Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2009 - Impending Finn

From my blog January 25:

"I've mentioned this before too - but I feel this weird... feeling that I'm in a rush all the time now. With photography more than anything else. Like, impending... something."

I must have already been pregnant but did not have ANY clue whatsoever. I didn't know exactly what was thinking of even at the time... but wow. In tune much?

Pregnancy was indeed the eternity I feared it would be, but it is already an eternity away, and I've had Finn forever.

Jack has been playing with Cars forever and Abby's already been in Kindergarten for forever.

I think, in these first initial months I can already see a huge difference in the positive Finn has made in our household, but particularly in Steve and I. For the first time I really and truly feel like an adult, a parent, a homemaker. For the ten years we've been married I've always felt, at least partially that there was an element of "playing house." Yes I adored my kids, and I parented my kids, but t all felt so weird to take a step back and say yes, I'm a PARENT. Did I start having kids particularly young? No, but it just really hasn't all felt real until now.

Saying out loud that I have THREE kids without saying the THREE in capital letters with a sort of fear and awe, haven't mastered that yet. Though, I do feel an incredibly selfish satisfaction in saying it when people ask if Finn s the first.

OOOOH how grateful I am that we have moved on from being first or even second time parents. The saying we heard back in our prenatal classes was "have a second child if at all possble so you can enjoy it." Obviously, underneath all the fear and stress and confusion that came with Abby (#ONE), I had a pretty incredibly good time with her. But enjoy it? Even just looking back on the blog I can confidently say I enjoyed Jack as a baby to a ridiculous degree, and Finn - I mean Finn is like a (very manly) cupcake on top of the icing on the cake. I think I'm finally at that place where I'm enjoying it. As much as I'm capable as a person of enjoying things which I am not in control of. ;)

I think I know now what people mean when they say they hadn't felt really complete as a family. I hadn't intended to have a third munchkin, but now that I have him, it's not just because I don't ever want to be pregnant again that I feel complete, it's just... a feeling - like an easing of the mind. THIS is our family. NOW when I look back it feels like I kept trying to make it feel right to be Abby and Jack and us period.

Ah well, in general as we near the end of the year I feel less frantic, less rushed. I feel more grounded, more steady, more ready to take on my work as mom and person and photographer.

I'm still not totally ready in the school department but I'm feeling more like a plucky newcomer than a beat down confused toddler.

I'm seeing Abby be completely and totally a kid - no trace of the baby or toddler left in her. Wow she's sensitive, but not in a pushover sort of way. She loves her friends with heartfelt intensity. She isn't too old to want to join in the wrestle wars between Jack and Steve. You just have to really really listen and you'll hear her deepest heart. She has a ton of energy and is excited to be learning new things at school. Her whining soundds more lke a mimic of me or tv than the real thing.

I'm seeing Jack learn the agony and triumph of words - he struggles with a word, really struggles with it... and we understand it... and still say no ("mcqueen car book please" - "no babe its 2am"). i wish I could explain why he is so charming even though he is so very 2. But... he's just absolutely ... charming. He'll come on over and sile up to me, sling an arm around my neck and bring my face to hs while he watches CARS. It's just this feeling, this fun sweet machismo...in case it's not painfully obvious - he's no pushover either.

I'm seeing Finn's personality - sweet, fun, a little more reserved (might eat those words). He's not too demanding, but no pushover. Basically he's patient - that's the word for him. He cannot help smiling a you if you smile a him. He loves loves loves anything visual (particularly the tv). He gave Abby his first social smile and looks at Jack like he can't wait to join his troublemaking club.

All this negative connotation to pushovers is unintentional... it just so happens I don't have any in my genes to pass along. ;)

I mean we're not skatng thru life - there is always that moment of panic when all three insist they need you and their hearts will break if you don't come thru RIGHT at that moment, but because there really is no way to make it happen, it's a little easier to take a breath and just take it one kid at a time.

I found myself booked with clients, still wishing I could be paid by some nameless entity rather than the friends that my clients usually become. I put my foot down more than I had last year... but probably not enough. I've learned a ton. A whole lot and yet seemed to have dropped most of the lessons from where I'm consciously aware of them, then I look back and thnk 'OOOH that's righ - I keep doing that when want to be doing this."

I just feel... more grown up in every place n my life. And that's good.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas Breakdown 2009

Let's just say we were unfocused.

Steve's very cool extended gig at Horse Racing TV was half of the distraction. Brightwaters Photography +Three kids made up the other half.

I gained back four pounds during Steve's first couple weeks there - even though he's working right at the race track (next to the mall in other words - very familiar territory), he's just not as accessible as he was when he was a bit more completely in control of his time. He's doing incredible stuff, and loving it. But he is very very focused on doing that job well, as well as maintaining the work he's doing for other people.

Then there was still adjusting to Abby's school (Again, it's me, not Abby, who is still adjusting), parties and finishing work and blah blah blah. There was Jack - doing SOOO much better with his frustrations than the two months or so surrounding Finn's arrival... but still - we're trying to help him maintain some success by a) keeping him in as much of a no-fail environment as possible and b) not freaking out when he does.

Oh yes, then there was the busy season of the photography business. I didn't have a ton of time to be angsty over how artsy vs. commercial each shoot was. Somehow I ended up very happy with my work. It's been a little fascinating to see how I grow from shoot to shoot. How even just a week before I'll see I was all into one photoshop method or one pose and a week later I've moved on. It's been fun as always that most of the Christmas cards I've received have had my photo shoots on them. Even as satisfied as I am that I did the best job I could in each given situation, there is still this nagging disappointment in the back of my brain as I think thru all the missed opportunities - all the times I couldn't quite get the perfect moment or caught the moment... unfocused.

- so Christmas... well.. we didn't really focus on it until about 2am Christmas Eve morning.

Except for the impromptu decorating of the toy room with all our lights (Steve is hilarious), we decorated with about 1/8th of what we normally do.

It was the best of times it was the worst of times. Steve's been coaching me (nicest way of saying forcing me) to challenge my "this is going to be awful" expectations. He doesn't deny that most likely having my gorgeous Jack, my sweet Abby, and my gentleman Finn in all these social situations is going to result in some awful moments, but he wants me to just accept that, get thru those, and enjoy everything else. And surprisingly enough, it's worked.

As I walk away from each event I'm rolling out my shoulders and thinking, hey, that five minutes where Jack wasn't heartwrenchingly trying to RIP Caiah's Chick Hick's out of his hands was really special. Okay, okay, there was a lot more than five minutes. Jack actually did a really good job playing alone for big portion of the time. I took him outside for a lot of situation diffusing. Abby was a star, I was trying to teach her not to count presents or be jealous during the other kids' present opening... or if she was, just not to say a lot about it. She did reallllly well. Finn is just a blessing because if he demanded more we'd be in deep doo doo. So we try to reward him with lots of love and thank God a LOT.

Yup, no matter how much I think I must be crazy an delusional, as I'm looking back - I just remember the successes.

Jack love love loving the cars he got... ALL the cars he got.
Abby deciding to sit in the front pew at Christmas Eve service... next to the pastors... by herself.
Finn smiling and cooing
Steve chasing an wrestling Jack & Abby
Burnt Fudge
photo sessions with the cousins
photo sessions with Aaron and Megan (ahh, torturing big brother - whoo)
Abby's new love of Santa
Jack's cuddles
Abby's Cuddles
Finn's cuddles
Steve's cuddles
my new vacuum
my new stroller
Caiah announcing "Ist Christmas Morning!!!!"

Photos soon

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Unprepared

Kindergarten.

Abby was ultra prepared. I was negative twelve prepared.

What am I talking about? Let me count the ways.

On the one hand I feel like they hold my hand - sending me emails when Abby is about to miss out on something that I've missed completely.

It's not the school - it's just that I was barely aware of my shadow while pregnant. And the first few weeks obviously were just a flurry of doctor's appointments.

I thought I was doing pretty well getting in a rhythm of looking in the backpack for "Backpack mail" (which I love by the way).

Then I find I've completely dropped the ball on grandparents day. MaryAnn (family friend) saved the day there.

Then my phone is out when I get called to duty for something I volunteered for. My phone was fixed but 16 messages were out in limbo and literally just got dumped into my new messages todday. I checked yesterday - all caught up. I checked today? 17 new messages... WHAT????!!!

One of them was some guy slurring about something and us not taking his call - my guess was this was a drunk dial that got the wrong numbers. One was blockbuster. Whoops.

And not just this logistics stuff - but just in general - teasing has begun. Have I equipped Abby well enough? Does she have the right color underwear? are her socks dirty? Is her hair combed?

Gramma has been helping with that daily, but you know.

Just big failures everywhere.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Accepting Defeat

I am re-arranging Abby's closet for the umpteenth time and have decided at some point, a mother just has to give in. Keeping it clean? No, that's really not too bad - Abby has turned into a pseudo neat freak - cleaning her room daily to try to keep it "Gladys Clean." (I say "pseudo" because she tends to think shoving it all into her wardrobe as long as its not on the ground is gladys clean).

No, this lost fight is about arrangement. I always have you know dresses hung up, skirts in one cubby, long sleeve shirts in another, short sleeve in another, and pants in another. She never wears pants. If she does it is under a skirt. Still... for five years I've held out hope - held that cubby open for the cute little knickers and jeans Zoozie buys for Abby (Z is an optimist). And I am finally letting go. NOW the cubby's are as follows : skirts - top right, long skirts- bottom right, skirts Gramma made - top left, shirts - bottom left. Guess which cubby is woefully sparce? Yeah, bottom left.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Finn's Place in the Family





So far, Finn's role in the family is to be the resident wriggly teddy bear. That and a joy to his parents.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Control? Or Anxiety? Or just plain Weird.

In my so far small experience with therapy, I've been trying to pay attention more to the root of any problems - most often anxiety - that I have.

Today I have been just very agitated ... but the root feeling is anxiety. Why?

Because Abby has Grandparent's Day at school today. (I didn't try to get you a ticket Dad, just cuz you're out of the area - depending on what it was like we'll get you in next year). David, MarySue and Gramma went. It's the WHOLE half of their school day.

Why does that make me anxious? I have no idea.

But of course I can't just stop there, now can I?

My first guess is because I don't know what it's like or what is going on.

I think I try to take care of everyone - from the Grandparents (is this a waste of their time, will they be taken care of? Will they know where to park, where to go what to do or anything like that) to Abby (have I equipped her as best I could- will she know what to do or where to go).

This all sounds like I think they are all children and the people they will be around are horrible or something. That's not what I think at all. Do I just not trust other people to take care of MY people? Or is it more about control - i.e. IIIII want to do it? I didn't figure it out, just tried to let go of the silliness. You all can take care of yourselves I know. Even my babies.

I dunno.

Everything felt better once my mom called.

Sheesh.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Sweet Little Abby


There is a children's Christmas Store at Abby's school. Everything is all "allowance priced" and only the kids are allowed to go in there - not with their parents. It's this whole thing about understanding money and choices and giving and empowerment and all that.

I was thinking of this post before Abby went in there - how she made out her list so lovingly, how I'm sure she was so careful to choose just the right things.

She came out with a traumatized teary face. I imagined a scene of how I didn't send her in with enough money, how she had wanted so badly to get loving things but I hadn't equipped her...

Yeah. Don't get me wrong - she's still the sweetest most sensitive loving little girl.

Here's what she left the store with:
a necklace for me (so sweet)
a silly santa hat for steve (very appropriate)
a ball for Jack (yup, so far so good)
...
a headband for herself
and three chocolates ("for me and the family")

And why she was traumatized? She couldn't afford a teddybear for Finn... AND herself.

Snort.

I love her.

Friday, December 04, 2009

I can't avoid not being not complicated...

I blame my name.

Take placing a take-out order for example.

I usually use an alias which in itself is a complicated complication. Do I use "Ada"? Its not much easier than Adrea but a least it's easier for people to hear an quicker to spell. Do I use some easy nom de plume that all my friends and family have understood tha I use ( in case they are picking it up or in case its a reservation they need to find)? If so what name? What name IS easy to understand no matter how noisy the background noise?

I used to just say it was under Steve, but that threw off people thinking since I, the caller, was female then the name must also be so they would make up girl versions of the name.

Think I'm just making it too complicated? That I should just use my own name? (I *know* none of you made the mistake of thinking "Scheidler" would work as an alternative) My own name is so foreign o most people that you can't just trust that it will be misunderstood as "Andrea" - nope - Audry, Aubrey, Adrian, a version involving a V I never quite caught.

So do I just call back to Andrea? huh? Do I?

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Also Jack Is My Baby


Okay, I am aware Jack has me wrapped around his pinky finger. I can't help it. I adore him. Yes,s yes, I adore the other two as well, and they each have me in a different way.

But I'm having a very difficult time not seeing, thinking of, treating Jack like a baby. Because he's my BABY. But then ... I see pictures and I realize... Oh. Wow. He's a little boy now. A kid. He actually does have the ability to walk and not be held. He should be kept up to a certain standard...

When I'm not cuddling and kissing him that is.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Easy

Things are easy. Things are impossible.

I have time - but never two hands when I have the time. Or if I do I have crazily more important priorities than my little things. My big things I hvae time for. My inner thoughts? eh. No time.

I think them.

I can't really express them, and the problem is if I don't express them they don't go full circle. Just a lot of half thought feelings.

Mainly? I don't want to panic whenever my panic button is pushed (multiple children in need at the same time).

The difficulty with life right now is that at no one time is EVERYone happy. Very hard not to feel like a failure all the time and want everyone to repress themselves for the moment just so it can feel like restful peace for a while.

Jack waking up for the umpteenth time crying because he can't breathe. Steve starts new job tomorrow so I'm taking over kids for entire night while he is on the couch. Ha. Never thought that would be the cush job - being banished to the couch.