So after that very "mommy" post I must, for my own good, post SOMETHING art related...
and if it's going to be art related it might as well be related to MY OWN ART!
So, please let me know what you think of the following watercolor.
I think the few people in my life who have seen it see me in person too often to tell me when they don't like my work (and other than my husband, they don't know how much I appreciate truth over accolades). So - you out there - yes, YOU! Please leave me a comment about the watercolor. Thanks ~K
The musings, rantings, and snippets of story from an artistic mother who probably has ADD which explains... yes honey you can... no... no the cat can not have your juice... please don't touch that the paint is still wet... crap the oven!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Oh no... not me too!
I started this blog specifically NOT to be a "mommy blog".
Frankly, to be baldly honest, there are far too many out there.
The vast majority are written in language more befitting a private online journal than in any other fashion. There ARE wonderful gems out there, women (and men!) with wonderful written voices that take you into their lives in humorous and/or gut-wrenching imagery with which novels are made. I, however, honestly couldn't put my life, my motherhood, in eloquent terms. The heinous hair-pulling screaming my son has taken to when he's tired... I have no words to let another feel how bone-splitting it can be and how completely hollow I am after 10 minutes of it. I will never feel able to do justice to the wonderful humor, infectious laugh, innate coy looks.... all the wonderful joyous soulful things my child is and does that fortify me against the woes of my life as an adult and the onslaught of craziness that comes with parenthood. Those of you out there who can - bravo! Encore! You are wonderful and I hope you continue to water & feed your blog throughout your childrens' lives. The rest of you, who keep an open blog for the grandparents because somehow that's less work for you than writing them an email...
I hope you call your in-laws and parents. More over, I hope that when your children are old enough you let your children use the phone to talk to their grandparents, uncles, aunts etc etc. One of my greatest joys is in taking back my phone from my son when he has been talking with MY grandmother, only to have her repeat what he said (double-checking) and realize she understands his garbled, excited must-take-you-on-a-tour-of-my-house speech. My heart swells with pride for both of them at that moment.
Through this ridiculousness with our neighbor, my stress over my upcoming surgery, my heart-crushing mood drops, my son has done all he can to put off wearing underwear. His Pull-Ups have been more comfortable and he screams so strong for so long that it gives me a migraine when I've tried single-handed to force him. I say "single-handed" because honestly, even at only 30 pounds he's able to knock me off balance and contort himself incredibly against my adult self. Tonight I won... with a lot of help from my husband between his jobs. I physically CAN NOT hold my child while he screams for any length of time. I've tried, I've done it when he's crying in pain or fear, but I pay too high a price to do so for tantrums. (A migraine causing other pains and dry-heaves). So, after wrestling on his dinosaur underwear (with a hand from my husband) the screaming and stomping continued. Just when I was about to cave from the sheer weight of the noise I turn to see my husband cuddling him WHILE the boy's still carrying on. Cuddled him until he was done yelling & contorting. Being calm and patient in a way someone with a headache problem/disorder triggered by noise simply can not do. It did it. Boy was wearing underwear. Boy wore underwear for his walk, for a trip to the mall for new pants (he wore holes through a pair this week), through reading a story and drawing... all the way until his bath time without accidents. There are two unaccomplished goals before my surgery that I haven't marked off yet - getting my bedroom truly clean & tidy and having my son completely out of diapers. Now I feel much closer to the second being accomplished. My husband doing something I can not do has made my evening... and he has neither the understanding that I am unable to handle that scream like he can nor the slightest clue how much he helped me out.
I'll tell him & thank him ... if he gets home before I fall asleep!
BTW, I did get 7 out of 8 new art pieces completed so far and I still have 2 weeks to finish any of the 4 started to have my 8 in 8 weeks goal reached. I've marked it off my list because I am so very close and I'm impatient to have my list done and this is the only thing on my list I alone control ;)
Frankly, to be baldly honest, there are far too many out there.
The vast majority are written in language more befitting a private online journal than in any other fashion. There ARE wonderful gems out there, women (and men!) with wonderful written voices that take you into their lives in humorous and/or gut-wrenching imagery with which novels are made. I, however, honestly couldn't put my life, my motherhood, in eloquent terms. The heinous hair-pulling screaming my son has taken to when he's tired... I have no words to let another feel how bone-splitting it can be and how completely hollow I am after 10 minutes of it. I will never feel able to do justice to the wonderful humor, infectious laugh, innate coy looks.... all the wonderful joyous soulful things my child is and does that fortify me against the woes of my life as an adult and the onslaught of craziness that comes with parenthood. Those of you out there who can - bravo! Encore! You are wonderful and I hope you continue to water & feed your blog throughout your childrens' lives. The rest of you, who keep an open blog for the grandparents because somehow that's less work for you than writing them an email...
I hope you call your in-laws and parents. More over, I hope that when your children are old enough you let your children use the phone to talk to their grandparents, uncles, aunts etc etc. One of my greatest joys is in taking back my phone from my son when he has been talking with MY grandmother, only to have her repeat what he said (double-checking) and realize she understands his garbled, excited must-take-you-on-a-tour-of-my-house speech. My heart swells with pride for both of them at that moment.
Through this ridiculousness with our neighbor, my stress over my upcoming surgery, my heart-crushing mood drops, my son has done all he can to put off wearing underwear. His Pull-Ups have been more comfortable and he screams so strong for so long that it gives me a migraine when I've tried single-handed to force him. I say "single-handed" because honestly, even at only 30 pounds he's able to knock me off balance and contort himself incredibly against my adult self. Tonight I won... with a lot of help from my husband between his jobs. I physically CAN NOT hold my child while he screams for any length of time. I've tried, I've done it when he's crying in pain or fear, but I pay too high a price to do so for tantrums. (A migraine causing other pains and dry-heaves). So, after wrestling on his dinosaur underwear (with a hand from my husband) the screaming and stomping continued. Just when I was about to cave from the sheer weight of the noise I turn to see my husband cuddling him WHILE the boy's still carrying on. Cuddled him until he was done yelling & contorting. Being calm and patient in a way someone with a headache problem/disorder triggered by noise simply can not do. It did it. Boy was wearing underwear. Boy wore underwear for his walk, for a trip to the mall for new pants (he wore holes through a pair this week), through reading a story and drawing... all the way until his bath time without accidents. There are two unaccomplished goals before my surgery that I haven't marked off yet - getting my bedroom truly clean & tidy and having my son completely out of diapers. Now I feel much closer to the second being accomplished. My husband doing something I can not do has made my evening... and he has neither the understanding that I am unable to handle that scream like he can nor the slightest clue how much he helped me out.
I'll tell him & thank him ... if he gets home before I fall asleep!
BTW, I did get 7 out of 8 new art pieces completed so far and I still have 2 weeks to finish any of the 4 started to have my 8 in 8 weeks goal reached. I've marked it off my list because I am so very close and I'm impatient to have my list done and this is the only thing on my list I alone control ;)
Monday, April 25, 2011
Letter to my neighbor
I don't have a document program that works on my laptop at the moment, so please disregard this post.
Dear Neighbor,
Two months of being overly aware of everything we do in our own apartment after 8pm, doing our best to be beyond reasonably quiet, apparently did nothing for you. You still insisted on a face-to-face meeting and then did not show up. You were home. I know you were home because an hour before the meeting, as I was laying down resting with my son, we could hear your daughter throwing a fit (presumably because she was no more eager to lay down than my son had been) and your car was in the parking lot. Your lexus is a bit noticeable in the parking lot because you still have out of state plates even after over a year in the state.
We do not use our Xbox Kinect as intended, for nightly exercise, because it could give you cause to complain. I impose my son and myself on our friends for playdates because their downstairs neighbors don't mind the general noise made by average childrens' play. We changed out my son's bathtoys for much softer ones meant for the bathtub so that you and your daughter no longer have to listen to matchbox cars sinking to the tub bottom. I don't do laundry after 8pm unless it's necessary for the next day. We haven't taken showers after 8:30. Yes, our son takes his nightly bath at 8pm, but contrary to your opinion, 8pm is the actual most common bathtime for the 3 year old children we know!
And with all these things you still feel we cause too much noise during the evenings. We've been as considerate as is reasonable. We tried to point out the truth - much of the noise CAN'T be us. We don't know what else you would expect us to do, and after not showing up to the meeting today, again acting in the manner that the world should revolve around you and your daughter alone, I frankly don't give a damn. My son has been hen-pecked to walk and be quiet and all the synonyms for "slow and quiet" that we could come up with for 2 months. We're done. Your continued complaints even through our quietness only proves to us that at least one of 3 things is true:
1) the noises bothering you are not being caused by us
2) your expectations for quiet in apartment living are unreasonably set high
3) your stress has gotten the better of you and we are your targets for venting
Unlike the barking I hear most days of your days from your window as your dog is bothered by every dog being taken for a walk, we have no dog. Yes, your dog's barking is annoying, especially when our windows are also cracked open and your dog has goaded another dog into barking back, but that's part of living in a community that allows dogs.
For the record, when you accused us of waking your daughter at 1am, it was you who should have felt bad for us. I was waking up every night right along with you, but unlike you, it wasn't MY CHILD who was crying every night at 1 in the morning. Our apartment was wedged between two babies... so while I had already gone through that normal developmental stage with my own son I got a bit of a ride being woken up nightly by other people's children. Did I complain to the office? No, of course not! Young children go through developmental phases, some of which include waking throughout the night! It's not fun, it's hard on the parents, but blaming us was just ridiculous as my son had been asleep for hours already and my husband and I were often in bed beforehand.
The yelling and shouting couple you heard, and the very immature door slamming? Definitely NOT US. It pissed me off and I knew we were getting blamed for our neighbors crapping actions... and while it caused some tension to do so we found out who it was for certain, we let them know it wasn't okay and contacted the office because it wasn't a one-time occurrence. My son throws tantrums and wants to kick doors, he's 3 years old, but my husband and I don't, just so you know.
We hear the washing machine pipes draining at all hours of the day and night. We have listened to well beyond any possible fair share of dogs barking... huskies whining, beagles bawling, the new sharpe puppy yipping. I hear your daughter and other little girls crying and screaming and carrying on. The dog owners running down the hall with their dogs trying to get them outside before they have an accident sounds like thunder. The kids upstairs running up and down the hall on days it's not fit to play outside can be very loud. That's all part of apartment living. If you're not willing to put up with that you need to live on the top floor. I think you really need to admit how much of your problem with noise is because you're stressed out and how much is actually unacceptable noise. The noises you do hear, you need to listen to critically because unfortunately noise travels oddly in the building. The office knows this. Other tenants know this. It would serve you well to accept it because I'm not making that up. I will not waste another day on a meeting you may or may not keep. My son and I stayed close to home all rainy Monday so I would be on time to the meeting. He wasn't allowed to take his nap because he would've slept through when I needed to be at the office. Your comfort is no longer going to come at my son's expense. I'm not a terrible neighbor. Other than the night of February 11 we have been quite quiet and courteous even to our own detriment. I am through feeling like a prisoner to your whims in my own apartment. Please reevaluate what you find acceptable noise and accept that not every noise you hear comes from directly above you.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor who is through giving a damn.
Dear Neighbor,
Two months of being overly aware of everything we do in our own apartment after 8pm, doing our best to be beyond reasonably quiet, apparently did nothing for you. You still insisted on a face-to-face meeting and then did not show up. You were home. I know you were home because an hour before the meeting, as I was laying down resting with my son, we could hear your daughter throwing a fit (presumably because she was no more eager to lay down than my son had been) and your car was in the parking lot. Your lexus is a bit noticeable in the parking lot because you still have out of state plates even after over a year in the state.
We do not use our Xbox Kinect as intended, for nightly exercise, because it could give you cause to complain. I impose my son and myself on our friends for playdates because their downstairs neighbors don't mind the general noise made by average childrens' play. We changed out my son's bathtoys for much softer ones meant for the bathtub so that you and your daughter no longer have to listen to matchbox cars sinking to the tub bottom. I don't do laundry after 8pm unless it's necessary for the next day. We haven't taken showers after 8:30. Yes, our son takes his nightly bath at 8pm, but contrary to your opinion, 8pm is the actual most common bathtime for the 3 year old children we know!
And with all these things you still feel we cause too much noise during the evenings. We've been as considerate as is reasonable. We tried to point out the truth - much of the noise CAN'T be us. We don't know what else you would expect us to do, and after not showing up to the meeting today, again acting in the manner that the world should revolve around you and your daughter alone, I frankly don't give a damn. My son has been hen-pecked to walk and be quiet and all the synonyms for "slow and quiet" that we could come up with for 2 months. We're done. Your continued complaints even through our quietness only proves to us that at least one of 3 things is true:
1) the noises bothering you are not being caused by us
2) your expectations for quiet in apartment living are unreasonably set high
3) your stress has gotten the better of you and we are your targets for venting
Unlike the barking I hear most days of your days from your window as your dog is bothered by every dog being taken for a walk, we have no dog. Yes, your dog's barking is annoying, especially when our windows are also cracked open and your dog has goaded another dog into barking back, but that's part of living in a community that allows dogs.
For the record, when you accused us of waking your daughter at 1am, it was you who should have felt bad for us. I was waking up every night right along with you, but unlike you, it wasn't MY CHILD who was crying every night at 1 in the morning. Our apartment was wedged between two babies... so while I had already gone through that normal developmental stage with my own son I got a bit of a ride being woken up nightly by other people's children. Did I complain to the office? No, of course not! Young children go through developmental phases, some of which include waking throughout the night! It's not fun, it's hard on the parents, but blaming us was just ridiculous as my son had been asleep for hours already and my husband and I were often in bed beforehand.
The yelling and shouting couple you heard, and the very immature door slamming? Definitely NOT US. It pissed me off and I knew we were getting blamed for our neighbors crapping actions... and while it caused some tension to do so we found out who it was for certain, we let them know it wasn't okay and contacted the office because it wasn't a one-time occurrence. My son throws tantrums and wants to kick doors, he's 3 years old, but my husband and I don't, just so you know.
We hear the washing machine pipes draining at all hours of the day and night. We have listened to well beyond any possible fair share of dogs barking... huskies whining, beagles bawling, the new sharpe puppy yipping. I hear your daughter and other little girls crying and screaming and carrying on. The dog owners running down the hall with their dogs trying to get them outside before they have an accident sounds like thunder. The kids upstairs running up and down the hall on days it's not fit to play outside can be very loud. That's all part of apartment living. If you're not willing to put up with that you need to live on the top floor. I think you really need to admit how much of your problem with noise is because you're stressed out and how much is actually unacceptable noise. The noises you do hear, you need to listen to critically because unfortunately noise travels oddly in the building. The office knows this. Other tenants know this. It would serve you well to accept it because I'm not making that up. I will not waste another day on a meeting you may or may not keep. My son and I stayed close to home all rainy Monday so I would be on time to the meeting. He wasn't allowed to take his nap because he would've slept through when I needed to be at the office. Your comfort is no longer going to come at my son's expense. I'm not a terrible neighbor. Other than the night of February 11 we have been quite quiet and courteous even to our own detriment. I am through feeling like a prisoner to your whims in my own apartment. Please reevaluate what you find acceptable noise and accept that not every noise you hear comes from directly above you.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor who is through giving a damn.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Musing (not amusing) Monday
I'd rather be in Studio today...
Apparently life has decided that I either than migraine headaches OR allergies. The only way to exist without one is to be suffering from the other. WTF?!?
And is this information helpful to the headache specialist? Apparently not.
My son doesn't want to go anywhere this morning. That's a drag. I'd like to make use of our Museum membership and go to MOS for 2 hours. He'd have fun IF HE'D JUST GO ALONG WITH MY PLANS!
He keeps tilting his head and looking at me over his eyeline... this kid understands cute...
So wish me luck this week. I have 4 projects in the studio in the works, I have 4 that I need properly scanned/photographed so I can get them up on Etsy for sale before this weekend, and unfortunately the creep will still have an excuse to be in the building on Tuesdays for a few more weeks. I am honestly picking up my pepper spray from my parents' house in two weeks and bringing it to studio. The other people can say what they want about the guy being harmless - I know better. I'd much rather pepper spray the bastard than get strangled at some point. I'd also much rather be able pepper spray him than be forced to work in a fearful environment. Our studio is an extension of my home... and I promised myself when I left NY that I would never again let some psycho force me out of my home. In this kind of scenario weapons really do become the answer unfortunately.
It really sucks though that the crazies always seem to find me. I mean, seriously, they all need to just drop dead. I just barely got back to not hating my body again and then this creep interferes with my peace and work and makes me wish I looked incredibly different. These type of creeps need to all die so I actually feel like getting back in shape isn't increasing the target on my back.
Pepper spray and a hunting knife... Yup. Should do the trick.
Apparently life has decided that I either than migraine headaches OR allergies. The only way to exist without one is to be suffering from the other. WTF?!?
And is this information helpful to the headache specialist? Apparently not.
My son doesn't want to go anywhere this morning. That's a drag. I'd like to make use of our Museum membership and go to MOS for 2 hours. He'd have fun IF HE'D JUST GO ALONG WITH MY PLANS!
He keeps tilting his head and looking at me over his eyeline... this kid understands cute...
So wish me luck this week. I have 4 projects in the studio in the works, I have 4 that I need properly scanned/photographed so I can get them up on Etsy for sale before this weekend, and unfortunately the creep will still have an excuse to be in the building on Tuesdays for a few more weeks. I am honestly picking up my pepper spray from my parents' house in two weeks and bringing it to studio. The other people can say what they want about the guy being harmless - I know better. I'd much rather pepper spray the bastard than get strangled at some point. I'd also much rather be able pepper spray him than be forced to work in a fearful environment. Our studio is an extension of my home... and I promised myself when I left NY that I would never again let some psycho force me out of my home. In this kind of scenario weapons really do become the answer unfortunately.
It really sucks though that the crazies always seem to find me. I mean, seriously, they all need to just drop dead. I just barely got back to not hating my body again and then this creep interferes with my peace and work and makes me wish I looked incredibly different. These type of creeps need to all die so I actually feel like getting back in shape isn't increasing the target on my back.
Pepper spray and a hunting knife... Yup. Should do the trick.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Thank You OneRepublic
Not only are you five gentlemen genuinely nice in person, but you've put out a lot of music that turns around my son's sour mood. He's now happily giggling and dancing to "Good Life."
Even if I hadn't been so lucky as to have met you guys in person, (Just happenstance and small world colliding really.) I'd be singing your praises right now. Pun not intended.
http://www.onerepublic.net/
Though their TV performances rarely do them justice, they'll be on the Ellen show tomorrow & Conan the 6th.
I love Coco too, but lately I've been focused on trying to meet my art deadlines so except for NCIS I I haven't been watching much TV really. (PBS over breakfast doesn't count in my book.) And with my new schedule I'll miss the next month of NCIS... which means I'll obviously have to watch a NCIS marathon through hulu or netflix etc etc when I'm recovering from surgery.
,,, even with trying to edit the above it still comes out a bit scattered... which is how it is, everything all at once, thrown into the toy box in whatever order it landed, like my sons toys.
My son is currently converting his "garage" into quite the impressive Mega Blocks castle.
I want to go to Boston Museum of Science. That was my plan last night: spend 1/2 of Monday at MOS. (http://www.mos.org ) My child? Of course not! He wants to go to school. It's not a school day for him, so since he can't go to school he doesn't want to leave the apartment. He's not autistic (for whoever is reading this and thinking that), he's strong willed and usually knows what he wants... which is difficult when your plans clash with his and his attitude. So he's building a castle and I'm blogging in hopes that when the castle is done (and it's never done until every block in the apartment is used) he might FINALLY desire more active play.
"Mommy, I did it! Ta Da!"
That's my cue... (actually it's quite awesome...)
Even if I hadn't been so lucky as to have met you guys in person, (Just happenstance and small world colliding really.) I'd be singing your praises right now. Pun not intended.
http://www.onerepublic.net/
Though their TV performances rarely do them justice, they'll be on the Ellen show tomorrow & Conan the 6th.
I love Coco too, but lately I've been focused on trying to meet my art deadlines so except for NCIS I I haven't been watching much TV really. (PBS over breakfast doesn't count in my book.) And with my new schedule I'll miss the next month of NCIS... which means I'll obviously have to watch a NCIS marathon through hulu or netflix etc etc when I'm recovering from surgery.
,,, even with trying to edit the above it still comes out a bit scattered... which is how it is, everything all at once, thrown into the toy box in whatever order it landed, like my sons toys.
My son is currently converting his "garage" into quite the impressive Mega Blocks castle.
I want to go to Boston Museum of Science. That was my plan last night: spend 1/2 of Monday at MOS. (http://www.mos.org ) My child? Of course not! He wants to go to school. It's not a school day for him, so since he can't go to school he doesn't want to leave the apartment. He's not autistic (for whoever is reading this and thinking that), he's strong willed and usually knows what he wants... which is difficult when your plans clash with his and his attitude. So he's building a castle and I'm blogging in hopes that when the castle is done (and it's never done until every block in the apartment is used) he might FINALLY desire more active play.
"Mommy, I did it! Ta Da!"
That's my cue... (actually it's quite awesome...)
Saturday, April 2, 2011
First Saturday in April
Open Studios is Today.
Therefore this post is short.
Miracle Providers of the Northeast put on a wonderful show last night in Methuen. Wonderful! Fun! Hilarious! A great performance raising money for charity. I hope that they are at least as successful tonight.
Article link mailed to me I'd like to share.
"Fake it 'Til you make it." is the best known, but least tried by the masses I think.
http://www.austinkleon.com/2011/03/30/how-to-steal-like-an-artist-and-9-other-things-nobody-told-me/
ENJOY!
Therefore this post is short.
Miracle Providers of the Northeast put on a wonderful show last night in Methuen. Wonderful! Fun! Hilarious! A great performance raising money for charity. I hope that they are at least as successful tonight.
Article link mailed to me I'd like to share.
"Fake it 'Til you make it." is the best known, but least tried by the masses I think.
http://www.austinkleon.com/2011/03/30/how-to-steal-like-an-artist-and-9-other-things-nobody-told-me/
ENJOY!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
A, B & C...
Today I am: Accomplished, Blessed and Confused
After bringing my son to daycare I went to work in the studio. I really want to paint my magpie but its blue-black feather quality is difficult to achieve in any paint for my novice so I have to experiment AND take my time. I get there, start working, then find out the sewer is clogged again and water can't be used. Bummer. So now what? Work until I need to change water & could probably use a restroom, that's what! So I decide I'm going to see if I can only be gone an hour and if I can do 3 things in such little time. Success! Turns out I can drive back home, prepare a casserole, load another round of laundry AND eat "lunch" in an hour! I cut it super close with the casserole because the pot almost completely refused to boil (I have no idea what THAT was all about) but I did it. Accomplished!
After returning to studios, working more on the magpie, and picking up my son, we went to the playground. I said we'd go for 10 minutes... 10 turned into 30 :) The weather was so pleasant (none of those horrid wind gusts from yesterday) I was very happy my son was so agreeable and not hungry so we could do so. So few people were there that while my son was playing in one area I was near him and swinging on the swings. I felt calm. happy and blessed. A beautiful early spring afternoon, time and means to be outside in the filtered sunlight and SWINGING! I truly think I appreciate swings even more now that I'm adult than I did as a child. It's wonderfully calming and fun to do. Blessed.
So as I'm relishing my blessings knowing the next two days are called for to be foul weather, my son stops doing what he's doing to yell at me to "Stop! Stop! No swinging Momma!" Does he want to go on? No. Does he want me to go do something with him? Not really. Is there anyone else even remotely interested at the swings at the moment? Not at all. "Stop!" And he reaches out and bear hugs my slowed legs bringing me to a complete stop. Apparently Momma isn't allowed to swing. I can climb and slide and play, but not swing. Confused.
After bringing my son to daycare I went to work in the studio. I really want to paint my magpie but its blue-black feather quality is difficult to achieve in any paint for my novice so I have to experiment AND take my time. I get there, start working, then find out the sewer is clogged again and water can't be used. Bummer. So now what? Work until I need to change water & could probably use a restroom, that's what! So I decide I'm going to see if I can only be gone an hour and if I can do 3 things in such little time. Success! Turns out I can drive back home, prepare a casserole, load another round of laundry AND eat "lunch" in an hour! I cut it super close with the casserole because the pot almost completely refused to boil (I have no idea what THAT was all about) but I did it. Accomplished!
After returning to studios, working more on the magpie, and picking up my son, we went to the playground. I said we'd go for 10 minutes... 10 turned into 30 :) The weather was so pleasant (none of those horrid wind gusts from yesterday) I was very happy my son was so agreeable and not hungry so we could do so. So few people were there that while my son was playing in one area I was near him and swinging on the swings. I felt calm. happy and blessed. A beautiful early spring afternoon, time and means to be outside in the filtered sunlight and SWINGING! I truly think I appreciate swings even more now that I'm adult than I did as a child. It's wonderfully calming and fun to do. Blessed.
So as I'm relishing my blessings knowing the next two days are called for to be foul weather, my son stops doing what he's doing to yell at me to "Stop! Stop! No swinging Momma!" Does he want to go on? No. Does he want me to go do something with him? Not really. Is there anyone else even remotely interested at the swings at the moment? Not at all. "Stop!" And he reaches out and bear hugs my slowed legs bringing me to a complete stop. Apparently Momma isn't allowed to swing. I can climb and slide and play, but not swing. Confused.
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