Thursday, August 27, 2009

Settling Into Preschool

The first day of preschool didn't go so well if you count potty accidents--two of them! On the second day of preschool she had one accident. Over the weekend, Beth took a giant step backwards in the potty world and I promptly called Miss Elaine to say "I have to stop taking her to preschool!" Well, Miss Elaine called me on Monday to calm me down and promised that the teachers would give Beth a few extra trips to the bathroom during the day.

Now, I have to admit that I am actually looking for a reason to give in and keep her home. To deny my unwillingness to let her grow up would be remiss. I have been a goofy wreck all off last week. Can you guess how Beth did on her third day at preschool? Yep. Not one accident the entire day! Today is day four and we'll see how she does.

One thing is sure. She loves preschool. I have been taking her to school in the bike trailer. The entire time she is back there asking when we will get to the "the heart house." (The school has little hearts cut into the shutters). In fact, while I struggled to get Beth out of the trailer fast enough, other moms were carrying crying children into school. Beth walked up the walkway waving "Bye, mom!" and a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Other kids clung to mommy's legs. Beth opened the door and darn near shut it in my face!

Guess who is and who isn't growing up...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

My Friend Bob


I just can't resist it any longer...I had the good fortune to meet a talented artist many years ago while I consulted for a Austin, Texas based book publisher. Bob Bretz was the head of graphic design for the company. Over the years, I got to know him very well because as the PR person, I had constantly ask him and his team to produce images or send them to magazines when a story was hitting.

In this time period, I learned that he is also a Fine Artist -- and I say that with all reverence...A trained fine artist with excellent educational credentials to boot. Through the last 7 years, I have watched his work blossom and he recently left the corporate world so that he (and his equally talented wife) could paint full time.

This image is from his Simpler Times series and I am thoroughly in love with the optimism and colors in the entire series. I purchase a few of the images as notecards so that I can share them with friends. I also purchased two paintings (one from Bob and one from Marie) that are now proudly displayed in my home. As you would expect knowing our history with Beth, many of his paintings move me to tears. When I have enough strength one day, there is one in particular I would like to purchase...

But back to the fun stuff...
Bob is also donating his time in creating the graphics for an upcoming NICU fundraising event (more on that later). Anyway, I want to help promote Bob's work in anyway I can thus my reason for showing one of his works and his URL here. www.paintallnightstudios.com Bob's site links directly to a nifty art site called ETSY where artists promote and sell their works. It is a great way to support artists and have the chance to see wonderful talent.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

First Day at Preschool

Okay! I admit it. I am NOT okay with Beth going to preschool! There is so much wrapped up in this that I would rather avoid. Sure, she is cute in her blue backpack. Sure, she is ready--begging for more interaction with friends. Sure, she needs someone to challenge her and get her on the road to an early education. But what about me??

I'm not ready to see my baby go off to school! I'm not ready to give up my precious two days per week of time with her. I'm not sure I can handle that someday she will be driving a car!

It isn't really this normal things that are hardest. Seeing Beth at preschool, especially this preschool is too much for me. These are the wonderful folks who kept it all together for Elliott when all hell broke loose three years ago. He kept going to this same school while I and then Beth, fought our ways through nearly six months of hospitalization. The teachers comforted Mike and my mother who valiantly kept stability in place for our young, lovable son.

Elliott sat on that very seat and cried with me when I was finally strong enough to take him to school. He was so afraid I would leave him again that he couldn't let go once I finally had returned home from the hospital. The teachers cried with me on the first day they saw Beth, healthy and happily snuggled in my arms.

So many memories, such wonderful people. One of the school teachers, Ms. Alicia, called me yesterday to say she cried when she saw Beth in class with all the kids. In her Texas twang, she told me, "We'll be EXTRA careful with your little girl!" I told her it isn't Beth who needs the extra care...it's me. Our little girl is going to be just fine.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Elliott's Girlfriends


This is a photo of Elliott lined up for his first day of second grade. Imagine how happy he was to see his two favorite girls in the same class! One of this young ladies has already told her father that she is going to date Elliott when he is 16.

We have to wish his teacher good luck because she has a doozy of a class. There are just 22 students but that group contains six crazy boys! In fact, there was a general understanding with Elliott's first grade teacher that Elliott should not be sharing second grade with one of his best friends. Well, budget cuts made it impossible to avoid placing Elliott and his buddy together. Perhaps now that his two girlfriends are in class, he might exhibit better behavior? ...probably not.

Wish us luck!