Moments to Treasure from the Week

Not much knitting or anything done this week.  I mainly spent the week trying to meet a deadline, resulting in CG watching approximately four hours of Mickey on Thursday. To make up for it, we spent basically the entire day at the park on Friday.  This morning we had a photo shoot with Stephanie and discussed a possible second photographer role for me in her growing business.  I enjoyed our session and her company, she's a very cool kind of person.  I'm looking into investing in a used DSLR camera and  selling off my 35mm film cameras, with a promise to myself to buy an old Canon AE-1 (my very first camera which was stolen from me in Tucson) when I have the money and a darkroom.  I love digital, but nothing beats the feel of film, or the smell of a darkroom for that matter.  Anyone have any ideas where I can pick up a good used DSLR, preferably not a $2,000.00 one?

Simply Ten Good Things*

Dyeing eggs, for Easter deviled eggs
Beginning our own family traditions
A chocolate bunny
The excitement of Easter morning
A new handknit sweater
That sweet neck
That suit, oh I love that suit...!
Mama made toys and fresh flowers
Birds singing
Trees leafing out...

There's nothing quite like a list of ten lovely things to start out the week, especially on such a grey and rainy day. It grounds me in the now and reminds me of all the good I have in my life, despite the hardships coming.  Have a happy Monday!



*Inspired by Soulemama, though not nearly as lovely as hers.

Two

Connor is now two, two, TWO!!  When did this happen?  When did my baby become a boy? This past year has been so amazing.  He went from a little baby with a funny crawl to a boy that runs and climbs and goes down the slide all by himself.  He tells me "Connor's turn, mama"  when he wants a sip of my drink or to talk on the phone.  He climbs everything, knows his colors and even helps feed the dogs and make dinner.  My baby's a big boy, and I couldn't be prouder.

Then and now

The New Year

This is it, the New Year, the year in which we all change something.  Swear to ourselves that this year will be different, this year we will be better, this year we will do better for ourselves, our loved ones, our pets.  This year we will set and maintain goals, we will be more fun, more spontaneous, more exciting, more responsible, more, more, more...

That's something isn't it?  These broad promises we make to ourselves and then break and then torture ourselves over breaking them. We set ourselves up for disappointment, we think "Surely I must be able to keep these five, ten, eighteen promises to myself...There is soo much time in a year!  Certainly 365 days is plenty of time to do everything?"  I tell you this, after a disappointing year of breaking all my resolutions, this year I only hope. 

This year I hope will be better than the last.  This year I hope to do things for myself that I normally don't do...this year I hope to make more and do more.  This year I hope I can speak up when I am upset, rather than bite my tongue for fear of hurting the feelings of others.  This year I hope I can live more gently and thoughtfully, spend more time with my family, and find a way to make it all work.  This year I hope I can help people better understand me and I hope I can be clear when expressing myself.  This year I hope I can let go of resentment and jealousy and live happily within my own life with my own limitations. 

Most of all, this year I hope Ryan gets what he wants so that he can be happy and my that little boy (no longer a baby but a toddler, a boy) continues to grow and thrive and be healthy and happy.


Happy New Year to you, my wish is that you can realize at least some of your hopes for this new year.