Friday, 30 March 2012

poo

Having two babies, naturally I have a lot of time to hone my diaper changing skills.

This is delightful!

 I mean, it's gross and stinky and sometimes fills up an entire diaper so that wrapped up it's like a soft, odorous  bomb.  Along with this, there's the obligatory struggling of a baby anxious to be moving around.  And getting away from the cold wet cloth on their tender little bum.

So it usually ends up looking like this:

That is fine.  I hardly notice the struggling.  It's all part of the unpleasant process.

What's infuriating is when the baby decides to be cute.


There they are, with rotten, sulphurous poo in a sticky film all over their butt, and they are cooing and smiling and gurgling happily.  They are so cute it is impossible to be irritated.

 It's like they know what they are putting you through and they are filled with delight at the idea.  It is positively rude.

I am going to bed now.  But here is the latest portrait I've done.  It's so much fun!


Thursday, 29 March 2012

Perspective Back, and a Free Portrait!

It literally took me a second of talking to Ben to gain my perspective back.  I mean, we knew for a while now that some people thought Owen was autistic.  It doesn't matter to us.  They see somebody who has limits--we see somebody who has endless potential.  Ben and I talked a while ago and decided that we would never look at Owen as somebody who is handicapped in some way, but rather think, talk and act as if he could do anything.

Even though I told the lady who was testing Owen that it didn't matter to me what he was, she still acted as if it was a big deal.  She was very nice, but she kept saying that maybe I should take some time before going home, take a walk, get used to the idea.  That didn't appeal to me at all. That would be acting as if something were wrong and that I had something to mourn.  I didn't want Owen to think that something was the matter.  And I don't have anything to mourn.  I still have a healthy beautiful boy who has crazy long eyelashes and an insatiable talent for fun and imagination.  He has a wonderful life ahead in which he'll grow up to be a good man.  His brain works differently than 'normal' or 'average' children, but why do I have to see that as bad?  I could even go so far as to say it is good.  And anyways, he is so young and there are so many things we as parents can do to help him learn and grow and develop.

Anyways, to move on, rather abruptly...

I've been wanting to add watercolour portraits as an example for my 'custom portraits' section of my shop.  Problem is, I don't really have an example of one.  So I kind of just grabbed a random picture off the internet that appealed to me and painted it as an example.


It is not the best example, I did it kind of quickly--not to mention, it is a little creepy.  I mean, I don't even know the girl.  What if (on the off chance) she actually one day stumbles upon my etsy shop and sees a picture of herself there??  I know the odds aren't good, but still! Crazier things have happened.

So I came up with this idea.  The first person who comments (who wants one) I will paint a watercolour portrait for them for free in exchange for using it as an example on my shop.  Sound good?

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Owen my Beautiful Boy


I just got back from Owen's official assessment by Interior Health Canada. I had to go by myself because Ben worked a graveyard last night. I dropped Angus off to be with his grandpa and Owen and I went.  It was long and arduous but the long and short of it is, he is now formally diagnosed with Autism.

I mean, I was prepared. I knew that that was probably what they were going to say.  And it doesn't change how I feel about my wonderful beautiful boy.  And yet it feels as if somebody with heavy boots kicked me in the stomach, hard.

I normally wouldn't write about this sort of thing on my blog, but I am alone and I feel it pressing on me and I had to talk to somebody about it, even if it's just a faceless internet page.  The person I really want to talk to right now is Ben, but he is sleeping.

Anyways, speaking of my children, they call...

Friday, 23 March 2012

Watercolours and What my Day looks Like

I went out and bought some new watercolours the other day and tonight I tried my hand at them by practising a few portraits.  I LOVE watercolour. It's SO FUN.  I may even devote most of my time to watercolours from now on.

Here's a sketch of what is supposed to be Regina Spektor who I think has a great look.


Lately, even though the ground is still frozen and our driveway is a solid sheet of ice and it occasionally still snows, I have been taking the kids on daily outings.  I just can't stand being cooped up any more.  I mean, it can be cozy, but enough is enough, especially when you've got two babies who have cabin fever! Right? I mean are you with me ladies?

We go to Scout Island, one of my favourite places in Williams Lake.  It's all wild-blown yellow grass, rolling hills, swamps, wooden board walks and bridges, and blue blue water.  They love it, although admittedly all Angus wants to do is go up and down all the stairs he can find.



I love watching Angus toddle along in his oversized coat with his short little legs sticking out taking choppy little steps.

Speaking of Angus, look at this! SO CUTE:



This is my kid's favourite time of day--snack time.  They will come running from anywhere in the house, dropping whatever they are doing for those two magic words.


Anyways, I need sleep.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

The 'Grunt and Heave'

Angus has always been a cuddly baby.  He is the baby that lets you just hold him and he just snuggles in and is still.  (Owen would always squirm, wanting to face outwards and see the world).  I love this about Angus.  Or should I say 'loved'.

Because recently he has developed what Ben and I call the 'grunt and heave'. He is so desperate to be on the ground, free to run around and follow his big brother, that he doesn't even let me pick him up, let alone snuggle with me.  sniff sniff.

The grunt and heave is at it's most desperate and pronounced when taking Angus from the car, and it goes a little like this:
take baby out of car seat.  straighten up. feel baby's entire weight heaving onto your arm (said baby grunting with the physical effort).




Actually it's so funny and cute that I laugh every time he does it, even as it makes me a little sad at the same time.




Here is a quick little sketch I did, trying out a new style, what do you think?


Lately I have been doing a lot of painting.  The custom portraits from my etsy shop seem to be my most popular item.  I've been working on a few as well as some other stuff, and that's why I haven't been posting much.  I'll post pictures of the one I'm working on now--I'm really liking how it's turning out.

Also, Ben and I devote much of our time to playing Super Mario World.

Also, I bought some fake eyelashes because they are fun to wear to fancy occasions.

Oh.  And even though no one voted for it, I have decided on the semifreddo.  The white chocolate cheesecake sandwiched between chocolate crumb crust layers, semi-chilled, sounded just right to me.  Meh. Sometimes that's what votes are good for, to help you know what you DON'T want, eh?

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Alela Diane, Charcoal and Birthday Cake

A post has been long overdue...but I have been busy going on the computer and wasting time.  So it's not as if you can blame me.

In two days (the 6th of March) Ben and I will have been married for four years.  Everyone laughs at me when I say 'it feels longer' but you know, it doesn't feel longer because it's been an arduous, hard few years of it, but rather because it feels like I've always been with him and we have always been married.

Anyways, nuff mush.  I have been using CHARCOAL lately and I love it.  I would even go so far as to say charcoal is my favourite.  I have done more other than these, but they are on a diff camera so deal with it, a'ight?


Angus:


Owen:

After almost two years of only drawing from my head, I am starting to copy images again.  But when I do, I try to infuse some of my own style into it.  I don't want it to be a plain ol' lifeless copy.  But it is kind of a difficile thing to do and I am still cementing my style down, so there is a lot of experimenting.  This next one is supposed to be Alela Diane, who I loved ever since I heard this song.  I used charcoal and acrylics on plain printer paper because that's all I had and plus it was just an exercise and I didn't want to use canvas.

I think she is beautiful.



On a subject other than art, Ben and I take Owen to the Child Development Centre every week, and on one visit they gave us some songs and activities that could help him (and Angus) develop the baby things that they need to develop.

One of which was 'roly roly poly'.

Which Angus loves.

A lot.

And he sits his chubby butt down in one of our laps and refuses to budge until his little baby heart is satisfied.
 
Which is never.


Now for perhaps the most important portion of today's post.  It is that time of year again.  It is time for me to pick my birthday cake. (I realize my birthday isn't until April, but this is a big decision that warrants a lot of attention).

As most of you know, every year on my birthday it is a tradition for Ben to make me a cake of my choice.  The first year he (and other fub) spent hours working on making the delicate 'white chocolate truffle cake' I had selected, staying up  past midnight.  And then a few hours later I went into labour and we drove into town and I had a baby (on my birthday, for anyone that does not know this pertinent information).  Later on, when everything had stilled and I was resting and warm and content, Amy brought the cake in.  We were so excited to try it, we had so much to celebrate--the cake looked perfect, it WAS perfect--it was creamy and moist--except that the whole thing was infused inexplicably with garlic.

The next year, he made a divine chocolate mousse cake, it was creamy and rich and perfect.

The next year I had no cake because Angus was a small babe and he had thrush which if you don't know hurts the nips like a scalding iron when he breastfeeds, so I was on an anti-candida diet which cuts all the fun and yumminess out of eating.  Or I guess it was his allergies to a possibility of wheat, dairy, nuts, and soy that cut all the fun from my diet.  Either way, no cake.

The next year is this year.  Another chance for yummy cake.

Here are this year's contenders:


1) Caramel Truffle Pie (chocolate crumb/pecan crust, smooth caramel, and a rich chocolate/cream filling)


2) Chocolate Mousse Pie (a dense flourless cake with chocolate cream topping and chocolate pie crust)


3) Double Decker Pie (this is a cheesecake)


4)Semifreddo (cream cheese/whipped cream sandwiched between chocolate crumb crust layers)


5)White Chocolate Orange Chil (an Orange Cream/White Chocolate semi-frozen filling over chocolate crumb crust)


Would you mind helping a girl out by casting your vote?  I simply can't decide.



I found a camera today that was missing since we moved back in October.  Found these pics of me and Angus at our old place.  He's such a darling.  I love him.