Sorry for the Radio Silence

I took a bit of an unexpected vacation. Our trip to Iowa was long, returning home to a flooded basement, was also unexpected. However we survived with little damage. School started back up and life got busy. Hurricanes rocked our world, although we had no damage. New babies were welcomed into our world, while others were lost before their time. Rocky waters washed along our shores and the boat started rocking. I have been sad the past few months. I have taken some time for myself, and more importantly with Max. I stopped sharing our stories with family and friends, I missed our random communications.

So, new goals, not resolutions... Be Happy... Live each day... Make Art, everyday... Love Max.

Now it's time to catch up. The questions, touch on everything we have missed over the last few months? Move on entirely? Start fresh? While I think about how I would like to catch up I will share a recent photo. One of my favorites. I am lucky to share naptimes with this little boy. Everyday is different and for that i am thankful.

Heading in the right direction



As Fats Domino once said, "I'm walking, yes indeed, I'm talking..."  And the Alexanders' are on our way! As the sun has set on the first day of 2012 I have to think this year is going to be even busier than the last. This year our son grew from a baby to a toddler; Max has started walking and talking and yes even throwing the occasional tantrum.  Every day we learned and play and grow.  As every other blogger in the world on this day I too look back and remember: resolutions, posts, adventures, and more.

New Years Day 2011

 2011 also brought a new career, motherhood, when do I get my raise?  Motherhood has brought challenges, both victories and losses.  I have faced my compulsions and learned to care and cherish my family day after day.  Along with my responsibilities of wife and mother I started my own business; the business is small but as my son it too will grow.

I hope you take a minute and look back on the last year, but keep walking to the future!

happy new year!

100th Entry! Getting Cozy.

 Well, this blog marks my 100th Entry, or shall we say rambling.  I thought I would share this moment.

It snowed last Saturday.  We had friends over for brunch ans the minute the white fluffy stuff started to fall we ran out with the babies.  I love the idea of the first snow.  I hope Max will love it as well.  He tried to catch it a couple of times, when he's a little bit older we will try to catch them on our tongues.  I guess this means winter is heading our way.  Then on to the new year!  This year have been amazing.  I wonder what will happen next!

Packing up

Well, we are almost all packed up. Tomorrow we will load up the rest of the boxes in the pod and start taking apart furniture that won't fit thru doors assembled. I think we will also move some of the larger items downstairs in anticipation of the Uhaul. We are scheduled to pick up the truck on Thursday and load up. Sometime that night we get to clean and find anything that has been forgotten. The goal is to sleep on cots and pack n plays Thursday night so we have little to do Friday morning. Then on to inspections and signing papers. Then do it all in reverse.

I wish it was all over. I can't wait to get to the new house. I think the best part has been all the help from Max!

Because of a Book

I have been inspired to change my blogs layout.

I am reading this book.

A book that has jumped into my soul and is reading my wants.

I am a new mother. I am the mother or 4-1/2 month old MAx. MAx is AMAZING! There is nothing I won't so for this little boy. I will bend over backward, feed him, change his diapers, hold him when he wants me.
At what point did I feel I needed to no longer just be a mother but I needed to become the perfect specimen of Mother Nature.

Poser: My Life in twenty-three yoga poses by Claire Dederer
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/poser-my-life-in-23-yoga-poses-by-claire-dederer-2185580.html

This story speaks of the wants: breastfeeding, babywearing, co-sleeping, using only cloth diapers, eating/drinking/wearing only organic. Women who need to keep an immaculate home, be a Top Chef, and bring home a paycheck while working full time. The true nature of attachment parenting; the storys of friends who practice this form child rearing. The idea that mothers try to out-do each other by announcing what their children eat, where they go to school, to what kind of homemade knitted hat their little one wears. Then there's the truth, the family that decides to stop, they use formula, store bought diapers, the mother doesn't truly knit...

I have noticed some things have started changing in my house. My little boy is starting to eat food. Oatmeal and bananas for breakfast, some sweet potatos for dinner, and hopefully he'll get the hang of those 6-8oz bottles soon. Those bottles that are becoming filled with formula as we start to ween MAx off breastmilk. As I stop Pumping. I have guilt about these things; I am reading that mothers have guilt. However, there are some happy points to life. This woman Claire Dederer discoved the good stuff through Yoga. I miss Yoga. I read and become inspired to once again take back a little bit of my life. I still love MAx, I will do everything I can to keep him happy and healthy. It's just that I would like to join him in this adventure.



If this little dity has inspired anyone to pick up a copy: Happy Reading!

First Family Snow Days of 2011!

Having at Three day weekend is just wonderful. Friday was the first snow day of 2011. Charlie didn't have to go to work, he did however have to shovel the driveway. Asher even helped a little...

Today some of my cousins came over and took advantage of the sledding on the hill in our back yard. I think they had a pretty good time...

After the fun was over we all came inside for some peanut butter bars and hot cocoa. I think even Max enjoyed the day.

Sometimes Babies Just Cry

Sometimes Babies are not hungry, they are not tired, they are not wet or soiled, they are not bored, they do not want to be held, they do not want to be burped, they do not want to be left alone, they do not have to poop... Sometimes Babies Just Cry.

Sometimes we have to take a deep breath and remember... Sometimes Babies just cry. They will stop when they are ready.

I AM A MOM!

I have a 2 month old son, whom I love! I have become one of those people who only takes pictures of their child... and I take about a dozen a day. I take video of him, I dress him in cool little outfits. He is bigger and bigger everyday.

This morning we went for a hike; it was only 40degs out when we left the house, I had to put him in a 6month size warmie! He's only 2 months old! Everyday he looks more and more like a real boy. Today he fit in the the ergo (baby carrier) without the infant insert; his legs actually stick out the bottom.

I have known for a long time that I wanted to be a mom, but to be a mom is something different, it's special. We have a great time everday. Some days are harder than others and sometimes I'm all by myself. Max and I tell each other stories and roll around and laugh together. He is more than just a partner in crime I think he is my soul. Everyday he amazes. His smile melts my heart and sometimes I think we understand each other.

Max has a schedule, it is my job to work around his schedule to accomplish a multitude of tasks everyday. I am a fairly organized and straightforward person. I appreciate my son for understanding and working with me on this. I take our schedule and all of the tasks that need to be accomplished and find a way to do them as efficiently as possible. We wake up, poop, eat, go for a hike, poop, eat, have playtime, take a nap, then do it all over again. I have found a new rhythm to my life that is both wonderful and unexpected. Even though I new I wanted to be a mom I had no idea what that actually meant. Until now.

Everyday this little boy looks up at me and I see something new, in him and in myself. I am growing more now that I have in years. I have loved my life but now I am in love with my life. I am the luckiest girl in the world. I got to grow up to become: an artist, a wife, a mother, a worker, a watcher, a leader, a follower, a cheerleader, a hard-ass, a woman, a child, a sleeper, a reader, a knitter, a crafter, a lion, and me.

Another day: Today just happens to be in February

Today is another day, all the groundhogs saw their shadows, a person I know got canned, it's February. I seem to have been in a haze these days. January just happened to keep going until I realized yesterday was a new month. When your life gets too busy and you can hardly keep up with it all you can think about is some time off. When the time off comes you have thought about it, you have a plan. What happens if the plan doesn't happen?

That was January 2010. I finished a gig and crashed; I think back and remember I had a plan. There were projects and goals. I was going to make a lot of things, I had inspiration and feeling productive. Then I got home and sat down... nothing. I sat in a chair for close to a week, sitting, staring at the TV. I didn't knit, draw, or even think about doing anything. I'm pretty sure I spent a few days in my PJ's. I wasn't depressed, just crashed. It's hard to explain if you've never felt the crash, I think everyone has, just think back to college vacations.

Now I'm back! At least the want is back. I want to make things again and be apart of everything again. I am still tired, but all of that will soon be explained away. I'm getting back on schedule, the schedule has changed, but I'm getting back to it. Better late than never. So here I sit, ready to start again.

Hello February!

Is it really a blog if no one reads it?

Main Entry: blog
Pronunciation: \ˈblȯg, ˈbläg\
Function: noun
Etymology: short for Weblog
Date: 1999

A Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer; also : the contents of such a site

— blog·ger noun

— blog·ging noun

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/BLOG">BLOG

I have now started speaking. I'm not really sure who to. So I started thinking...

What is a blog? Why would someone Blog? Who would read a blog? Is it really a blog if no one reads it? Someone who blogs is called a blogger. Are you a blogger? I am a blogger. Really a blog is an online journal, my husband refuses to create a blog because he doesn't want to make an online journal. So really he doesn't want to blog, although he really does. He tells me things he wants to write about, and insists it would not be an online journal. Really he would write about things in his life revolving around education, He is a teacher so basically he wants to make an online journal.

Does it help anyone to blog? Am I saving the world, or just myself? I read blogs; my friends have blogs, I have blogs. It's a nice way to keep track of all the things happening in someone's life. I have a blog that share my designs and another blog that shares all the crafts I make for my friends and family. They can be called websites, but they are just blogs. A blog is an online journal.

What happens if no one reads this blog? Will it just disappear? Will it only be seen by me? Will someone accidentally open this website and find this message and decide to start blogging? Will this entry make someone hate blogging even more than before? Does this blog actually exist? Does it exist for you or just for me?

If no one reads this blog does it count as an online journal? Is it really a blog?

Here is Where I begin

I have now 3 blogs... I have no idea what I"m doing. I have one blog for my designs, one for my crafts, and now one for all my ramblings.

When I mean Ramblings... I mean that I plan to have adventures, I do not know what those adventures will be, but I promise to share them.

When I mean Ramblings... I mean anything that might come out of my mouth, I cannot confirm or deny that I know what any of it will mean.

When I mean Ramblings... I mean that I will grow in my life and encourage others to grow with me, for good or evil.

Welcome to my world... let's get lost!