Life Unshelved: October 2011

I am burnt out, consumed by the immediate present. Lack of oxygen. Poof.

This sounds awfully dramatic, but it isn't really. It just takes a few days of just focusing on the bare necessities, and then I can light the match again to continue with the crazy that is our reality. Most days, I'll move through my motions like fire, unchanging, rolling over the little hills life naturally has. My mind and body burn fast and hot through those days, tackling a million things - right hand wiping a peanut butter and jelly face, left hand pouring water into a cup, one ear listening to the demands of my children, the other ear pressed to a cell phone, shirt sleeves tugged, brain finding order within a hurricane. Other days, it takes a small army to pull me out of my dark tent of lethargy, where every small task is the biggest burden. You know, days where you don't even want to put the new roll of toilet paper on the bar, because it's just one more thing you have to do.

The last few days have been like that - heavy. I can't find any motivation from the inside. Lucky for me, I've got two small people who provide plenty of external motivation. They need me, and I love that. This morning, I felt much better. Insert cheesy phoenix metaphor. But really, I do cycle like this. Fire, ashes, flight, fire, ashes, flight. The flight part of this sequence has been particularly long, but I can't sustain it forever without some kind of retreat and recovery. I've always been like this.

I'm sure it has something to do with my obsessive personality. I used to relish being consumed by something, caught in a tsunami of slow focus. But now I simply don't have the time for slow anything. The result is my intensity is scattered into a thousand bright pinpoints, and it's difficult for me to collect them all into one contained beam. I'm not a multi-tasker by nature. I'd much rather be submersed into one activity at a time.

Don't get me wrong, I definitely have my hobbies. Too many hobbies. Writing, for example. But they are squeezed into the only spaces where they can survive. And in my case, sacrifices are made. Sleep. Well-rounded meals. A clean kitchen. Sleep. I'm terrible at time management, clearly. I need more time. There's too much I want to do. But not all at once, please.

This little person keeps me so busy. She and Kaden are my main hobbies now.

My little lady's favorite hobby lately... We dug out our old digital camera, and she's been having a heyday.

Just a quick note to document - Anika's is growing leaps and bounds, just in the past few weeks. Today she sat at the island barstool for probably an hour, painting and drawing. She even wrote four letters out in her notebook: A, U, O, and H. And we've never ever tried to do letters, at all. As I was doing the dishes, I heard her say "Mommy, I did a A!" So I looked over and, sure enough, there was an A. And she proceeded to write *two* more As as I watched her! If she's interested in writing, I'll foster this learning, absolutely. I'm proud of her!

Shootin' rockets!

I swear, I'm going to start putting her in brown, grey, or black pants only.
At preschool, she'll slide down the slide in any weather... We're investing in Oxiclean.

Rockets on the roof, of course. They cohabitate with frisbees and whiffle balls.

It started to rain...

I don't have any photos of Kaden - he's been too busy walking all over the place, and I've been staying close to him to catch any serious falls. I'll upload a video soon, with a post all his own, as is deserving of his huge milestone!

Back to the flight.

I haven't updated my blog in five months. True story.

So, it's October - the month after my favorite month of the year, which is September. But October is a close second, followed by May coming in third. I love the changing of the seasons, and fall is my favorite of them all. October is the harbinger of the holidays. I can already feel the buzz in the air, most of which is emanating from my three year old. Anika cannot stop talking about Halloween. Well, her excitement is contagious, so we dug out the decorations a few weeks ago and bedazzled our house with leaves, pumpkins, acorns, ghosts, and black cats. There are little harvest vignettes everywhere I look. I love it.

Summer arrived so late here. And even though Anika is embracing the upcoming holidays, I'm sure she'll miss the easy warmth of summer, she just doesn't know it yet. Most of my friends are mourning the loss of summer. But I have to admit I'm thrilled that the rain and fog are back. Rain falling, especially a downpour, is so soothing to me. It's melancholy and comfort and happiness all rolled into one. I like that concoction. Maybe Anika is just in denial, as she went on a tricycle ride today in the pouring rain - wearing just her shoes, a raincoat, and underwear. She came back some time later, with the exclamation, "Whew! It's wet out there!". Indeed.

I feel as if I am slowly morphing into a stereotypical soccer mom, buzzing from one activity to another. Anika started preschool at Philomath Montessori last month, and we have also continued with her twice weekly swimming lessons. Between running errands, housekeeping, doctor appointments, playdates, Montessori meetings, and travel time for everything, my days have quickly moved from dull and stagnant to vibrant and ever-changing. I'm a mom, and by definition, I am a busy mom. I love this too.

First day of school. Hesitant...

But excited!

The first day of school went splendidly. Second day, stomach flu... I suppose I should just get used to this, right?

I found a pair of swim goggles at Goodwill today, and Anika is thrilled. Do you remember the first time you wore goggles or a mask and stuck your head under the water, opened your eyes, and could see UNDER THE WATER?! Didn't you think you were the bomb diggity? I know I did. I have no doubt the googles will be making multiple appearances at bath time as well. Here's Anika right after I gave them to her.

This is a fair representation of what she would wear most days if she could. Necklace and flowy ballet leotard - yup, I'm ready to go to school/grandma's/the store/bed. Pumpkin, go put a coat and some pants on...

Other memorable events in the past weeks (er months):

Kaden is learning how to walk! He hasn't quite mastered the full on around-the-house-by-myself walk, but he regularly will let go and stand unassisted, and he'll walk between things or people, if they are close enough for his comfort level. He's growing up...

In other news, this big ass bug was on my doorstep the other day. Holy crap, he was big. And he had wings. WINGS people. That means there is potential for this bug to fly at my FACE. I am using the past tense because unfortunately Mr. McHugebeetle is no longer with us. I won't go into details, but I'm sure there was some cleanup involved. Here's a photo of him next to my lens cap for scale.

This photo doesn't even do his massiveness justice, as it's at a downward slendering angle. But believe me when I say, he could have eaten your face off.

Living out in the "country" isn't all just peace, quiet, and dust. There's been some pretty interesting specimens that have crossed my path recently. Some have been quite lovely...

Okay, this wasn't actually at *my* house, but it was near it, so that counts right?

And then you've got things like Alligators Lizards slithering over your almost bare feet. And praying mantises, which don't eat your face off, but just look like they want to. Or this fellow:

I can see it's eyes. EYES. That freaks me out, people.

Anyway...

To celebrate summer's last hurrah, I took the kids to Tillamook a few weeks ago - all by myself! O_o And it was crazy. And loads of fun. The highlight of the trip, besides our stop at the aquarium in Newport, was simply the beach itself. Once we got there after our long drive, the kids were ecstatic.

Not sure what the black thing in the photo is, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't native.

The kids had a blast and were very good about sharing their beach toys. Kaden loved feeling the sand between his fingers, but wasn't too fond of how it tasted... :)

Doesn't the beach look so serene and quiet? Well....

... it wasn't. Wait, we are in Tillamook, Oregon, right? Not Hawaii? Or Long Island? Because... what the heck?! It's a foggy, moderately warm, late summer day in Tillamook. And the beach is ridiculously crowded. I've never, ever seen the coast like this. It was strange, and kind of cool and exotic all at once. But really, umbrellas?

This is more like the Oregon coast I know:

Or this:

My wonderful husband planned a surprise anniversary (12 years!) weekend getaway in Yachats, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Raising two small children is perpetually exhausting and most days I feel like I'm running to stand still. But just that one short night away recharged me for a good month plus.

We:

hiked

drank lots of wine

mused about our lives, our children, and plans for the future

sat on the balcony and listened to the waves crashing

ate food like this: