Wednesday, April 23, 2014

How he learned to Fly

This is john's dresser. I'm pretty sure I remember him saying he would jump off of it as a little guy attempting to fly.  Which must have been a theme throughout his childhood. The story I've heard from each of his parents multiple times is how he was asked to start wearing clothes to preschool. No longer coming in just a cape and underoos.  It wasn't his lack of clothes that were the problem, or necessarily that he would climb on top of the shelves and jump off.  It was his encouraging other children that they too could fly and convincing them to climb on the furniture and jump off.

I of course, didn't know these stories when I first met him, but my girlfriends and I actually called him 'superman'.  He had this amazing ability to make everything work out. I'm not sure whether it's luck or his positive frame of mind, but things always serendipitously fall into place around him.
I never think of this any more, I've come to take it for granted in our everyday life. It's awful how that happens, isn't it? We choose the most amazing people to place ourselves around and then we become accustomed to them. How important it is to take moments out of this hectic life to remember & appreciate what we have!
Today I am so incredibly grateful for such a supportive partner. My handsome superman.
love, andrea




Monday, April 21, 2014

ashes, cascarones & a two year old

I looked over and Redding was knee deep in a pile of ashes, busily mixing them with the confetti from the Cascarones.  He would then fill his chubby little fingers with this concoction and pour it onto his head.  I stared blankly at him for a moment, remembering the amazing mud pies we used to make in the Walker's front yard, before I realized maybe ashes are different and we should stop him.  "Are we ok with this?" I ask John.  He and everyone else laugh at my question (or I guess, the way I worded it, really) then replies of course. I like watching John as he gazes at Redding, he looks so happy. They both do.
It is a very satisfying thing as a parent, knowing you'll have to hose your child off before they come inside, you know you're doing something right.
love, andrea

Thursday, April 10, 2014

a mother's quarterly review

Where's my quarterly review? I know to some it mind sound silly, but I think this 'mothering' occupation would be much easier if we had bosses.  I personally thrive on positive reinforcement and constructive criticism, which is something we get absolutely none of in this business.  Sometimes even when you do everything right: you're cheerful, fun and even manage to sneak in a counting lesson, your toddler still has a melt down in the middle of a parking lot.  Wouldn't it be nice to get the occasional 'hey, you did a really good job with that nap time routine' or 'what a great lunch you made, but you probably didn't need to give him so many crackers'.  How I would love feedback like this.  Instead it's nothing.  All we hear is the screaming coming from our toddlers room telling us they aren't napping yet again and those damn voices in our head. You know the ones, they tell us we aren't good enough or thin enough and why have you still not made one of those diy marble slides out of cardboard boxes yet??? 
I'm not saying a more professional-job-like-setting would eliminate the voices, but it would be a healthy reminder of where you are at.
I mean, we don't even have a job description. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING ALL DAY? Is it just taking care of the kids? or is it housework too? Ideally it would be just the children and John and I would split the housework, right? But, why take away from his quality time with the babies by making him scrub the bathtub?
It would be wonderful to live in a commune, wouldn't it? The responsibility of chores and cooking and child-caring could be shared?  Not to mention you would have other adults to interact with during the day.  There is something quite depressing about going ten hours everyday only talking to people under the age of three.

But it's not a 'job' is it. Not really. We have no title that truly encompasses what we do all day, no job description and no quarterly reviews.  But, we also need to remember that we don't have to 'ask off' in the evenings, our partners are not hired babysitters and if yours is like mine, he is more than willing to share the load as long as I communicate it with him.
No, it's not a job in the traditional sense. But it's the hardest work anyone has ever done (and I doubt you'd find many who'd argue with that).  Every part of your body, soul and mind have been altered since you had children and every part of you is absolutely drained and refilled multiple times a day.
I love what I do, really. But y'all, I get so tired!
Three cheers for all you stay at home mamas out there! We are doing a great job y'all! (but maybe layoff the crackers) ;)
love, andrea

Monday, April 7, 2014

New England Instagram

Last week Bernadette and I were lucky enough to visit my brother and sister in law.  It was such a lovely trip... well, the pictures speak for themselves don't they? (psst, have you heard of VSCOcam yet? I'm normally late to the game on these kind of things, but someone shared it with me recently and i'm having so much fun editing pictures on my phone with it!)
Love, andrea

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Fashion: green, vintage and youthful

dress: vintage, thrifted from Buffalo Exchange $23/ Shoes: tjmaxx 
I love this set of pictures, they seem incredibly youthful to me.  Which I love as the big 3-0 is looming around the corner.  Actually I shouldn't say 'looming', I am quite excited about entering my thirties, I believe it is going the be the decade for me (well, that and my 60's, I think that decade is going to be where it's at! I'll travel the country in an RV with john, wear big gaudy rings on each finger and probably start smoking cigarettes again ;).  Yes my 60's will be magical).  BUT, my thirties will also be a blast... although I'm sure I'll spend much of the decade packing lunches and helping these rugrats with homework, I believe it will be the decade that I'll finally tap into the wealth of my creativity.  A decade that I will finally start taking myself seriously as an artist.  I'm pumped. It will be perfect. But for now I'll enjoy the last few weeks of my youthful twenties. 
love, andrea

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