Monday, March 18, 2013

A moment in my day


This afternoon I decided to go out to pick up two items at two different stores. This was going to be a quick outing and something my son and I have done many times before. As we were standing in line at the tile to purchase the first item on our list. My almost 3 year old son did something he hasn’t done before and it scared me. My sweet curious boy bolted, he ran like he was being chased. My son who loves to play and cuddle with mom and dad he ran from our spot inline. I had a moment to react I left the money and laundry soap on the counter and ran after my son. Fortunately I was quickly able to catch him despite the fact that he was sprinting around corners and agile like a jack rabbit. I caught him and scooped him up in my arms. I gave him a kiss and quietly told him that we don’t run away from mom and dad in the store. I returned to our spot inline and paid for our purchase needing to fish out more coins from my pocket. My wiggly son at my feet ready to run some more.

I know this game of chase lasted less then thirty seconds yet the bright colours of the store and my son just in front of my is etched in my mind and I still have a slight butterfly in my stomach. When we got to the car I quietly spoke to my son again repeating that we don’t run from mom and dad in the store and his response was that he was playing a funny game. My sweet innocent son saw no harm in running in that moment. He loves to run and I think we may head outside into the early spring sun and cool wind and do just that.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Between My Ears (volume 2)


As I put my son to bed I was planning out this blog post after he was asleep I opened up Windows Live Writer and added the heading for the blog post. Then I hoped over to Facebook and Google reader to procrastinate on typing what I had planned out.

Really the title of the blog post means that I am going to do a “brain dump” of all the things that are going on in my mind. I would like to think that I am a great writer and my thoughts are cohesive and are  a wonderful read. I can dream right?

I have had some health issues off and on for almost two years. I have seen my family doctor and a couple specialists and have had numerous tests all with out a diagnosis or answers to what is going on. Over the last three weeks I have had a raised, red angry and often weeping rash. On my face, neck, hand and leg. It is extremely itchy and uncomfortable. The only relief is using a topical steroid cream which comes with its own limitations. It has now been suggested that I see an allergist in another city and that will take several months before an appointment time is available. My other options are oral drugs which I am not enthused over at all. I am physically on the mend today although continue to feel frustrated and disappointed that my situation has not found a healthy resolution.

(ooops got distracted and checked on Facebook)

In February I achieved a long term goal of my art being accepted into more local shops. As of today I am now supplying 4 shops with my boxes and pens. I have sold 6 boxes and 3 pens that I am aware of. Sadly my muse has gone on holiday and I am lacking motivation and inspiration to create more items. I am feeling pressure instead of encouragement to create. I will need to move past that very soon and get creating. I am thrilled my boxes and pens are selling yet I am shocked as it has taken a few years to get to this point and now that I am there the realization that I have obligations to fill with my art is stifling the creativity. At the moment I am tired of my flowers and starfish and am yearning for a new theme and design. I have spent time browsing online for inspiration and am still searching.

My son is quickly growing towards his 3rd birthday in May. Time has truly flown by. There are moments when he still seems like my wee baby but most of the time he is a fast moving wee boy who loves to run, twirl and play with his cars, trucks and trains. He hardly sits still long enough to eat and at the end of the day is so tired he quickly falls asleep with out thought of what is come in the morning. I think that is the real meaning of “sleeping like a baby.”