Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Picture Game.

I've decided that once a week I am going to post a favorite photo.  I'm not about to call myself a "photographer"...for that would be quite an honor.  Truth be told, I am just a girl with a DSLR camera and photoshop.  And to be quite honest, I am far from mastering either one!  So....all perfect shots aside....I am just going to share pictures.  Weekly.  No description.  Just something to capture what is going on in our lives. 

I hope that you will play along with me!  Post a link to one of your favorite photos in the comments section.  You don't have to do it weekly...just share a favorite photo. 

So here is photo #1...enjoy!

(And thanks to Rita at the CoffeeShop blog for the inspiration!)

Thursday, August 19, 2010


I am so not ready for this.  My first baby in kindergarten?  No.  I'm not ready for this at all. 

Nobody tells you how you are going to feel as a parent...I guess it's different for everyone...but for me, I can sum parenthood up in one word...emotional.

I mean, really.  The pregnancy test comes back positive...tears.  You see your baby for the very first time on the ultrasound....tears.  They smile, crawl, walk, talk....tears, tears, tears, and tears.   I guess it should come as no surprise that on Jackson's first day of kindergarten I cried most of the day.  I cried before I dropped him off, after I dropped him off...and even after he got home!  Holy freakin' cow.

Even though I wasn't ready to send my boy off  to college kindergarten, Jackson was ready.  And he loves it.  Thank goodness.

So, with every first day of kindergarten comes a "photo shoot."  Here is our big boy.  His official "first day of kindergarten" photo.
Now this next photo I call "the takeover."  Sawyer just could not understand why he wasn't going to kindergarten also.  (He is actually quite lost without his big brother at home.)  Here is a photo of Sawyer butting in the "first day of kindergarten" photos...notice he never butts out.  (And yes, he also is wearing a backpack.)
Now they're showing off their backpacks.  Notice the mandatory i.d. tag attached to Jackson's so he doesn't get lost.  (Good grief...don't think about it.)
See...they really do love each other.  And poor Sawyer (and Mommy) have no idea how their lives are about to change.  (My eyes are beginning to swell with tears as I write this....stop it, woman!)
Suddenly, Jackson got the feeling that we were going to be late and decided to run to the car.  I'm not sure why he thought we'd be late.  We're never late....ahem.
Now for the scary part.  The bus.  OMG will he get off?  Will he be driving around town all day?  Will I ever see him again?????  At this point I am physically about to puke.
Wait for it...
Ahhh...the feeling of relief in my heart that my boy safely got off the bus.  (So glad the 4th grader across the street made sure Jackson got off at the right stop!)  Look how cute he is.   So nervous.  Walking carefully to  the sidewalk.
At this point I think he is also relieved.  He sees me and starts booking it.  Mommy!!!!
Then he realized the "big boys" weren't as excited to see their moms...so he slows down.  I'm cool with that.  Because I'm a cool mom. 
Needless to say, we are just about in "the groove" now.  I just never knew how difficult this whole thing was going to be.  So...if you're a parent and your kids aren't in kindergarten yet...here's your warning:

It's not easy when your kids go to kindergarten.  Buy Kleenex.

Now...peace out, ma peeps.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Little Prince.

When I was in high school, I was introduced to a book that changed my life....The Little Prince...by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.  I read it in French class, and I think my French teacher...aka "Madame"...cried every day that we read it.  Now that I think about it...I think all the girls in the class cried, too.

Now that I am "grown up" with kids of my own...I can often relate to The Little Prince...and I wonder if my kids get frustrated with me.  

The book begins like this:

"Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."

I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."

Well today, Jackson and I lived out a "Little Prince" moment.  He was doing homework for his kindergarten class.  (Yes...I know....first day of school pics will be posted soon!)  He was working on the letter "M."  The last part of the assignment was to draw things that begin with M.  He drew a monkey, some meatballs, milk, a map....and Mars.  Yes, the red planet.  He grabbed a red crayon and drew a circle.  (I was so proud.) Then he drew black squiggles around the edge of the red circle.

"Jackson," I asked, "I see that you made Mars red...but what are all the black things??"  (Of course...to me it looked like a flower...but I wasn't about to tell him that.)

Jackson quite seriously replied, "Well, Mommy, those are all the holes on Mars.  You know....where all the aliens live!"

Once again I'm saddened by reality....I'm all grown up and I've lost my childhood imagination.  Thank goodness I have children to remind me what is really important in life...and to remind me how innocently our journey begins.

Saint-Exupery, Antoine (1943).  The Little Prince.  New York, NY:  Harcourt.  Retrieved from http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/frames.html

Monday, August 2, 2010


I can't believe Finley is 2 months old.  Yes...our little "Nuggie" is growing up!  And for her 2 month birthday she gave me the most wonderful gift...sleeping through the night!  She has slept 7.5 hours in a row for the last two nights.  Keeping my fingers crossed that she doesn't regress.  Even if she does...how could you be upset with this little thing??