Gavin is at such a cute age. I was hanging out with him in the living room one day while Cara was getting ready and he kept running over to the hallway and yelling "Mamma! Mamma!" after Cara. I would successfully distract him for a few minutes, then he would lose interest and sneak away to yell for her some more. I can't wait for Rowan to call me Mama, all in due time I suppose. I had a hard time picking my favorite of Cara and Gavin, but I think one captures the joy of a 14 month old best.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
One of my oldest friends came to visit recently. Cara and I have been friends since grade school; something like 20 years now! Her youngest son Gavin is 7 months older than Rowan. We sat them down together for a little photo shoot and the results are pretty hilarious. I had a hard time choosing one as they are each quirky in their own unique way. This particular one made Ian and I laugh the longest and hardest. They make such cute little buddies; from old friends come new friends!
I couldn't resist, a few more outtakes...
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Growing up I often wondered where I came from, where I fit in. As a strong willed/self indulgent/myopic teenager I felt my creativity and wanderlust were completely out of place and unique in my family. In the years since, I have come to know my parents as people. When I learned of my maternal grandmother's travels my desire to travel became a family legacy instead of a freakish urge. My father and I have always been alike; we are calm, reserved, steady yet questioning. In recent years he began writing poetry and I realized that we share something beyond personality traits; the desire to create.
During a summer in Ireland I attended an art exhibition; The Fantastic in Irish Art. One of the artists believed that the Irish were an inherently spiritual and creative people. I loved this idea and thought about my own creative wellspring being connected to this deep and vast aquifer; an aquifer my father's well pulls from too.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
I usually read to Rowan before naps and bedtime. He seems to enjoy it unless he is overtired and cranky. We both have our favorites- he likes In My Den with a little bear cub that I move around while reading to him. I like one called My Mother is Mine. It is illustrated with soft pastel drawings of animal mothers and babies and describes a mother:
My mother is soft
My mother is strong
My mother watches me long and long
My mother is pretty
My mother is brave
My mother still loves me when I misbehave
I hope Rowan will one day think such things of me. It is very likely he will think these thoughts as a child, but what will he think when he is an adult?
I recently asked my mother to sit for some portraits which made her squirm in discomfort. She hates photographs of herself, though I am not sure why. I think she is beautiful. I also think she is forgiving and amazingly strong. In crisis or tough times I am glad my mother is mine.