This is where you find me in the mornings. After the kids have settled into morning cartoons (I admit it), I wander into my office. The sun shines bright through the windows and it’s my favorite place to be at 7 am. Besides bed, mind you. I am pretty proud of myself as I set up my computer (easy), reset the router (not easy considering I didn’t even know where the central router was located until last night [in a closet in the basement]), made Wayne’s HP Printer play nice with my Mac (install a driver, not rocket science) … but still. I did it alone. The sum total is what I am proud of, you know?
I want to hang pictures all over the back wall. Every different size and color of frame. Family pictures, the kids’ artwork, touching and colorful cards, etc. I saw the idea in an Anthropologie catalog a few months back and I can’t stop thinking about how I love the look. For now, I have my Kansas City Plaza piece (purchased during Christmas time years and years ago), and a few pictures mounted on styrene (makes them stiff so they can be propped around the house without the need of an easel or frame).
I want to paint my desk aqua. Wanting to and actually DOING it turn out to be two totally different things, however.
Just trying to figure out what I need (storage like bookcases: I keep looking on Craigslist for some used ones to paint a cheery yellow. Addicting.)
One of my favorite characteristics of Claire Bear. Her love of shoes (doesn’t get this from me as I prefer flip flops year ’round). But how can you NOT be a good mood when you something like her coming towards you? Yellow, sunshine goodness all wrapped around a soft little girl asking for a hug. Love her.
And Caeden. Busy inventing. Sketching. Planning.
He reminds me so much of myself. Perfectly happy to entertain himself and loves to stay home. Such a gentle soul.
He seems to be doing okay. Better than I thought. It’s scary to watch him move on. He doesn’t talk about Wayne, and when I bring him up, he doesn’t dwell on him like I thought he would. He and Wayne were so close. It’s so sad to see how fast he moves on. Maybe it’s his age, his ability to accept things as they happen, or maybe he just felt like Wayne was gone a long time ago when his ability to interact with the kids faded…
Whatever it is, it scares me. So I tell stories. I bring up Wayne’s name, memory, etc. all the time like it is no big deal.
“Daddy loved building things for you. Bet would build you a real brain scanner out in the garage.”
Caeden responds, “Oh that’s okay. Grandpa has it covered.”
Not sure what to do with that?