Sunday, 23 November 2014

family portraits

I don't know why I've never done this before. Probably because nobody has ever asked me to..
But my latest project has been so fulfilling and rewarding that I just have to share it with the world. {That would be you, blog reader. Ps, thank you for visiting my little blog.. }

I also want to share the name of the family that was used in the making of this wee project because the momma is an uber talented woman and maker of fine caffeinated bevvies at one of my fave coffee shops but I do not want to spoil her surprise for family and friends .. But she did say I could post it on here . Eeeeee!

Seriously the cutest family... in real life and illustrated. 








So, if you are seeing this and thinking you'd be a pretty nifty illustrated version of a family and want one of your very own.. head on over to my etsy shop (click on the picture below) and send me a message... It is custom work so prices do vary. 





Note: All artwork and illustrations displayed on this blog are original and created by me. Out of kindness and in good karma , please do not copy any of my artwork nor blog posts from this blog. Should you wish to use any of my content , please contact me for permission. 

Thursday, 13 November 2014

War of the Toddlerhood

Everyday is a day I step on the battlefield of toddlerhood. I'm sure many of you understand where I'm coming from. This battlefield is like fighting a war that I'm not sure is going to end. Somedays I'm really lucky and Baby C calls a truce and let's me get him out of a stinky diaper without getting shit on my hand or allows me to finish a grocery shop without having to turn it into a half marathon just to grab the essentials and get home and realize I forgot lemon juice for the 3rd time this week. Seriously.    Somedays I am not so lucky and I am amazed that I muster up enough energy to brush my teeth because my day has started with a two year old screaming at me to get him God knows what and to not change his bed time diaper that is sagging down his butt because he thinks it's going to keep his little arse warm in this god forsaken -20 degree weather. ( truth be told , I don't mind -20 weather... When I'm inside.. Ha) and then I've managed to get him into his snow suit and boots so we can walk his older bro to the bus stop  but ,  I can forget the mitts and toque because I really don't need to be squawked at in gibberish about how he doesn't like his hands covered up or anything on his head.

Now, I'm not going to tell you that after a really long day of duking it out with the temper tantrums and dodging  the bombs that fall at nap time that I stop to look at how precious my toddler child is. He's precious.. Yes , he's precious alrite. Sweet , funny, independant and oh so loveable . But if I'm going to be honest with you, at the end of the day .. I just want to raise my little white flag and climb into the white trench of porcelain and soak in hot water until I'm wrinkly and the reminiscent sounds of whining no longer ring in my ears and nerve endings return to their normal state of whatever they do.

But what I am going to tell you, is that just when I feel like I am all alone in the battlefield .. I get a call from one of my closest friends. She reminds me I'm not in that battlefield alone, I just can't see her for the smoke and play dough mortar that she is dodging.. And then when my reinforcement brings in the big guns  ( that made me laugh out loud.. ) and takes over to give me a reprieve, I make a call into my parents... The veterans. Change it up they say, experiment, but remember : routine routine, routine, structure,structure,structure. They know, they've seen it all and dealt with it all. 3 kids later. Then I think of my sister and her four kids.. 4 talented, smart , hilarious and respectful kids that are hardworking and are reaching amazing heights in their lives at such young ages... She got through the war of toddlerhood , albeit she's moved into the teen years now  but she did it with 4..and they weren't all easy, I know.  And just when you think hubbies never know the right thing to say, they come up with a gem.. "Stop thinking its you, this is his deal and we have to learn to deal with it. Don't think of yesterday or tomorrow , think of the moment and how to get through it." Surely I can manage this ..

This parent thing is not easy for some and not hard for others. I've experienced the easy, for sure and now I'm doing battle with the hard bits of what's in front of me. Some days you don't want advice , you don't want the help, you don't want people to see that you aren't a supermom or Superdad that day or week. But, regardless of how lonely and long that battlefield feels..When the smoke clears and you wipe the spaghetti sauce from your cheek and pull the play dough off the bottom of your sock, there's another parent doing the same thing.. Checking to see if anyone can see what they are dealing with or trying to hide what they can't handle.

And for all the new mommies and mommies to be, its a fantastic journey to be on raising children.. But it's hard, difficult, rough, emotional and draining and that's not for lack of love or effort. This is just the way it is, no matter how easy your baby is or going to be.

Thank you Ry, Mom,Dad and D, your advice made today a victory and it's only half past noon. But I still need to get that damn lemon juice..