- the archives are right over there to your left. The winner will be chosen randomly by the Noodle out of a bike helmet. The gift? A 4x6 photo (of course) from my shop mounted by Plywerk.
Let my birthday party begin!
Happy Blog Birthday to me!
True Love
/I've been working on my expectations never always lately and especially yesterday on Mother's Day. Usually all that really matters to me is a card -- I love me some greeting cards. Most years, my boys have let me sleep in and then they surprised me with a bouquet of hand-picked wildflowers.
This year, all I really wanted was for my Noodle to treat me kindly as lately I'm the object of his anger for whatever reason. I didn't want a gift or to be waited on all day long. I had a mix this year -- I was very surprised with the gift of a massage and chauffeur service to and from the appointment. But my Noodle and I had several low moments from breakfast all the way through to dinner.
I am not here to post about that ick though. I'm here to share the beautiful card my husband made for me and how meaningful it was to me.
You see, I am not the most naturally playful mama you'll ever meet. I was not a very playful child either. I bought myself this red fairy a few months ago to remind me that there is a playful part of me buried inside. But then I forgot to play with my playful reminder fairy.
What makes this card so special is not even that I have never received a drawing from my husband in our almost-eight-year history (and this drawing amazes me so!) No, the card is special because of the thought behind it. He knew that this year I needed more than words. I needed to see that my playful spirit exists. Even on a hard day when it is buried in the Hudson River like a Mafia victim; along with my loving kindness.
That, dear friends, is true love.
And Then...
/It's hard not to be emotional on your child's birthday, at least for this mama. We've been through a lot over these years, and he's taught me more about myself than I ever really wanted to know. He's taught me how to love in a way that I never thought was possible. He's taught me about being an artist.
He's teaching me about forgiveness. He's teaching me to pay attention to the little things. He's teaching me that time doesn't slow down for anyone, so I need to try harder to grab every moment that I can.
He's challenged me, frustrated me, made me cry tears of joy, love, anger, sadness and worry. Six is a whole new thing -- a whole new section for clothing, a whole new vocabulary from school, a whole new level of independence.
So when he asks for extra snuggles at night or for an extra round of the sunshine song?
I'll be right there sweet boy.
Because just yesterday, he was born. I lost a lot of sleep and freedom and suddenly he was one. I spent the next two years chasing him around, keeping him safe from himself and dealing with tantrums the likes of which I had never heard of before. I woke up one day and he was four, rational, eloquent, the big kid at preschool. But before my heart could even recover, he was five and off to kindergarten. Of course that happened about five minutes ago in mama-time.
Blog Crush: Color Me Katie
/Do Re Mi at Central Station Antwerp (Belgium)
/This video has absolutely brought me to tears this morning. It is a dream of mine to participate in a mass form of beautiful communication such as this.
The Behavior of Birds
/"Have you ever observed the behaviour of birds in the face of adversity? For days and days they make their nests, sometimes gathering materials brought from far away. And when they have completed the nest and are ready to lay eggs, the weather, or the work of humans, or some animal destroys it, and it falls to the ground, all that they have done with so much effort.
Do they stop? Bewildered, and leave the work? No way....It hurts to go back to begin again...Even so, the birds do not ever stop, they continue to sing and build, and keep singing and building...
Do you sometimes get the feeling that your life, your work, your family is not what you had dreamed? Do you sometimes want to say "enough"... it is all too much for me!
Do not worry if you get injured in the battle, that is to be expected. Gather yourself together and rebuild your life, so that it runs well again...Life is a constant challenge, but it is worthwhile to mostly accept it. And never stop singing."































