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Being a parent is sometimes the most ridiculous thing. Late nights, disrupted sleep, early mornings, pack mule, magic maker, miracle worker, mender of hurts, creator of boundaries, giver and taker-away-er, chef, cleaner, concierge, boss, dictator, negotiator, moral compass, cruise director – these are only a few of the job requirements. Today I touched on several…

Spring Blues

Really? How can I have Spring blues. Most of the day was great and then blamo – I’m toxic to myself and everyone around me. Now I’m searching desperately for the self-compassion I’d talked to a friend about earlier today. I hate this about depression. I know I’ve written about this before and imagine it…

Weekend

It’s been a very full weekend. More digging today. And hacking at a nasty huge plant but here are two moments that sum up the day: First thing in the morning Isabella comes into the room and says, “Can you smell disaster!?” One of the cats had dropped a very stinky gift in the hallway.…

Digging

There was sun in Seattle! I jumped outside and dug for h o u r s. A neighbor, uprooting a rhodie, asked if I wanted it so there’s now a rhododendron in the front yard. I’m happy about this because a couple years ago Isabella discovered the plant through nature walks at school and called…

Tags

The kids have identical sets of markers in a nice carrying case. They’ve already had a few….ah…I’ll call them ‘disagreements’…about which case belongs to which child. I’ve decided to make tags for them out of shrinky dinks so each case will have its identifier and thus hopefully ending all arguments. Ok. I realize it won’t…

Collage Techniques

I tried out a few of the collage techniques I learned in class the other night. I tried one with paper, the other with wood. I washed the surfaces with color and allowed them to dry. The class I took was called ‘put a bird on it’ so I figured I’d try another bird. I…

Book

One interesting side effect of this year long creative pursuit is that I haven’t read a book, start to finish, since I began. Any spare moment I have from kids-life-work has been spent figuring out what artistic thing I would tackle. Recently the library notified me a book I’d put on hold was now waiting…

Collage

I took a collage class tonight and got some great techniques for further exploration. I can’t seem to organize my thoughts right now to get them down on paper but here’s the beginning that I started in class. I haven’t finished them and look forward to doing so.

Paint Stick

A couple months back I started grabbing a few paint stir sticks whenever I’d go into Fred Meyer. I wasn’t sure what I’d use them for but somewhere in the recesses of my brain a vision was forming and although I didn’t know yet what it would be at least I would be ready. And…

Compass Flower

Every year the kids have an open house at school. The kids practice what works they’d like to show on the days leading up to the event. Tonight Quinn got to show off his stuff first. And he showed everything he’d written down on his plan. 1. racks and tubes on paper 2. dicurian game…

Quote

My kiddos helped me briefly with my project today. I printed a quote from a laser printer and cut out each word placing them face down on the the plank. With an alcohol blending pen I colored the back of the paper and scratched back and forth until the ink transferred to the wood. I…

Process

  While attempting to clean up the backyard, going through the chaos of things left behind by the previous owner, I found these boards. They were crusted with dirt but the character underneath clearly came through. Saving them from the burning pile and grabbing a place in the sun I hand-sanded the pieces til they…

Odd Tangle

I have a paper punch that makes the shape below and can be folded into a tiny envelope. I punched one out and doodled on it using the interesting shape as my container. I like using different shaped paper sometimes cuz it helps to shake up my brain. The photo below is a scan of…

Heavy / Dragon

I’m enjoying a rare moment of quiet. I’m typing with my eyes closed and listening to life breath around me. The wind’s exhale makes the chimes hanging on my porch sing. The ticking of the clock on my wall reminds me of a heartbeat, two distinct and rhythmic beats. Traffic from the interstate whooshing in…

My Morning

My morning: Woke up at 6am with Isabella on my pillow, body wedged across mine and covers wrapped around her. After untangling myself I headed to the bathroom where I found one of the litter boxes turned on its side. I decided to deal with that later once I was more awake. Downstairs I bundled…

Seven

Tomorrow Isabella will be 7. Strangely enough she’s had some trepidation approaching this. We’ve had several conversations over the last couple of months, none of them beginning the same way but they’ve all ended with something like, “I don’t want to be 7.” She’s always been able to hold the world of possibilities in her…