Posts Tagged ‘love’

My Mother’s Typewriter

June 11, 2008

My daughter wants to play with my computer. It is a brand spankin’ new MacBookPro and she is two years old. It just ain’t happening.

I can remember back to when my Mom’s typewriter (Yes! I am that old.) was something I wanted to play with and bang around on. It was a Selectric Quiet Touch I think – very cool and BLUE! I loved it because of its color, and because it made these amazing soft clicky sounds when she typed. It was a magical thing. We didn’t watch television much when I was very young so I can remember days when I would sit and play and color and just watch my Mom, in the morning sunlight, sitting at the dining room table typing away. These were always good days, peaceful days filled with the wonder of what she might be doing on those beautiful sheets of creamy white paper. She could type so swiftly and rhythmically that it sounded like music on the keyboard.

It’s amazing that after all these years I can still remember the sound, almost exactly, as if I had just heard it a few minutes ago. It had an impact on me. And I think that watching her type away made me appreciate words – words that I could type, that I could read, that I could write. And I remember the day, oh, I must have been three or four, when I was finally allowed not just to approach, but to touch that beautiful electric machine. I was breathless. I only typed a bit because I was afraid I would break it, and I had grown to love its sound and the joy it brought my mother. But she encouraged me and I typed a bit more. I learned my A-B-Cs on that old typewriter. I learned my numbers. I learned to spell my name. I learned to spell Mom.

And so I relented, sort of. I dug out my old laptop, the one I had finally retired after months of battles. I couldn’t get rid of it, and now I’m glad I didn’t. Yesterday I sat in the sun at the dining room table with my daughter, a little younger than I was with my Mom, and I let her start banging away on the keys. The look on her face as letters started popping up on the screen was priceless. The memories it brought back made me appreciate once again the gift of words my mother had given to me all those years ago. It made me realize my obligation, my gift of being able to share my love of words with my daughter. Today, that love of words is taught with a computer instead of a typewriter, but the love is conveyed with the same joy, the same breathlessness.

My Mom’s typewriter is long gone now, drowned in a flooded basement. Mom uses a really nice computer and she still can type faster than anyone I know. Her fingers have arthritis and cause her to occasionally drop things, but when she is in front of that machine, dreaming of beautiful words to share, the pain goes away and her fingers fly.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Can a Kid OD on Corn on the Cob?

June 3, 2008

So, I was from one of those “you will sit there until bedtime if you don’t eat” upbringings. I’m not fat, but I soon learned that just shoving it all in even if I wasn’t hungry made Mom and Dad infinitely happier than seeing me pouting at the table all night. From there comes my emotional eating that I have attempted to control my entire adult life.

I do blame that mindset, although not my parents who truly did what they thought was best at the time. This is obvious to me because my second sister and I have always had weight issues, whereas my youngest sister has always been quite thin (same body type) and never relied on food as a crutch. My Mom admits that they realized maybe they should have dealt with my second sister and I differently and changed their approach with the youngest.

So here is my question to all of you? What are your parenting choices when it comes to eating habits? Do they change (and how) as your child develops emotionally? Do you ever resort to food as a reward (other than “potty treats” which I think are a very different story)?

My daughter is closing in on three and while I work part-time she attends a local daycare 2-3 days per week. I give her lots of fruit and veggies and low-fat yogurt. I basically feed HER the way I wished I had the gumption to eat myself. Her teachers are amazed. They have never seen such a thorough and healthy eater.

When she arrives home at around 5:00 I hang out with her and then cook dinner. She rarely eats more than a few bites of veggies and maybe some rice or veggie burger (she isn’t a big fan of meat and it helps us to cut some of it out). She prefers to sit with us for ten minutes or so and then she’s off – busy! busy!

I’m fine with this because she eats so well throughout the day and I know kids won’t starve themselves (at least not normally and she is very healthy). My hubby thinks she should be expected, even if not hungry to sit there with us the whole dinner. I think he’s nuts. She is only two and oh my God, to sit still that long is tough for me sometimes let alone a toddler.

Now this is (bless his otherwise sweet and loving soul – hell, it IS almost Father’s Day don’t forget) the man who if there is some (and I mean ANY) sporting event from golf to basketball (super ick!) to baseball to Nascar (Go Dale Jr! OK I’m on board with this one) on television he goes against the rule we decided on of the television OFF during dinner. I can’t WAIT until we move and can’t see the stinkin TV from the table! That will be the end of that. (Who am I kidding – then the plates will head for the living room… tune in someday soon for a rant about HOW parents can stop undermining each other).

My suggestion is we talk about her day and ask her questions and establish a dinner “relationship” and when she’s done and off to play then we actually take a few minutes to talk to each other – IMAGINE THAT!

Just looking for comments on how all of you deal (or have dealt) with this.

And check back tomorrow if interested in the very weird poopy I’m sure we will experience.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

PhotoShop Tips for T-Shirt Design

June 1, 2008

With the recent purchase of my cool little Mac, I am discovering a new world of design. You can do some really exciting things in PhotoShop, from distorting images, changing colors, shredding edges, and more! As I discover new little tricks, I will occasionally offer updates and ideas. Of course, these more techie posts are me trying feebly to be professional rather than crass and funny, which as I read more and more of you other Mommy Bloggers I realize I can be (usually) without offending (many). BUT, I am also a mompreneur (did I EVEN spell that right?) and am trying to get my shirts sold so this is also a blatant way to advertise. OK, so the truth is out there.

Back to business… I like to try my hand at retro looking design for my shirts. The designs seem to change week by week because I am always learning new ideas from other online bloggers and designers. Some of my favorites are sepia tones, tinted looks, black and white. Playing with color and texture is a good way to change a nice, but normal “family photo” into something suitable for sale as a design, or maybe even a work of art. To try a cool tinted look, try this:

Choose Layer>New Adjustment Layer>Gradient Map

I recommend naming each layer. If you ever want to go back and make minor changes (such as deselecting a layer and adding a new one), this makes it easier. Assigning it a color isn’t necessary, but also helps as an internal tracking tool. Mode should be set to Normal. Opacity to 100%.

The Gradient Map dialog box will pop up. Make sure you select preview if it isn’t already checked. Play around with the different patterns and the slider to adjust your effects and final image. If you have trouble finding the slider, click the color bar of the Gradient Map and you will get a second window with the slider.

Try the Dither and Reverse checks as well. The reverse can help if you have an image that is too dark or too light or viewing like a negative slide.

Check back next time to learn more about making edges ragged, gradient face and feather in InDesign to give a more weathered and retro look.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Can’t Quit Thinking About It – VOTE HER OUT!!!!

May 29, 2008

Help me to gather some extra funding to research autism and educate the public about it. Go to http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts and buy a Vote Her Out or Vote Her Ass Out custom shirt or accessory. I will donate a portion to the Autism Society of America! And we can let people know in our silent protest, that they CANNOT treat our children this way!!!! If it happened there it could happen to your kid too!

If you haven’t read about this and have no idea what I’m ranting on about, click here:
https://sugarsprouts.wordpress.com/2008/05/28/oh-my-holy-hell-fire-this-evil-teacher/

Also, you too can vote that teacher OUT at:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/Fire-teacher-for-unprofessional-conduct

Will it do anything? WHO KNOWS! But at least your voice will be heard!

My sister has informed me that there is an actual Elementary Education teaching method that this woman was supposedly using. I usually think the best of people, but even after having read what she sent me, I can see NO reason or excuse.

_____ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Oh My Holy Hell – FIRE This Evil Teacher!!!

May 28, 2008

THIS I cannot believe – and the school claims it ISN’T emotional abuse – it sure as hell is, and to ALL the kids to allow this kind of obnoxious abusive behavior from a teacher.

Teacher lets Morningside students vote out classmate, 5

By Colleen Wixon (Contact)
Saturday, May 24, 2008

PORT ST. LUCIE — Melissa Barton said she is considering legal action after her son’s kindergarten teacher led his classmates to vote him out of class.

After each classmate was allowed to say what they didn’t like about Barton’s 5-year-old son, Alex, his Morningside Elementary teacher Wendy Portillo said they were going to take a vote, Barton said.
By a 14 to 2 margin, the students voted Alex — who is in the process of being diagnosed with autism — out of the class.

Melissa Barton filed a complaint with Morningside’s school resource officer, who investigated the matter, Port St. Lucie Department spokeswoman Michelle Steele said. But the state attorney’s office concluded the matter did not meet the criteria for emotional child abuse, so no criminal charges will be filed, Steele said.

Port St. Lucie Police no longer are investigating, but police officials are documenting the complaint, she said.

Steele said the teacher confirmed the incident took place.

Portillo could not be reached for comment Friday.

Steele said the boy had been sent to the principal’s office because of disciplinary issues. When he returned, Portillo made him go to the front of the room as a form of punishment, she said.
Barton said her son is in the process of being diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, a type of high-functioning autism. Alex began the testing process in February at the suggestion of Morningside Principal Marcia Cully.

Children diagnosed with Asperger’s often exhibit social isolation and eccentric behavior..
Alex has had disciplinary issues because of his disability, Barton said. After the family moved into the area and Alex and his sibling arrived at the school in January, Alex spent much of the time in the principal’s office, she said.

He also had problems at his last school, but he did not have issues during his two years of preschool, Barton said.

School and district officials have met with Barton and her son to create an individual education plan to address his difficulties, she said. Portillo attended these meetings, Barton said.
Barton said after the vote, Portillo asked Alex how he felt.

“He said, ‘I feel sad,’ ” Barton said.

Alex left the classroom and spent the rest of the day in the nurse’s office, she said.

Barton said when she came to pick up her son at the school Wednesday, he was leaving the nurse’s office.

“He was shaken up,” she said.

Barton said the nurse told her to talk with Portillo, who told her what happened.

Alex hasn’t been back to school since then, and Barton said he won’t be returning. He starts screaming when she brings him with her to drop off his sibling at school.

Thursday night, his mother heard him saying “I’m not special” over and over.

Barton said Alex is reliving the incident.

The other students said he was “disgusting” and “annoying,” Barton said.

“He was incredibly upset,” Barton said. “The only friend he has ever made in his life was forced to do this.”

St. Lucie School’s spokeswoman Janice Karst said the district is investigating the incident, but could not make any further comment.

Vern Melvin, Department of Children and Families circuit administrator, confirmed the agency is investigating an allegation of abuse at Morningside but said he could not elaborate.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!

The Day After Memorial Day

May 27, 2008

I’m getting really excited about the upcoming season of Army Wives. Not being an Army wife myself, but having been an Army brat of sorts makes the show especially appealing to me. I have many close friends who WERE (and are) in fact true, live-on-post, deal with all the pride but still all the crappy rules Army (and Navy and Marine) wives. They tell me that some of the storylines proposed on the show aren’t really plausible (friendships between wives of officers ranging from privates to generals is a good example). I have to comment on this one. It does seem implausible, but refreshing on the show that cliques are in some ways undermined by the show’s heroines. That the women portrayed by this small group of actors is actually being represented in at least one television show is a huge step. Sure, the post commander’s wife probably wouldn’t “hang” at an off-post bar with the wives of enlisted men, but come on. There is one show to tell the story, and only so many characters. We wouldn’t tune in as frequently if they didn’t interact – that’s what makes it so juicy!

And that is really the point of this post. Yesterday was Memorial Day. As we remember and pray for the brave soldiers that through the years have gone to war for our country (regardless of whether you believe in the war itself – this is irrelevant in the face of the ultimate sacrifice), we should also remember the families left behind. Especially in the current world situation, where our soldiers are called to fight a war that is unjust, but do not have the right to refuse, the families feel the pain of loss every day.

So let’s hear it for the soldiers, those who have been lost, those who have returned from the many wars we have fought, and those who with hope will come home soon. And let us not forget the families, the husbands, wives, parents, and children who are left behind to hope, and to worry and to pray for their loved ones.

We honor you.

Let your kids show their pride for what Dad does if he is in the military.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Spanking is Violence (not discipline)

May 25, 2008

OK, my opinion on this is one I will admit cannot be changed. Perhaps I may gain some more respect for those “spankers” out there (and I am referring to children – what you do in your bedroom is your own business) and their views, although admittedly, I doubt it.

What brings this up? A friend of mine was recently talking about “having to” spank her little girl (about 3.5) and put her to bed early. I think by my silence on the phone line she knew what was coming. I’m not exactly known for being meek. And how could any adult HAVE TO perform an act of violence on a child. Aren’t we supposed to be the ones in control? Not just of our actions and emotions, but of the physical and emotional well-being of our kids?

I held my tongue and it was the hardest thing I have ever done. And it was totally chickenshit on my part. SO I am unleashing here (and she’s a reader so hopefully she gets it).

But so many times you hear a parent say they lost control. That makes it acceptable to hit?!?! Anyone, let alone a child? Or perhaps these are the types of parents who explain to a child WHY they will soon be humiliated and physically harmed as a “sensitive” way to inflict violence.

And you question whether spanking is a violent act? REALLY?!?!

Consider these scenarios:

==> You go into a bar, get into a fight and pop someone in the nose. You get arrested. You cannot hit a total stranger;

==> A husband hits his wife (or vice versa, or boyfriend is hit by girlfriend, or partners, but you get the picture). This is called domestic violence – hopefully someone gets arrested (although we all know that is not always the case and is a topic for another time);

==> You punch your best friend in the nose because she does something shitty to you. You get into trouble. She could press charges, and YOU could get arrested;

==> Your boss hits you because you used work email for personal messages.

(Alright, some of these seem to be kind of far-fetched examples, but really, aren’t they just far-fetched because laws prevent them from being prevalent?) In our society it is NOT OK to hit (unless you are a boxer for sport, which is barbaric, but just my little ole opinion inserted here). Or unless you are hitting a child or an animal.

We teach our children that the strong should not pick on the weak. Yet, if we in turn hit our children, we are teaching them that it is actually OK, not just to hit, but to beat up on the weaker among us. We become hypocrites, violent hypocrites. Is THIS the lesson you want to teach?

You may not believe it, but your kids really do watch what you do. They really absorb what you say. You really are molding them emotionally, intellectually for what and who they will become.

So why can’t my hubby go in tomorrow, and because his co-worker didn’t complete his job, thereby causing hubby to have to work a longer day, hit that co-worker.

Because he would get fired.

Because hitting is wrong.

Because hitting is violence.

Violence/hitting in the workplace is illegal.

And spanking is hitting.

Therefore spanking is a violent act. One of the only violent acts that is ignored by society (this and, once again, hitting animals). That is another topic and one that I could rant on about for days. And maybe sometime I will.

We can ignore the weakest among us. Because they are weak and have no voice. And so we do.

Isn’t that sad? It makes me so angry. I am ashamed that I didn’t say something to my friend, that I didn’t question her actions. Especially when I hear parents say they were forced, their child pushed them to that point. These are CHILDREN. THEY can be pushed, but YOU are the adult. You are supposed to have control. You may have to walk away and calm down, try another form of discipline, but hitting is never the answer.

Ever.

Get it?

Spanking. IS. Violence.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

David Cook Wins American Idol!!

May 23, 2008

OK, I just have to say it. From my more serious polygamist post earlier today, I cannot help but go a little “pop”.

I love David Cook.

There. I said it. I am over ten years older than him but I love him for his talent, his humble nature, and those eyes. WOW! Those eyes. Hey. A Mommy can look can’t she?

The other David was awesome too – of course he was. He was flawless. But there was something special about the gritty way Cook approached his songs, the creative ways in which he changed classics (Billie Jean and Hello anyone?), and the notes. Ah, the notes. As a former music major myself, I know one of the more difficult things to master is the long-held, in-tune last note. And David is a master. Just like an Olympian ice skater throwing in a triple axle at the end of a program, these notes at the end of a lung-blowing rock song were astounding.

Don’t forget though, in the hubbub of Cook’s win, that for our kids, as much fun as American Idol might be, there REAL American Idol has a day all his own. Father’s Day is coming folks. Check out some new ideas for Dads (from shirts to beer steins, we’ve got it!) and carry on the ideal that is American Idol.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!

Running Naked Through Sprinklers

May 20, 2008

It is HOT here. Hot in Arizona, but we aren’t in Phoenix or Tucson. We are in northern AZ, Flagstaff, Grand Canyon area. We’re in the mountains – it’s SUPPOSED to still be cool and nice. The last five or six years though, we have reached highs in mid-summer of near 100 degrees. That was unheard of fifteen years ago. So it’s hot.

And you will likely hear me whine about it quite a bit.

But one thing that has me smiling is watching my little one start to recognize the change in season. She is picking out her dresses every morning (as only a two-year old can do – awesome combinations of patterns and colors that only a child can wear and still look cute!) and lovin’ wearing her little pink Crocs. The days are longer and so warm that she can play outside until almost bedtime.

It reminds me of my childhood. But with one big exception. I feel badly that she will never run through sprinklers, in her swimsuit, or again, like all two-year olds, happily naked without a worry in the world, feet wet in the soft, sweet-smelling grass. Because you see, we don’t have grass. We have dirt and woodchips and cactus (yeah, even in the mountains). The only grass that would take root here would be the course, stuff that grows in clumps and thrives in the arid climate. I feel a tremendous guilt sometimes that she will never romp wild and free and BAREFOOT outside.

Now let me digress for a moment. We live in a spectacular place – truly. We have Flagstaff, AZ, Grand Canyon National Park, Williams, Sedona, Prescott and more. We have mountains and canyons. Views are breathtaking. Kids can grow up hiking and biking and enjoying the outdoors in a clean environment, breathing clean, relatively unpolluted air. It IS a great place to grow up. It is very different than my memories, but wonderful.

But still, no grass. No sprinklers. No running carefree through the water all day.

Except Sunday, we were invited to a friend’s house. I was advised we should bring her swimsuit and I thought she’d splash in a kiddy pool for awhile, then get all covered in the AZ mud that takes so long to scrub off because of it’s sticky resiliency. Ah well, if it makes her happy…

When we arrived I was surprised to see that our friend’s driveway had been turned into (sans grass) the play area of my youth. A HUGE sprinkler was set up for the kids to run through. Big towels and blankets spread out for relaxation (many layers because, hey, they WERE on hot asphalt, but still). The Moms hung out drinking cold drinks while the kids played. For hours. Running and squealing through the water, which in the desert they don’t get very often. The joy on my daughter’s face made me realize that it doesn’t matter if she has the east cost, grassy memories of MY youth.
She is happy. She is growing. She loves the experiences SHE is having, and that is what truly matters.

And sure, eventually some of the kids DID run naked through the sprinklers (but they were wearing their Crocs)!

__________________Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

The Preakness

May 17, 2008

No, I am definitely NOT starting this by comparing my limping old bod to a thoroughbred horse.  But hey!  So I ran early today – 30 minutes, not too long but my long run of the week.  Drove into the park (Grand Canyon) and ran along the rim.  SO beautiful.  I heard robins and it was crisp and cool and clear.  Lots of visitors later on, but that’s the time of year.  It’s a great thing that people care to come visit.   But I ran early so I could rush back and watch coverage of the Preakness.

My hubby and I often go to local races, and pre-baby to the local bar that has off-track betting.  I always, as I tell the hubby, “cheer for a horse to win”.  I don’t know much about horse racing – I just know I enjoy it immensely.  The smell of the track, the crackling electricity in the air at the beginning of the races, the cheering crowds, and yes, the party atmosphere are all things I enjoy as I crack pen a nice cold one and kick back.

I have friends who are very PETA-oriented and hate the thought of horse racing and rodeos.  Other friends (in northern Arizona there is a wide variety of opinions and you can literally know people from all over the spectrum, all good people, but the ability to float between the groups without offending anyone is a learned skill) are rodeo riders, current and retired and one friend even owns a portion of a racehorse.  From them I understand that most of these critters (and admittedly there are horrific exceptions to every rule) are cared for and loved and not in the least abused.

This brings me to the Preakness.  I wasn’t going to watch it.  After the loss of Eight Belles in the Derby several weeks ago, I was so saddened that I thought I’d swear off watching any more this year.  But I can’t do it.  The horses and jockeys who will compete today have worked their lives and careers for this day.  They deserve the same support as they did had Eight Belles not been lost.  But it will still be sad.

I considered briefly in the days following the Derby if there was any correlation between women in the working world and the fate of Eight Belles.  She was one of the only fillies to rise to this type of success.  Was this a parallel for women in corporate America?  In any workplace?  Is the fate of Eight Belles significant to us all?

I pondered it, and possibly there is a link there.  But I had to eventually let it go.  It was just too sad to consider such a beautiful animal lost so tragically.  And I want to share this love of horses and exciting time of year with my daughter.  She already loves horses and mules and ponies.  She has ridden a tiny pony named Sprinkles at the county fair.  She has t-shirts with horses (I’m still working on getting that drawing right for my site, so for now other critters have to suffice).  He plays pony on her stick horse.  I want her to grow up thinking watching the pretty horses is fun, and not tragic.  She has the rest of her life to learn about tragedy.

I just hope I can protect her from it as long as possible.

__________________Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am. 

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:

http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Poop in Potty

May 16, 2008

I just have to show my Mommy pride – the little one pooped in the potty for the first time this afternoon.  Off to celebrate with ice cream!!!!

Still learning at an “advanced maternal age”…

May 16, 2008

I am just getting into this whole blogging thing, and I have to tell you, for a fairly Type-A personality IN PERSON, I have found it surprisingly scary to interact on the web.  I don’t know why?? 

Maybe it is because I can’t read body-language to sense when it is OK to “jump in” to a conversation.   Maybe it’s simply because it’s new.  I’m not sure.  But I can tell you that so far, I have found a wonderfully supportive group of Moms who have been willing to give me advise and support.  I feel like I have made a whole community of new friends in just the several months I have been at this.  But it is still new and scary and these are not feelings I like or am accustomed to.

I think the only other time I recall feelings resembling these was when I first entered the “Mommy crowd” in our neighborhood – play-groups, playground get-togethers, mall days, etc.  I was so out of my element.  Most of these Moms, even though they were all pretty friendly (I mean they invited the old lady to attend, right?), are also significantly younger than me, and that fact was made very clear as I look at their polished, unlined faces and hear references to things in their childhood that I recall distinctly as being my own recollections from college or later.  (Oh, the FIRST Gulf War atrocity.  Yeah, I remember having a few beers with friends and hearing about it on the news.  OH!  You were just starting kindergarten and only remember your parents being upset.   Hmmmmm…)  EEK!  I got over that one pretty quickly though because no one but me seemed to care.  I don’t even think they noticed.  Of course, I tried 9and still try) not to broadcast my “advanced maternal age”.

I was however, not attuned to any kid’s shows (Dora who?), or toys (my little one was still under 6 months) and I felt at a loss in conversations about potty training.  How old are they for that – five or six?  HA!

I could talk for hours about my old work, but no one cared about politics and communications anymore.  I was always very at ease in those work situations because I had felt in control, and also in social situations because I was the proverbial butterfly.  I loved the bar scene and parties.  But now I was attending children’s birthday parties and while I could throw a mean cocktail party with little notice was terrified of my little one’s impending first birthday.

So, if I chicken-shit out and don’t throw her a big first birthday bash for all the play-group kids will I stunt her for LIFE?!?!

But surprisingly, in time, heading to story-time at the library became less tenuous because I started making and receiving phone calls to attend with other Mommys and kids.  The first call had me feeling like I was calling a boy for the first time in Junior High.  I was sweating and hung up twice before it rang.  I think I was so afraid that these Moms were only being nice to me because of my daughter but that they could see RIGHT THROUGH me to my former self.  I mean becoming a Mommy, while it is the very best thing that has ever happened (and I don’t give a damn about that cliché – it’s true!) wasn’t exactly planned.  I was sure they saw me as a fraud and I was afraid of putting myself out there for ridicule and rejection.

But I made the call.  And the Mommy and her son weren’t home.  They also didn’t call back because they were out of town, but of course, I thought I was being dissed by the Mommys.  But I tried again the next week and guess what?  They came by and played on the swings and we went to story-time together.  This sort of opened up invitations from others and made it easier for me to be the initiator. 

Now, I doubt I will ever be the host of massive play-dates.  I just don’t think I have that in me right now.  Excuse number one – I’m old remember?  But I feel pretty secure in the Mommy friends I have clicked with – and a few that I like that otherwise I would have never crossed paths with.  And while I may never be close to these women, I am at least friendly with them.

And this leads me to my current situation of trying again to wade through the Mommy Blogs, identify ones that seem to “click” with my personality and introduce myself.  Kind of scary, but I’m working through it.  I think I’ll be OK.  Because all-in-all, when it comes to being a Mommy, we DO all have something in common that anyone who isn’t a Mommy can never relate to. 

I just hope I don’t come on too strong. 

For those Mommy Bloggers (and others!!) I’m communicating with already:

Jeff at www.alignnorth.com

Kim at http://buchheitcreative.com/

http://skimbaco.blogspot.com/

http://acowboyswife.com/

http://www.tubbybundle.com/blog/

http://queenofspainblog.com/

http://www.cafepress.com/argylestripes

and those I will in the future,

                           kick my ass if you need to.

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What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

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