Dragging Myself out of the Insanity and into the Spirit

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. You can blame a new job that is sucking up a lot of my time, Christmas just around the corner and life. Just to give you a little sneak peek into the craziness, I have FOUR work (or old work) related holiday parties next week, one birthday party for a friend and one birthday dinner for my husband, a 50-60 hours work week and, of course, Christmas preparation which is something I won’t sacrifice. Bring on the weekend with the Christmas tree hunting/decorating.

Needless to say, it’s been quite a while since I’ve put my camera to good use – and the photos I did manage to take are still sitting on memory cards. That makes me incredibly nervous so I plan to rectify it over the next few days.

The upside to this schedule is that I will have two relatively party-free weeks before Christmas so I can focus on important things like food and gifts and hot chocolate and Christmas music on repeat. Thankfully, I also have two very excited boys who are well and truly in the spirit already. Happi the elf has finally made an appearance in our house (and moved positions on both nights!) and I even managed to hang my homemade advent calendar. (Day 1 was to read two Christmas books and tonight we drink Hot chocolate and listen to Christmas tunes). I need to keep reminding myself that these years of unbridled enthusiasm for the magic of Christmas are limited and we need to enjoy them while we can.

So, that was a very long-winded way of explaining why I have one photo to share today that’s a couple of months old, but that I hope to come back with something more festive soon. Capturing the season is an important contributor to my own Christmas Spirit.

Side note: Look at these guys. No personality at all. :)

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Cousins, Old and New

I am way behind on photo editing and, in fact, haven’t even pulled out my camera in a few weeks. Life has been busy as I embark on a new job and a new adventure but I hope to get back in the swing of daily photography again soon. I’m lacking inspiration and feel the need to read more photography books and walk around with my camera just to remind myself about why I love it so much. I know I’ll look back on this photography drought when I pull together our 2015 photobook and yearn for the photos that are missing. I can’t let that happen.

I’m going way back to April for this post when a new cousin (and another, more familiar one) came to visit. While they only stayed for a few days, I managed to squeeze in a lot of baby snuggling time – even taking a nap while he lay on my chest. I know a lot of people don’t enjoy the new baby months with the feeding and the crying and the sleep deprivation. I choose to remember the cuddles and the way my babies moulded with my body in a way that rarely happens with a squirmy toddler or boy. I’m so grateful for this short time with Max during peak-snuggle time so I could experience it once more.

The boys appreciated time to bond with their new cousin and share more playtime with Charlie. While it had been four months since we’d seen them in Australia, they managed to pick up right where they left off.

I think I caught these two in the middle of some sort of mischief.

Ten

We’re there.

Today we hit double digits.

And suddenly I find myself remembering when I turned 10 and how excited I was to finally be in the double digits. And then I think that if I can remember something from 30 years ago, then my child is currently storing up all of his nine and ten year old experiences into a vault in the back of his mind that he may or may not decide to retrieve when he’s forty. And suddenly the experiences seem more important and the lessons we teach more critical and, before I know it, this whole parenting thing enters a new phase.

Phew! Ten is rough for parents – but also so, so rewarding. There’s a lot of letting go while trying to hold on at the same time. A lot of deep conversations about worries and conflict and how I can help him manage the thoughts in his head. I find myself having to fake being wise on a daily basis and, because he’s my first-born, Thomas is the first recipient of all of this “wisdom”. Cue the mummy guilt.

But the reward is that I am watching this little boy turn into a little man and I can try to take a little bit of credit for the great kid he has turned out to be.

At ten, Thomas is:

  • Sensitive – easily hurt but also quick to understand the hurt in others.
  • A reader – to the point where I often have to say “don’t read while you’re walking.” He received three new books for his birthday yesterday and had almost finished them all before bedtime.
  • A good team mate – Soccer is still his favorite pass time and this year he will play in a competitive league for the first time with some of his best friends. I predict a lot of lessons about playing fair, managing disappointment and being a good-sported winner.
  • A great big brother – the sort who will often advise his brother on the best way to get out of trouble “just apologize, Samuel!’, and will share his brand new birthday presents as soon as they’re out of the box. They also share all of their money.
  • A thinker – we have a lot of conversations about the thoughts floating around in his brain, especially right before bed time. These negative thoughts hinder sleep so we work together to come up with a list of good thoughts to replace them. Last night it was imagining what a Calvin and Hobbes TV show would look like. The mind of a 10 year old is always working.
  • Simply a great kid – We’re so, so proud of him. Sure, he’s not perfect (not many of us are ;)) but his intentions are good and he always tries his hardest. Above all, though, he has a good heart. There’s not much else that you can wish for your child.

Happy 10th birthday, Thomas! We love you so much.