Ballet

Yesterday was Little Sis' first ballet class. In all honesty, she was pretty excited, especially about her hot pink leotard . . . but I was the most enthusiastic. The pink, princess girl stuff snuck up on me! When I was pregnant with Sis, I told friends and family that we were avoiding pink. I hoped to avoid the whole Disney stage. Oh vain, vain hope. (Though I think its a personal triumph that we currently do not own any princess videos or costumes. Knock on wood). 
Last week the whole family took a trip to Target to purchase the dance uniform. I've never had to look for such items. I honestly didn't know where to start. My growing up years shunned any form of dance. There were no school or church dances or proms. We had banquets instead. Ok, once, I had a boyfriend in college who was raised in a different faith who danced. He tried to teach me but I was all stiff with self-consienceness. (But I secretly believe that I'd be a great dancer and regularly rock out when no one is looking). 
Target was not my proudest parenting moment. We all stood in front of the single display of little girl dance costumes. Miss Sis had fixated on the hot pink number you see in the pictures but I was equally fixated and nearly as adamant that a light pink leotard with a sweet little skirt was the better option. I had a vision of what she'd look like in the fabulous pictures I'd take of her a she pirouetted about the room. It was not to be -- despite begging and bribery and the added attempts of daddy and Big D. 
Ultimately, the jokes on me. When we arrived at the rec department classroom, the electricity was out in the basement classroom. Fortunately, large windows let in plenty of light for dancing but not so much for action shots. Then the instructor, who was fantastic with the girls, informed all the doting mamas and papas that we'd be welcome only at the first and last class . . . darn it! Missed photo opportunities. 
What pictures I took that weren't hopelessly blurred were taken at a too slow shutter speed and while trying to be unobtrusive. Sis loved the class -- she sang (without music), leaped, held hands with other little girls and generally had a wonderful time. I'm planning some stealth photography through the classroom windows. That's not wrong, right? 

On the subject of cameras and lens options. I was frustrated to realize that the Nikon D60 does not have a built in auto focus -- its in the lens instead. What?! Purchasing additional lens is looking a little pricey for this amateur photographer. What are your thoughts? Should I sale my camera and go with a model that allows more flexibility in lens selection? Ultimately could be far less expensive than buying individual lens. A salesman told me that he thought I could learn how to auto focus some of the prime lens -- fast enough to catch my moving little targets? Hmm. Not feeling that confident. 

When hubby bought me the camera this past winter, it was spur of the moment and without much research. Neither he or I knew what I'd want or need. Photography was a brand new, growing interest of mine. It's been only 8 or so months since I started down this path and I'm hooked. I'm also really clear that I do not have any professional or money-making aspirations. This is all about having a creative outlet -- self-expression. I can do that with the camera I have. But I have lens envy. Tell me, what would you do? :) 

Fall is at the Door

Fall is standing at the door, peering in on dancing toes -- anxious to make an entrance. The trees are beginning to turn and the evening air is crisp. We had plans to sand the deck and invited hubby's parents up for the weekend to help with the project. Wouldn't you know it, after a week of clear, warm weather, it rained most of Saturday. After naps, we decided to head out into the cloudy afternoon to see the newly opened Africa exhibit at the zoo. I love big cats and our zoo now has two lions! But alas, the zoo is on winter hours and closed just minutes before we arrived.  Confound it. Instead, we took the grandparents on a tour of Forest Park and snapped pictures along the way. 
All was not lost -- on Sunday morning, Summer pushed back on the encroaching Fall and we got most of the deck sanded. Now the race is on to see whether we can treat the wood before the rain and damp start in earnest. 
In all, it was a good and productive weekend. I joined forces with hubby and father-in-law and ran the sanders for a good part of the afternoon. Now, of course, I can feel every conceivable muscle on the right side of my body. Who knew that your abs would get such a work out with a belt sander! In the midst of the dusty mess in the backyard, still got most of the laundry folded and a good chunk out of The Lost Symbol read (i.e. new book by Dan Brown). 

Nothing profound today. Used up all my quality brain power over the weekend. Deep thoughts will have to come later - perhaps when the lactic acid goes its merry way. 

How to spend a lazy Friday morning -- when you shouldn't!

Woke this morning dragging bum and wishing that I could stay curled in bed with a book . . . but alas, Big D had homework to complete, Sis was grumpy and I was parent on deck. Fridays are the catch up and get ahead days around here. When I was growing up, Friday was called "preparation day."  Household cleaning and grocery shopping and meal prep all got done, or started, before sundown on Friday in readiness for the Sabbath. And we all had our specific contributions -- the older my sister and I were, the more we did to get the house ready. My tots are too small to be of much help. Its feels like an accomplishment that both of them make their beds and put their laundry in the hamper. 
But this entry is about how not to get things done on a lazy Friday morning. You start by sitting down for breakfast in your pj's, plan a few fun but unnecessary errands, drop off the Big Boy and when you return home, pour another cup of coffee and play with creating vignette effects. This may require letting the little one watch PBS and ignoring the stack of dishes on the counter. You'll get to it, eventually. 

If you've been hanging around here lone, you've probably seen this pics in an unaltered state a month of so back. Today I made the colors "pop" and then followed the step-by-step instructions from Coffee Shop for creating a vignette. Fun! I think I may want to go back and deepen the edges. What do you think?

What's Your Play #63

Big week for growing up my photo-editing skills! Learned how to use some actions from Coffee Shop and once I ask my sweet friend for permission, and assuming she'll grant it:), I'll post the results! Getting more comfortable with layers and effects and just "stuff." This attempt at What's Your Play wasn't completely satisfying for me. Got stuck on how to control the background layer and finally gave up. So let's see. What did I do with it? Cropped, played with levels, contrast, added a texture and a clipping mask . . . I should probably take notes so that I can remember! Once I flatten the sucker, all those details fly out of my short term memory. 
Here's the original . . . beautiful horse. 

We had a little drama at our house this morning. My insides are still a bit like jelly, in fact. Sis was laughing while chewing on her vitamin tablet and she started to choke. It was terrifying! I was a lifeguard for years in high school and college. I used to pride myself on quick acting in the face of an emergency. Something different happens to me when its my children. The adrenaline, the fear, the dreamlike sense that I can't organize my body fast enough to stop this awful things from happening. It was probably just seconds but in that time, I had already imagined the worst.  She wasn't breathing or gasping, her face was red . . . By the time I had her out of her seat and my hands fumbling to find the right place for the Heimlich, she was fine. Thank God my husband was thinking clearly 'cause I'm not sure I would have noticed that the tablet had popped back on her tongue without him telling me. So we all had a bit of a cry and then resumed breakfast as usual. 

It's the last day of the work week! Looking forward to breaking in Dan Brown's new book and spending some time on Christmas photo projects. I'd love to have a head start on gifts this year. 

Soccer: It Begins!

This past Friday was Big D's first soccer game of the season. And it was a double-hitter folks -- not to mix sports or anything. You might remember that last season found my little monkey hanging off the goal posts and staring obliviously about the field while the ball practically bounced off his shins. Things didn't seem so different at first this year . . . 
I watched, slightly amused and a little horrified, while my son tangled himself up in the net and chest-bumped his buddies and was generally checked out. It's an interesting struggle for me on the sidelines. I don't want to be an obnoxious parent, hollering and armchair coaching. I LOVE sports and playing them and I want my son to enjoy them, too. But he's 6. Be patient, mom. Anyway, somewhere towards the end of game one, he actually kicked the ball. In the right direction. And he was on fire!
Suddenly my lackadaisical boy was shouting at the coach from the sidelines, "Coach, can I get back in the game?" He was cheering his buddies on, watching the ball and excited to play more, more, more. Apparently, he had not really understood the point of practices (running and drills, oh my) and expected games to be similar. It was literally as if the light had gone on and the whole point of the game became clear . . . 

Each day after school, we've started the habit of asking Big D to share his 5 favorite things about the day. This week, it's been "thinking about soccer" among other things. He woke this morning asking if today was practice. No, my lad. Tomorrow. And I'm so glad you are having fun!

Leaving on a Jet Plane . . . la, la, la, etc.

It's been a busy couple of weeks and I feel as if I could board this little toy plane, never mind that it looks as if its seen better days, and fly far, far away. Nothing outstanding on my mind. Just life and its messiness. Kids feeling their oats, relationships in flux, a house that refuses to stay picked up, tug-of-war between summer and fall and a general exhaustion that can't be fixed by a solid night's sleep 'cause my brain won't shush up! You've been there, right? 

In the slightly humorous column of this week's ledger of "stuff" -- I went to see the allergist to rule out food allergies in relation to IBS symptoms. I was advised to go off Zyrtec for 5 days in prep for testing. No one told me that cold turkey off an antihistamine will cause INTENSE itching. Everywhere. I'm lucky I'm not bald after the scratching and rubbing my scalp has received in the last three days. And the kicker, it'll likely be all for naught and the test will be negative and I'll be back to apparently senseless stomach "issues." UGH. For those of you more astute observers, you're probably scratching your head, thinking that surely I could have put 2 and 2 together a few weeks back when ONE day off Zyrtec resulted in an embarrassing itching problem while running.  Yes. Well. Moving on.

When I was a kid, my sister and I fought like most siblings do. That is to say savagely and without mercy. And I remember this particular incident when I wanted to convey as clearly as possible my desire to leave her behind and launched into what I knew of the song at the time . . . which was just the leaving part! Of course, she didn't get it. She was like 6. Neither one of us would have understood the irony at the time.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

My two can't seem to decide if they're going to be inseparable or destroy each other. I remember those days with my sister well and now, my sister and I are closer. Brought on by motherhood and a grown up understanding of how all family's have some dysfunction. All siblings want to jump a plane and not look back at one time or another. Perhaps it would be fair to say that we all have the desire at times to sever ties -- with family, friends, society, employers -- but the really meaningful relationships, we pine and stew over. Come back to. Invest in. Relish. And when we finally have to say goodbye, mourn. 

My grandmother is ill and I've been thinking about when I should make the trip north to see her. Say goodbye. When my grandfather passed a year and a half ago, I didn't have the chance. I tried to speak with him by phone but he became agitated and my mother, who was with him in the hospital, thought it was best to try again later. Later didn't happen. Ah, this is harder than I thought. So many conflicted and sad feelings. 

And I thought I had nothing to say! I'll return on a lighter note. Off to pick up the Big Boy and then to the park. 

Belated First Day of School

Quick and dirty of the Big D's first week in first grade--

Me: "Are you ready for me to go?"

Big D: "Yes. Go away, birdie [reference to Bug's Life]."

This followed by a slight push away with his hand. Wow, plop a 6 yr old in a classroom with other little 6 and 7 yr old boys and suddenly mom is expendable. When did that happen? I was prepared for the whole "ew, yuck. Don't kiss me in front of the kids" thing in junior high. But now? My mommy heart broke. 

Since that first awkward morning of getting acquainted or re-acquainted with his buddies, he has sweetened up. Giving me little sneaky side hugs before pushing me out the doors!

Soccer starts this Friday -- fun pics for mama:)