Mama RAJ’s traveling circus

Climbing out of the aptly sized Celica, we look like a band of clowns. It made sense, then, to take advantage of the face painting offered by our community Mother’s Day craft gathering and truly look the part.

And as usual, I was in awe of the exceptional ability of the chosen artist to transform vague generalities of “evil clown,” or “dramatic two faces” into identifiable masterpieces. I mean, I’ve bought face paint kits before under the misguided belief that I could paint a face just as easily as I can a paint on canvas, but never does my final product resemble my indended look.

It’s amazing to see the personalities of our children reflected in their masking choices. My youngest, the tiger, is a bundle of action, a pack leader, and a ferocious opponent of wits. He’s calculated. He’s agile. He’s bold. My eldest son is still searching for his identity. He’s working to re-establish himself in a new school environment and to secure his place in this new family unit. He’s not sure whether to succumb to the pulls of teenage independence or to continue being a dependant child. Frankly, he’s stuck in the incongruity of the expected and the desired and it is hard on all of us. My singular female sensation is a hormonal time bomb. She’s intelligent enough to dwell amongst older people and shares in their conversations with ease. She’s emotional (often) and has no idea what her feelings mean or their source from one moment to the next. And she is equal parts nurturer and narcissist. And like her baby brother, she is intuitive and makes plans. My five year old is shy. He’s lost his status as youngest and hasn’t figured out how to play big brother. So he hides. He silently observes. He ponders.

Texture Tuesday’s Double Shot

Texture Tuesday with a double dose, the remnants of a fresh sheep sheer aged to satisfaction with KK’s Chase and Oh My textures
I think I discovered what it means to be in sheeps’ clothing… and it’s really not hard to do.

You see, they sheer sheep from tummy to back, tummy to back, so that the entire coat of well-worn wool comes off in a giant sheep cloak. I’d be afraid to put it on immediately, considering the natural lanolin that covers the inner softness of this wardrobe, but it could be neat to parade in after a good washing. Or maybe it’d fall apart at that point? Or maybe I’m just weird to think it’d be fun to throw on a sheep’s clothing and march around? Yeah, it’s the latter. Definately. But… it might be fun even if it is an eccentric activity.

2011 End: a recap in mostly pictures

It was just shy of 7 pm and my dates for New Year’s Eve were looking quite tired. With all three accompanying me into 2012 being under 10, I’d collected assorted noisys to make the midnight madness a loud and exciting exclamation point on our 2011 fairwell.

And then something happened. The littles were nodding off on the short three miles drive from mom’n’dad’s to home. I made a mental note of this. I’m amazed that car rides confine a child enough to pacify their “if I stop moving, I’ll succumb to sleep” antics and provide much needed parental relief.

Inside our house, we quickly jumped into nighties and took inventory of our celebration goodies. Clackers? Yep, they work. Whirly-whistles? One dud, seven working screamers ready to go. Mardi Gras masks? A little odd, I know, but oh so cool. Any sense of anonymity encourages silliness and inhibitions.

But as the eldest watched the sun set and the darkness overtake the skies, she asked softly, “Mom, can you wake me up when it’s time?” What? I knew we’d be watching the clocks, but could my child – who prolongs night time rituals for hours to avoid sleeping at a reasonable time – konk out even before bedtime?


Happy New Year!!!

Painting up some decor

I feel like I have little excuse for the neglect I’ve served this page. But honestly, merging two households into one is a lot of work and we’ve yet to find a delicate balance that suits us well. The weekends have seen our children enjoying their perfect pairings – the littles with their train conducting and the biggers with their artistry seems to be the blend of choice right now.

Would you believe that when the kids put up our Christmas tree and decorated it (beautifully, while sharing a chair for reaching up high), I took not one photo? Not a single capture on Cam or Droid! Failure.

We’ve gotten a gingerbread village for the kids to put together and Ya has been wanting to do his “buhninja house” for some time. It’s penciled into next week’s calendar, for sure.

This week, though, I had this ridiculous desire to create our annual ornaments. I buy the kits on clearance at the end of season sales – perfect for non perishables, which paint, apparently, is not. Despite a minor setback of dried out color, Chi located her acrylics and the kids set to task.

The concentration on painting these wooden ornaments was intense. I suspect it had something to do with the terribly wide plastic brushes not giving flex the way natural bristles of artists’ brushes do. Chi has, it seems, misplaced her brushes in the hidden corners of the netherworld otherwise known as her bedroom. She did, however, manage to find one so that she could paint her ornaments. I wonder sometimes about her true motives. Each kid whipped through their painting projects completing three apiece before Chi completed her first. These were, I think, an opportunity to showcase her artist’s skills (and she knows quite well that every year they’ll be displayed on our tree).
She’s never had another artist in the house before, and Rico’s presence has gotten her back into her passion with renewed fervor. Santa, if you’re listening, both of my little creatives really want new supplies this year. They’ve been commissioned to create several pieces of wall art for our home.
As for my littles? No competition threatened just yet, but they did color some pretty impressive trains that are just calling for their photos to be placed inside as the conductors.

*Shared with Sweet Shot Tuesday, though next week’s project is far sweeter.

Silly Clowns

Life is sometimes just a little too serious… clownsSo every once in a while, we like to take a break from the sombre mood and enjoy a little clowning around. He’s got jokes, she’s got jokes. And Mama? Well, she’s laughing at her two little clowns and feeling the atmosphere lighten to a much more bearable setting.silly fireman It’s amazing what a little silly can do.

Shared with My3B Sweet Shot Tuesday and Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday. Last image uses KK’s “Phoebe” texture as well as “Ugg Love” (twice: once full color and once sepia toned and flipped) and a bit of Pure Photoshop‘s “Pure Haze” action set.

Mama’s {sweet} 4th Grade Diva

DIVA chi

Texture Tuesday

Texture Tuesday's theme is LOVE... and do I ever love this little lass. (Edited with two layers of KK's 'Fall In')

She told me today that she’s single:
her relationship fell victim to wandering eyes and cheating heart.
She’s not upset.
Young attraction – but not love.
It lasted ages in elementary romance realms.
She insists it was his cute, round face that made him appealing.
The girl he was caught flirting with?
Not interested.
And she, apparently, is not the lying type.
So boyfriend (who is still dreamy) was dropped like a call.
Unphased, baby girl is moving forward.
She’s only in Fourth Grade, afterall.
No need to be tied down.
[And hey, Mama’s a single gal, too.
So it can’t be all bad.]
Her focus? On school. On her art. On herself.
As it should be.
There’ll be plenty of other boys vyying for attention.
And she, my diva, will be wise enough to choose well.
She’s too valuable a treasure, too great a prize.
There are years of life ahead.
This break up is just one experience to toss into the folder,
and file away.

Also shared with Communal Global.

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