Updates, yea been a while

I know its been a while since I've written when my parents email me asking for a phone call to hear how everything is going. Guess it say something htat I'm updating this tired tonight rather than calling my folks (really no insult intended.)

Its been up and down. I was so proud of what I had accomplished in the last year, then the reality sinks in of how much of my savings we have eaten into and what I need to get going forward. And I sink again. It is intimidating. But generally I have hope. This is the life I set up, its just requiring 24/7 effort to get it done.

The Big Boy had his 5th Birthday party today. It was still a creative extravaganza (more on this below), but it was a small number of kids (actually due to travel and colds, only two, was expecting five) - both his choice. It was Viking themed. Vikings as in the original pirates before guns were available. For arts and crafts they made a treasure map and weapons (shields, axes, spears, oars). For the activities, they played in a viking ship I made from Norman shipping boxes (photos later, but the sail was a matching table cloth to the dinner paper plates which made the shields!). They wore tunics of brown with gold belts, viking helmets and I sent them on a treasure hunt from our apartment, to the doormen, to the basement (where they had to find a clue in one of the dryers in the laundry and back to our apartment). For food, like vikings, all with their fingers; fried chicken legs, corn on the cob and Pringles. The cup cakes tasted great. Really the best ever. But instead of looking like vikings they looked like odd shaped Teddy bears. The Big Boy LOVED it! so for him, its about the event, the activities, the breaking from the norm. And if he only has one friend there for the whole time, well, that's perfect! Amazing.

Norman just got picked up as a smart toy for value in the New Jersey Ledger, that sent rising sales higher this weekend. Which is great. Overall, I'm not totally on my target (which was a bit of a day dream), but the reality is that he is moving and there is nothing to complain about. Also about half the orders are doing the toy/book combo, which really makes me happy. I'll be able to buy another couple Smiles with Smile Train this week and Nanny care with Half the Sky!

Norman has also been doing well with "ThingNeverKnewExisted.com" it is a catalog of silly things but they are moving my man, which makes me happy.

I need to start the year focusing a bit more on consulting, which is hard. But I had three paying gigs for the fist time in several weeks, last week. And one more before year end.

We've decided its time to close my husband's office. He is a talented film maker, but the cost of the office vs. working from home just doesn't make sense at this point. There were growing pains in the decision making. And I'm expecting more discomfort as the reality actually sinks in. I don't mind working from home, and frankly do not have enough time in my day. But I don't think he'll be accustomed to the work flow and interruptions that happen around here. Of course, this also means some major cleaning, rearranging and selling of furniture to make it all happen, which is going to be interesting.

So, I want to write some fun stuff next time, such as what I love about the holiday (P.S. Went down to the in-laws for Thanksgiving and had a GREAT time), what recessionary items are on my mind (people lost, people gained, and things I no longer do) as well as Things the kids are teaching me (I still need to learn so much!!!).

So, I hope to not disappear for weeks, but it is the last big push of Norman before the holidays. Best to you all!

Happy Anniversary to me!

So one year ago today my group was called into a conference room and told that we would not have jobs, that we needed to pack up and be out within an hour, that we would not be receiving our contracted pay. WOW!

I've not known a year to fly by so fast. It is so long ago, I almost don't remember what life was like getting on the subway every weekday morning. Missing the warm summer afternoons in the park, missing the snow days with sledding. Yet, it seems like yesterday and I'm still at the very beginning of this adventure I've started.

Today I lifted 1.1 tons, 2,2187 lbs, literally! and it felt good! It was my second run of Norman, all 91 boxes were lifted by me and distributed to all the hiding places I found around the apartment (OK "hiding" might be too strong of a word, but places where they wouldn't stop our general movements).

This week I completed my 5th trade show, representing the product, and had our greatest success to date - Norman will soon be appearing in the National Zoo in Washington DC, as well as in the Ohio Caverns! I finally meet with a book keeper who's going to help me organize it all. I'm meeting with girlfriends tonight. And I made ham and cheese crepes with the boys this morning.

I am consulting, running a business, and frankly happy. I wish there was more time for working, working out, cooking, eating and sleeping. I wish it was summer all the time. But you know what... one year later... I am making it happen and having fun!

A year ago, I was even in a very different place as a mother. The Little Man had only been with us for a few months, and I thought I was losing my mind. Adoption transition was not easy. I was still thinking I had made a mistake. But now, I have two loving boys that both have their moments, but are making me a stronger person every day.

My first goal was to launch the businesses. My goals for the next year are huge, but again I feel like they are possible. I face challenges and fears daily. There are days that are hard to get out of bed (well, there were last month). And how I push through not only amazes me, but inspires me to keep going.

And do I miss it? Wall Street, being a desk job, or even the work.... NO!!! I've got such more exciting and interesting things to think about, work on, move that I can't wait to see what this next year brings. What a difference a year makes. What an opportunity was handed to me by my old Wall Street employer. yeah, I'll have more than one cocktail tonight.

Rambling thoughts

Or maybe more apt, learning about myself.

Tonight I'm in a hotel, sorry, no a motel, room in the South. I can see light around the frame of the door, and hear the freeway louder then when I was driving (because of course the car doors seal when closed). I'm on the second floor, with a deadbolt lock and a chain. Its a Best Western. And it kind of suits me.

I haven't staid in budget hotels since I was a kid. When I was a kid we traveled via car everywhere and often with a trailer. I liked the trailer. But sometimes we stayed in a motel and "snuck" the dog in.

It's funny, but I kind of like the freedom. I don't have to keep it clean. I don't have to answer to my hubby or kids. And the internet access is free so I'm writing a bit and catching up on emails. If hubby was here, he'd be complaining about the mildew smell, the traffic volume and the lack of room service. He would not be able to sleep, he'd work up an asthma attack from anxiety and blame it on the mildew. I love him, but staying here without him is good.

They have a free breakfast of cold cereal and tea/coffee, that I quite like. Hubby would hate it. I think the boys would love it as you have to turn a crank for the cereal to come out. I think the boys would never know it was a dump, but view it as an adventure. Frankly, I don't think they care where we are as long as we are together (lesson about 100,000 that they are teaching me).

Today was day two of a trade show where I am selling Normans. It was a good day! Norman will be selling in zoos in Buffalo NY, North Carolina, and one in Virginia among other gift shops in the south east that are buying. It thrills me, but the real icing on the cake is that they are buying the books too! Yes, check out www.phartephant.com, the book is now available. The zoos are loving the story. And eventually I will get photos of the book up on the site. I'd been waiting, as I was sold out of Normans, but I got the call today and the shipment is scheduled for Wednesday, so I'm back in supply. YEAH!

I went to a Wal Mart for the very first time. Yes, I'm over 40 and this was my first visit. First of all it was huge! Second of all, the shopping carts were huge! Third, I was the only on buying yogurt and tangerines. (My room has a fridge the size of a shoe box - I LOVE it!); implying the other shoppers were, well, huge. I was shocked by the number of choices for everything. An entire isle of cereal, which by itself was the size of the typical crunched-for-space grocery to which I go. But the box sizes were all family size, which I just couldn't justify for only me. (LOVE the free breakfast here at the Best Western!)

But as I walked the store, like a deer caught in headlights unable to look away and run to the door, I was amazed by the quality of the stuff. Yeah the prices are low, but the product is going to fall apart quickly. Mind you I had to check out the toy section due to Norman. They had plush toys without sound for $1-19 each. They had plushes that had electronics for $35. But all was lesser quality than my Norman ($25). No worries, you will not be finding Norman at Wal Mart or any other major chain in the near term! Also, no wine, the Wal Mart (and me) are in a dry county! I didn't even know these existed outside of Utah.

I did buy the boys matching hunting ski masks of bright orange for $3/each. Hubby will be horrified, but I think its a bit hilarious, and I think the boys will LOVE them, further horrifying hubby, which further makes them glorious.

But walking through Wal Mart, you see a slice of America that might not be good. We are so fixated on having "things" that we buy crap in bulk. It would be better to buy a better made product, but less of them, at a higher price, in my mind, than buying stuff that falls apart, in reality 'wasting' those few dollars spent. And let's not start talking about health care. let's just say I'm a fan of health care, not illness therapy.

Oh, more shocking news, for this trip I'm driving. Yeah, I do have a drivers license. I just haven't had a car for almost 20 years now! So honestly, I'm not a great driver. But hey, I'm in the South, I fit in! Catch this... I'm driving a PT Cruiser! Isn't that awesome!

I'm enjoying driving the 2.8 miles from my motel to the trade show. Again showing my NYer side, in NYC there are limited restaurant chains, between my hotel and the site there are like 30 chain restaurants. From the Pancake house, to Shones, to Taco Bell, Olive Garden, Red Lobster, Ruby Tuesday, Outback Steakhouse, and more. There is also a museum of muscle cars, a go cart track, put-put golf, and the "Evil Kenevil Harley Davidson". I LOVE it. I did walk over to the Outback for dinner. It was kind of clear by how people gasped when they saw me, most people don't choose to walk. But the chicken wings were totally worth the walk!

So I may be a NYer, I may LOVE living in NYC, but can I have fun here where everyone has accents and a shocking number of people are missing teeth... YES! I miss the kids, but if I do this show next year, I am definitely bringing them to this amazing piece of hillbilly heaven and showing them that mommy does drive!

Could I be a Type A mom?

I really have never thought of myself as a type A mom. There are so many things I really am not very good at.... the whole patience thing for one, dealing with an abundance of snot (the preschool teachers have already noted that my kids know how to blow their own noses, and cleanly), and don't get me started on potty training (I figure they'll figure it out before college).

But this week is teaching me a bit about myself. After a slight cold last week, which always pushes me down emotionally and slightly behind professionally, this week is frightening. I feel good. I have two consulting gigs - YEAH! I'm sold out of Normans and just yelled at my manufacturer as they are now 4 weeks late; supposedly they docked in New Jersey today, but if you know anything about New Yorkers, we believe New Jersey is as far as the North Pole. I have a few, but I can't make my wholesale orders! But, this is actually a good problem to have.
I'm leaving for a trade show on Thursday; this is a good one, in the Smokey mountains, in the hills of Kentucky - I'm actually renting a car and driving 2 hours from the closest airport. This show caters to; museums, zoos, aquariums, and "caves". Love the caves, I so hope I get a cave buyer just so I can say Norman is selling at "caves"!

The hubby is directing a play Saturday night, which means he's had rehearsals for the last two weeks and all this week in the evenings which lets me have the boys to myself (also read, get the kids on schedule with no major interruptions).

The sitter went to visit her mom for a week. Her mom is not well, so this is an important trip. However, after the scare last week, I think it is really important for her to reconnect with family.

The Little Man is now going to preschool from 9 am to noon five days a week and then six 45 minute therapy sessions in the afternoons on top of preschool - I must say, he's doing well and LOVING therapy! The Big Boy is in school from 8:45 to 2:30 pm. No extra curriculum activities.

So when I noticed there was a birthday party for the Big boy to attend on the east side of town (we live on the west, and frankly it is easier to get uptown or downtown than over to the east side), I started juggling to see how we could make it all happen. I mentioned to one of the other sitters, if she took the Little Man to play with her youngest charge, I could take the two older boys to the party. She informed me that while the party was for a kid in the class, neither of the boys actually played with the little girl much and it is a pain to get to the east side and back, we should just skip the party.

WOW. What a great and simple solution! And really he goes to like 50 parties a year. Have I really become a Type A parent? It is always good to be reminded that being invited doesn't mean you HAVE to attend. I have to go now, I'm going to write a thank you note to the mom who I don't know to thank her for inviting us to the party of her child whom I don't know, and that I would love to have a play date sometime and get to know them, but the party just didn't work out for us this time!

Oh, I have to find time to post on Halloween at some point. It was really fun this year. And one of the Big boys preschool teachers, a man, dressed as the King of Ferries - It works on so many levels for the NY crowd!

Losing my mind - and not in small pieces

On my list of one thousand things I need to do today is to update the blog. It is not that I don't want to write, its just been crazy here. And not for any specifid reason, just taking 3 days unplugged really gets me behind.

I've had a few really down days, just the overwhelming of all that is on my shoulders, but I'm better today. I'm going to schedule an GYN visit, I think its perimenopause - really not kidding! that bad! Next week I'm off to the smoky mountains of Tenesse next Thursday for 6 days, big trade show. Oddly I need the time away. I have to start nailing down my direction so I'm not pulled every direction, for example, right now I'm blogging when I should be trying to complete some consulting work so I can bake the cookies I promised school for tomorrow and at the same time drafting a press release for the book (Norman) which is out, but I can't send the press release until I take the book photos. Yeah Don't forget a trip to the liquor store!

On Disney - It was great, it was hell. Don't ever try to manuever around disney with a 3 and a 4 year old by yourself when you are all hot and hungry. To solve the hot, ran in a building that had food. Feed the boys. All went better from there! At some point I'll load photos and more thoughts but here's a bit:
- they loved Mickey Mouse gave him hugs and kisses but refused to get near Minnie Mouse.
- it was awesome to meet my cyber friends which are my orphanage family.
- I think the Little Man remembered some of his friends. He clearly plaid favorites.
- The Big boy loved his new friends, and want to see them again tonight.
- I think the mommies need more bonding time; guess what it is impossible to have a conversation with your children in the room.
- I think daddy needs to babysit more.

So, off to do my work, start cookies, and the photo, well, that will have to wait another day!

Family, or some facsimile

When you have a child, you start a family. When you adopt, you become a family AND you become part of a village.

A village that sneaks up on you in the middle of the night. A village of courageous, child hungry people, that have some inkling of really understanding what you are feeling even when you are lacking the right words to express it, and even if they are not feeling the same thing at the moment.

Sometimes it is an invisible village, of connections across continents, states, or worlds. Sometime it is the neighbor next door, or the preschool teacher who shares her story. But while invisible, it is there, it is palatable, and when called upon it steps forward.

There are friends, there are work friends, there are work out buddies, but there is just separate stratum of emotion and bond for my mommy friends and my adoption-mom friends. We stop worlds for one another, we move mountains, and we don't even have to talk regularly.

Tomorrow I take a leap. I'm spending 3 days with four families that share an amazing bond. We have photos of our children together in an orphanage. We live across the country. We have differing religious beliefs, economic realities, family make-up, and style. But we have something in common, a process that chose us to find one another, and we took the call once found to keep it going. So we are gathering.

And on the eve of our gathering, it feels like I'm getting ready go be with family.

I'm not blogging this weekend. Talk to you on Monday.

Nature

It is that time of the year when our annual visit from the lady bugs start.

I don't know, its just soothing that they view us as a regular visit. It is calming, I mean really, it is not like a lady bug is intimidating.

On the side of our apartment that faces the park, it is also the side that gets the heating rays of the afternoon sun, the lady bugs swarm. Yesterday was the first noticeable day, we had about 50 in the kitchen and about 30 in the boys' room. They mostly hang by the windows, the curtains, the ceiling; but hardly ever do we find them more than 2-3 feet from the window. Of course, I also have the windows open. I expect today we'll have a couple hundred and by a week from now they are down to just 10-15.

It typically starts when the weather gets cold, but then warms up one last time in late October. And as long as I keep the windows open, we get to watch them migrate when the sun goes down; they fly back out the windows (except maybe one or two, but even these "old guys" stay near the window all night.

The boys like me to catch one for them and put it on their hands/arms. They are both gentle. It is funny though, that we've come to accept their presence and enjoy their annual visit. At least this year The Little Man isn't trying to eat them.

The boys mentioned it to the doormen and the doormen then asked if I wanted the exterminator sent up. I was shocked, why? They seem harmless and they leave at the end of the day. Given our doorman are island souls, they were totally cool with my choice, one even asked if he could come see them.

I'll try to remember to take a photo this afternoon. After yesterday, its good to look forward to an afternoon with the bugs.

What a day

I've had an interesting day. One, I really have no interest in reliving.

I had just sent the boys to school with the sitter, The groom had left for the gym, I'm in my pajamas, still in glasses (not contact lenses), when the sitter calls me crying. She is laying on the ground and has been hit by a car, the kids are fine, she's in pain. I tell her to start screaming at people to call 911, and I run out the door, down the street, in my pajamas.

She was only a couple blocks from our house and a block from school. Which means, people know us. People were with her, the police were there, the ambulance was pulling up, the nanny mafia had my children a safe distance away. She was clearly in shock, and worse, intimidated and afraid of people in authority, left unable to talk.

I'm an aggressive soul, I usually have no problem telling people what to do and taking charge, but when it comes to police, they really don't want a woman in her pajamas with bad breath, who is panting from running, telling them what to do. But yeah, we marched forward and they let me ride in the ambulance even though I wasn't "family" (really we are, it's just not by blood, and boy do I understand that).

The nanny network got the kids to school. This is something us city souls come to rely on, but the nanny network is faster than twitter. Many believe there is an invisible bond between souls (a red thread), but the nanny network, it is not invisible, you need not be family, it is just there. And I've come to trust it and thank its existence more times then countable.

Thank god at the ER we got a young female Latino doctor. I think an aggressive man poking and prodding would have put her in a coma (note - my sitter is Muslin, so I thank Allah it was a woman helping her undress). Who knows what kind of rage that would have brought out in me. But the little Latino, with hoop earrings, a head band, and half my age was what we both needed.

Tonight, I'm glad it all worked out. I'm glad she is fine - no broken bones, just bruises and more bruises likely to come in the next few days. The boys are fine, they tipped over, they were the talk of preschool and want to talk about it tonight. But they are fine.

And oddly, another opportunity for me to examine the definition of love and family. blood/genetics just doesn't count.

Real Life

Today a girlfriend called and asked if we could meet tonight. Of course, I said yes. It was great to see her, but I knew she needed to talk about something. It took awhile for the issue to present itself, but guess what, it wasn't anything that I hadn't grappled with myself. But it reminded me, we are more powerful as a collective than as an individual.

I had had a "bad" day today. Just bummed about stupid stuff, nothing important, and have a girlfriend over was the catalyst to getting me to finally take a shower today at 5 pm. Yes, I know that is a bit sad, but it was rainy and cold today, and I was down about not having a Norman sell after having the best week ever last week.

I also don't mean to trivialize her concerns. They are/were real, and an important part of her life at the moment. The provided the opportunity for me to pull myself out of my own pile of insecurities. And sorry that she was used in such a way. But grateful to be used as a sounding board.

None of us walk the planet in isolation. And I think we forget it a lot. Every magazine cover, article, news reel tells us how we should be better in 20 different ways. But, every issue I've ever faced, if I talked to enough people about it I eventually found someone who had been there and could tell me, "You too will survive." It is really amazing to me how consumed I can get about my own world, but then have the startling realization that I am not the first to blaze down a path. Not the first to feel like their world is collapsing, or even not as bad, the first to feel like things are just off balance enough to not feel any level of comfort.

I listened to my girlfriend. And I am an ok listener. I'm not great. I always have trouble not offering my opinion or sharing a story of when I was in a somewhat similar circumstance. But the one thing I know, is the feelings she shared are real. I don't have to lie. Her feelings are real. And maybe that was all she needed to know.

I'm so blessed to have people in my life that will listen. I'm even more blessed to have people that need to be listened to, as they bring up the issues I may have missed.

Tonight, I just want to tell everyone to talk more. Be honest about your feelings, and I promise, even though you may have to tell more than two people, you are unlikely to be alone. If all else fails, tell me. I'm here. I try my best to be a good listener, even though I know I could be better.

Shift in Perspective

As I sat in the pizza parlor at 2:30 this afternoon having a slice, singing along to an old Donna Summers song, I thought, "Who are these other people? Do they also work from home, creating silly worlds and marketing their products? Do they have ambitions to change the world? Are they making it happen, or are they just starting out like me?

Then I realized that a year ago I would have thought, "Don't these people have jobs? Why are they here at 2:30 in the afternoon?"

It is all just a huge shift in my reality.

Cooking under the Influence

This amazingly is a double entendre. Cooking while or after drinking, cooking inspired by the cries of whinny children.

Today the boys had a play date at a friends and the nanny of the friend would not let them eat a piece of a "beautiful" Halloween cake on the counter. As my sitter told me, "it had too much S-U-G-A" in it. Yes, my sitter only has a fourth grade vocabulary, but I work through her spellings - She is awesome with the kids and I trust her instinct if not her vocabulary.

So, anyways, the boys wanted to make a cake. This went fine, except they insisted on making a Halloween-pumpkin cake to show the nanny. We have no pumpkin shaped-tin. We have no pumpkin on hand. But I can make a yellow cake with lots of extra food coloring, I can make chocolate frosting, and yes, I still have little pumpkin sprinkles left from last year. So on with a not so pumpkin, pumpkin cake. All is well.

We make the cake. We get it in the oven. We get it out. We head to bath time.

Here's the problem. Daddy comes home while boys are in bath and surprises me with a martini. Of course, I don't wont to offend and drink it!

But what happens next. The sloped tier of the cake somehow ends up on the bottom of the layers. The frosting on top is uneven. The sprinkles, well the are adequately sprinkled on the cake, the counter top, the floor.

Does it taste good. Yes!
Do we have something to show off to the Nanny? Yes!
Do I care that there are sprinkles on the floor? No!

age check

So today I'm buying a few items at the grocery. As the gal rings up the stuff I say smiling, "Look I remembered by reusable bag today!"
She says, "Yeah, my mom forgets hers all the time too."
No longer smiling.

My dirty little cooking secret.

Just like every other mother on the planet that has walked through a grocery store, I see the headlines. We are a fat nation. We are a fat nation getting fatter. And I think, “not on my watch, not my family!” I know a polyester-saturated fat is a no-no (along with polyester wearing in general). I've read up on grass-feed vs. grain-feed animals. I want to be human to our four legged friends. I don’t need any more corn in our diet than that we can bite off a cob.

I am convinced I can to feed my family "healthy" food, in portions that wouldn't stuff an elephant. Believing that if I keep the changes subtle and don’t actually tell them of the mission I’ve accepted, it might work! However, once in the trenches, it is harder than I expected. With two toddlers and a husband that believes every meal should be worthy of a Michelin star, there are a few restrictions on what my family will actually eat.

Basically nothing green should be on their plate. Thinking I might be able to desensitize the boys, I started with food coloring. I explained that there is kitchen magic, showed them the bottles, and we ate rainbow-colored eggs for breakfast for a week (yes, inspired by 'green' eggs and ham). However, it turns out my boys have a great instinct about when it is food coloring and when it could actually be an item that is intrinsically green. Instead of not sounding an alarm when a green “thing” is on their plate, I ended up staining our dish towels, which really makes me wonder how healthy is the food coloring?

I pureed vegetables so there would be no chance of, "mommy, pick it out." But that too failed, leading to all my food presentations becoming suspect for a time. And, I think we are all happy not to have a baby food for dinner.

The general idea of ‘whole grain’ is lost on my family. The boys don’t like seeds or nuts in their food. Picking off sesame seeds of a bun tries my patience. And after telling the sunflower seeds were mouse turds –in a moment of mommy insanity where I thought it might appeal to their gross side– they won’t touch them. Let alone show any interest in bread that "looks dirty".

But these comments, this ridiculous snobbery, it doesn't faze me. I march on. I'm on a mission to make us all healthier as long as I'm still the meal planner, the grocery shopper, lead provider of food for this household. I bought smaller plates to make the portions look bigger. This worked; no one noticed. YEAH! I've included the boys in the cooking so they'll have greater interest in tasting their creations. This kind of worked; at least they are touching vegetables.

Then I discovered vegetarian cooking.

If you want to find great ways to spice up veggies, then vegetarian cookbooks it is! This is not your Betty Crocker overly sauteed limp no longer white cauliflower. This is Indian spices, amazing flavors that jump on the tongue and slow cooked veggie soups that scent the air. This is meatless meatballs, meatloaf and hamburgers that are actually tasty if you slather on BBQ sauce to hide evidence of vegetable involvement.

Now having moved into vegetarian cookbooks for 'healthier' choices and not to actually become a vegetarian... I found... on a dark cold night when I wanted to use up left over chicken fingers in the fridge... and after a glass of wine because I needed it… if you want really great tasting healthy meals... this is so ghoulish, but it even kept my husband from complaining... go ahead, add the meat.

I may be sinning against the great vegetarian cookbook rules, I may be banned from all vegetarians outlets from here hence forward, but I tell you, add the meat. The kids loved the new flavors. My husband was surprised at having new tasty choices on the table. And I just didn’t think it was respectful to let all the shrimp, chicken and ground beef in the freezer go to waste.

Poopie

Today the Little Man walked in my office from playing quietly with the train track in the other room and announced happily, "I have poopie."
So I said, "Wow, Where did it come from?"
He said, "My bottom."

So much for the anatomy lessons.

Update, in brief, on everything

Foot - I went to the gym with my ankle wrapped yesterday. It was good to go, I ache all over, and no, I did not jump. It was oddly unsatisfying to not be able to give it my all, but I don't want to go back to crutches.

Preschool - Both boys are going and seem to love it, except at that one moment when who ever is dropping them off tries to leave. I like their teachers and have volunteered to do Halloween cookies in both classes.

Little Man therapy - I met with the judge yesterday. Besides being a handsome guy, he was generous. So now I'm off to the agency to get speech, physical and vocational therapy going! Yeah!

Big Boy - He has suddenly become interested in all things athletic. He has a skate board, wants a scooter, is dribbling a basket ball, has gone hiking with friends and loves it all. Mind you he also recently went to two wheels on his bike. Yeah, I have helmets, pads and band aides of every shape and size around the house.

Norman - He is moving! I'm down to my last 6 boxes at the house, but there is a half container heading this way from China. I was on ABC World News Now, and Fox Business Network. Go to www.PhartEphant.com to see clips. They actually are funny to me! Retail locations also listed on the site; we are now in over 20 stores in the US and Canada.

Book - Don't get too excited, I'm self-publishing, but it is going great. I signed off on the picture book with the printers today. I'm not happy with the coloring book, but I think I know how to fix it, so hopefully we'll do final sign off on that next week. I've ordered clear bags that can become a gift bag option for the retailers which will include a Norman, a book (picture or coloring) and crayons. I hope to have this ready for my next trade show November 5th! Amazingly, book #2 illustration work has begun.

New characters - two of Norman's friends have gone into prototype stage. Drawings are done and the factory is starting patterns. Goal to have prototypes locked down for the Toy Fair Trade Show in February.

My Writing - clearly got shelved for a bit. But I'm starting to get ideas again and look forward to exploring some silly topics soon. I think not exercising and all the work, work, got me off. But I hope to write more.