If I worked in a cubicle, I would totally be one of those annoying office people with poor drawing’s from my children posted all over the wall. And my kids would already be fifteen. Instead I annoyingly post them on a blog. And if I had to choose one to look at in my office all day everyday for fifteen years this would have to be the one. I should totally ask Francis for his explanation for this, but I’m enjoying it so much unexplained who really needs to know what those A’s are for anyway.
Field of View: Does Joe Klamar Suck?
When CBS revealed the images professional photographer Joe Klamar took of the U.S. Olympic Team at the U.S. Olympic Committee’s Media Summit in Dallas, Texas, the photography community reacted with complete outrage, taking to the forums and Reddit to vent their anger. The photographs have been…
Ode to Mondrian
When Francis brought this bad boy home from art class, I thought I’d impress him saying “wow it’s like an homage to Piet Mondrian.” And he was all like “who?” Me: “Piet Mondrian”. Francis: “That’s right Mom. It’s like Mondrian”. I’m only partially impressive for getting it right. Francis is well in the know of Mondrian apparently. Duh.
New Tolstoy movie! New Tolstoy movie!
I’ve never thought Keira Knightley had much in the way of range, but she tends to fit very comfortably into period dramas. I think she’ll be a great Anna, and the rest of the cast doesn’t look too shabs either. Maybe the best part: adapted screenplay by Tom Stoppard! What?!
Four more minutes
Beck will do anything you ask him to, as long as, he can have four more minutes of whatever he’s doing, until he needs to do whatever it is, that you are making him do next. Leaving the playground…”four more minutes”. Lunch…”four more minutes”…Napping…”four more minutes”. Going to bed…”four more minutes”. Now that we are on our full on summer routine, four more minutes sounds awesome to me too. I need four more minutes to process the idea that for the next three months I am going to have no break from hearing mommy mommy mommy the entire day.
I’m feeling like I need four more minutes before Kindergarten is over and four more minute before Beckett is finished with nursery school. But it’s too late for that, there are no more minutes and now we are going forward non stop. I beginning to want four more minutes on the toilet before I have to face two grinning boys excited for summer. Mommy. Four more minutes, please.
Four more minutes sitting in the boiling hot car before we go inside, so that I can shoot off one last random text message to the outside world. Four more minutes of peace and quiet, so I can beg C to go to target for supplies, because four minutes in Target might make me go over the edge.
Everything is starting off on a great foot. Before I needed four minutes I tried to vaguely plan what this summer experience might be like. The YMCA has two hours (120 minutes) of childcare. So first thing every morning we are heading there for the only free minutes of the day. The only time three thirty minute cardio intervals on stationary equipment feels like total freedom and serve for an ulterior motive of quality time feeding my phone addiction uninterrupted.
Since the two hours of time I’ll have in the following days will be glued to stationary equipment and my phone, I thought I’d hand over the tumble to Francis, and archive and share the last three months of some of the books and art he’s made. This is called summer craft project that I am actually capable of and does not involve scissors, while my mom brain gets a total work out, we move again and I finish war and peace. Summer arrived.
