Yes, I'm alive

So to those of you who send emails, yes I'm alive. It turns out doing four trade shows in six weeks as well as starting preschool, potentially three tv interviews that turned into one, one rescheduled for this Wednesday at 5:45 pm (Fox Business Channel, the "Happy Hour") and one still waiting to reschedule was a lot.

So today's great news - I got my first wholesaler order from a shop that called and said, "I had someone come into my store ask for your product, so I looked it up, liked it and I'd like to order." From a store in CANADA!!

Today's real life - This morning the Big Boy went poop in the toilet so the Little Man decided he should too, but in his little potty. The Little Man did a poopie, and called us to look at it. While we were saying "good bye poopie", he peed on the floor beside the toilet. I picked him up and put him in the tub. But while I was cleaning the pee, he managed to poop again in the tub. Really!! Just another day of being mom. So when all was clean I returned to the kitchen table to eat my cold omelette and no longer steaming tea.

I'll write more but bottom line, I'm so busy I haven't been writing, but I have been busy with work and shipping Normans.

By the way the first Norman PhartEphant story is now fully illustrated, completed by a book designer and at the printers.

no more training wheels

Yes, it is the end of summer, and Yes, I had been meaning to get to this quite a bit sooner, but we got out in the evening and finally made a go without training wheels.

There are very few moments in life when I feel breathless. Where I just stand with my mouth open watching. Stunned. Amazed. But not in a fearful way; unfortunately had a few of those. I've had two this summer.

The first was in July. I was standing in a stream in a field in Provence, France in a photo workshop waiting for wild horses to run by. They did. It was breath taking. Just to see fluidity in motion, muscle in action and a scene/situation I had never previously encountered. Photos ensued.

The Second, just the other night, watching my eldest leave my arms and pedal, pedal, pedal. It was motion, a bit herky-jerky motion, but it was beautiful. He didn't stop, he kept going until I had to breath again. Even the Little Man sat in a stunned silence to see the Big Boy go. He was prepped. We had watched a Frankly episode where he took off his training wheels. He was prepared. He was wearing knee pads, elbow pads and his helmet. He was in the zone. On the walk out we discussed that he already knew how to ride a bike. He's been riding with training wheels for a year. The only thing that would be new was starting and stopping. Then in an instant it happened, he became a rider. When I pushed him off, he pedaled. Really it was magical.

The bike is a bit too big for him so he needs help starting, but he's already learned to slow the bike, kick his leg over and jump off. Amazing. It might be a bite crude to compare my child to a group of wild animals, but there is a similarity of entering the unknown, lacking expectations, and being amazed by the result before your eyes. But the difference, I'm so proud of him. He is proud of himself, but I too am proud of him. I know he was a bit scared. He wanted the pads. But he took the challenge and met it. Just the coolest thing in the world to watch.

Bird Feeder Update

I can’t say how much I’ve come to love the bird feeder in our kitchen window. While I thought it would be fun and educational, I’m shocked at how often I find myself wandering into the kitchen just to check out the action (this has not helped my waste line).

The birds that know about are feeder are generally pretty friendly and there are clearly many birds we are feeding at this point . They have become accustomed to our presence. As long as we don’t tap on the glass of the window, they are quite willing to hang out with us in the kitchen. Oddly, I believe they sense when we have company over and are a bit quicker to fly away from our guests.

After a day of rain, which meant very few bird visits, I reached out to fill the feeder, and the birds were hover close while my hand was still out the window. Now if the feeder goes empty, they tend to polish it off in one day, they sit in the window and demand food rather loudly. We are now going through a 5 lb bag of food every other week!

Finally one bird, well at least one to our knowledge, had the courage to explore our apartment. Unfortunately it chose its daring escapade when my husband was in charge. My lovely groom takes it as a bit of a personal affront that the bird entered the kitchen. But as my older son explains, they just kept waving their arms until the bird figured out it was a “good idea” to turn and leave. This incident started the adult request that I keep the window above the feeder closed if I’m going to keep feeding them.

But it was the beginning of a new new debate has shaped among the adults in the household on whether we should be feeding these "flying rats". I was winning until the pigeons found us; then yes, I conceded to bring it down as a lot, and I do mean a lot, of "poopy" was suddenly mounting on the window seal.

However, I don't want to wast the food, so when the lovely groom is out, and I want lunch time company, I put the feeder out, eat a sandwich in the kitchen and chat with the birds. I'm sure he'll not figure out my folly as I keep the bird feeder hidden with the cleaning supplies. The boys, they are back to making piles of food on the side walk and then counting as the customers fly in.

Mosquito Stink

Last night, as I lay in bed, in a mosquito stink, I think "this can not possible work". With my all natural insect repellent on I am in a citrus fog. I smell of a perfectly ripe orange cut in two and dripping off the side of the plate. How in the world is this supposed to repel anything but my husband?

I am a pin cushion of exquisite content, filled with the blood that is a fine delicacy to all blood seeking creatures of the dawn, twilight and night. I am a find that these winged creatures of the dig into over and over. The boys are protected by some unlabeled stuff recommended to me that I smuggled over from China. It comes in a bottle that I plug into the electric socket and leave on all the time. It has no smell. The mosquitoes leave them alone. I have no idea what it is. I have no idea how to get more. So I ration it to only the boys' room as they really need protection.

Yes, I recognize I should have invested in screen windows before the economy tanked and I lost my job. But I kept thinking, I'll get it done before Spring, which of course didn't happen. Now I believe the only way to keep the blood suckers away is to seal all entrances and keep the air conditioning on at all times. The other option, no exposed skin. Which is why you’ll find me under the covers with socks and occasionally a hat.

A few years ago I became allergic to one of the ingredients in your standard deet containing insect repellent. During the day I may still use the deet, but only spraying on my clothes not my body. If you watch the "travel sized" bins, you will still find the 1 ounce sized 98.5% deet. LOVE IT! The smell is one of “I am chemicals that can kill you!” However, for nighttime/bedtime I don’t feel great about making my groom, who has occasional asthma, inhale my deet containing fragrance, so I switched to the natural stuff. Also I have less hives with the natural stuff. However, when I smell like a ripe potted plant, about to bear fruit, it is hard to believe I’m repelling the invaders of the night.

The worst are the little guys that go for your nose. The hover, tickling you until they evoke a sneeze. Which of course is preceded by a great inhalation. Before you sneeze there is a great intake of air when the little speared warrior could be inhaled deeply to places you’d rather not itch. Hopefully the expel, the sneeze, is forceful enough to dislodge any attachment before damage is induced.

I also hate the kill these blood thirsty savages while they are drinking. While there is satisfaction in a solid slap that produces a pancaked insect, the sight of my own blood (I hope) lets me know the swelling should still be anticipated.

So as I laid in my stink, I vowed when work picks up I will invest in the screen windows because there are glorious nights in the 60s when the breeze is so gentle as to allow the invaders to fly, but so nice as to create a crime if the air conditioning were to be used.