There and Back, and Sidewalk Paint
Blogging has become really hard for me - I think it’s just the sweeping flow of life, and the fact that things don’t really feel like they settle down here (especially when there’s a class going) until midnight or later. Makes it tough to even form a coherent thought, let alone wax poetic when all I want is bed. And you know, tonight, all I want is bed, but I feel like I SHOULD be here writing down a few thoughts.
Left on Thursday morning for the Creative Photography Retreat, to teach photo editing. It was a really fun event, aside from the minor detail that I woke up on Saturday morning about 6 a.m. with an absolutely splitting headache, and puking my guts out. The weird part? This isn’t the first time I’ve had the headache + throwing up at an event. Last time was at CKU in Anaheim in 2007, but I felt better before class began that time. This time? I went to my first class, ran out three times. :( It was the worst. The third time, I knew I wouldn’t make it all the way back to the bathroom, so I ran outside and threw up in the bushes. That’s when I decided I probably wouldn’t make it through my 2nd class.
One of the other teachers filled in (thank you Nicole!) for my 2nd class and I went back to my room and slept. I rolled back down, feeling woozy but MUCH better, about 3 hours later, and taught the last two classes. Went back upstairs and crashed back out about 10:30 p.m.
Does that sound like a migraine? I don’t get headaches THAT bad very often - not puking bad - but wow, it was pretty much completely debilitating. And I know the Marriott loves me for throwing up on their flower bed, too. I am awesome.
Let’s see.. got home Sunday after a lovely Southwest flight out of Dallas, stopping in Little Rock, and on to Chicago (!), where I finally got on a plane that was actually heading EAST, and made it home by 5:30 p.m., SO glad to be back.
It’s pretty much the worst time of year around here - HOT and HUMID, and kind of unbearable from about 11 a.m. to about 7 p.m., when the mosquitos come out and it is death to go outside. LOL. But we do our best. This morning I got smart and took the kids to the park at 8:30, so we were done by 10:30 before it REALLY got hot.
We did come home this afternoon and do something really fun, though - while the kids were in the tub (for their “daytime bath” - something to pass the hot time of day), I stumbled on a blog post showing how to make sidewalk paint from cornstarch, water, and food coloring. With the long afternoon stretching ahead of us like an endless highway, we thought why not? Turns out it was awesome fun. :)
Turns out, I had this thing of cornstarch, and 3 (not 4, somehow we’re missing blue) tubes of food coloring, and a muffin tin big enough for each kid to get their own 6 paint trays.
Ok, and I had to stop and look at this photo for a minute - is this my small son? This boy is BIG! He’s completely lost those baby features in favor of a boy’s face. Handsome and heart-pulling all at the same time. Wow. Motherhood is an emotional web of complexity, and it seems like just when I feel like I’m finally getting hold of things, well, I enter Little Boyville all of a sudden. Weird. And also - notice that this one is left-handed… pretty proud of that fact, I must say, although I’m sure I had nothing to do with it.
Rowen immediately started with a pink heart. :) She is DEEP into the rainbows/clouds/ponies/Care Bears phase of life right now. All cuddly-soft paint-my-nails and draw-a-smiling-sunshine-on-every-picture girl, who informed us a few days ago that she no longer likes robots, because they aren’t soft. So, Wall-E out, hearts in.
Then moved on to her name.
Colors kind of mixed together here, but nobody cared.
Ele drew a loving rendition of the sun, which was beating down on us pretty harshly by this point.
This would be super cool fun for a playdate or a party as well, I think. And spray down the driveway, and done. :)
It was MUCH more washable than, say, the acrylic paint we’ve previously had all over the front porch, which was also a huge plus with this particular paint.
Let’s see, what else?
Oh! My tomatoes! HUGE! And one of them is almost ripe, we can’t believe it! We are standing guard over it whenever we’re outside, hoping the birds don’t get it. Or whatever the little beastie is that keeps digging mounds under our sideyard. Mole? Vole? I’d actually love to see it. And it can stay as long as the tomato does. Deal? Deal.
Getting ready to start another brand-new class on Monday called Brush*Abilities (still time to sign up, by the way! *wink*), and so looking forward to some working time Wed/Thur/Fri. All in balance. That’s the goal. It feels good to have some time at home, to play and clean and organize and declutter, and play. And it feels good to have some time that isn’t 1 a.m. to work. That little part of me knows that this phase of life with kids at home during the daytime will slip away all too soon into memory. Must savor and save. Relish and relive.
It’s been too long since I’ve spent time here. It feels good. :) I’ll be back soon - must post pics of Cass-Cat, of course. :) Reminded of that because she is tap-dancing on my keyboard trying to chase my fingers. :)