Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Welcome home Vincent...

Such an interesting week. Our little Vincent, due date September 20th, arrived August 22nd. Let me tell you what a surprise that was! We are led to believe however that his due date was not accurate, by several weeks. As it's something we've suspected throughout most of the pregnancy. He was a healthy 7lbs. 9 oz. and 19" long. Had he stayed in to term the little fella might have been able to walk out!

Vincent is a little dream. He is a piece of perfection I never thought would be. I am so glad that he is. He is serene and peaceful and only really fusses when he needs something. It's a pleasure to take him out and show him off. Tony and I are making a point to not become reclusive home-bodies. We need to maintain some semblance of a social existence. For our benefit as well as Vincent's. Of course, mommy can't wait to start working out again! A couple more weeks and I may be able to see where that can go.

Tony and I are not finding the transition to parenthood difficult at all. We have gracefully accepted the changes and have moved into them with a fluidity that I didn't know I had in me. It's strange too the paternal triggers that are set in motion. My "mama bear-ness" pokes it's head out occasionally and it's a bizarre feeling. We are happy to pass Vincent around and let others bask in his brand-new glow. But I feel that watchful eye opening. Such a strange feeling for the natural way of things to grow inside of me like a giant dahlia demanding every drop of sunlight it can get at.

I love you Tony. I love you Vincent. Thank you for being such amazing people in my life. It would not be complete without you. Either one of you.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

A Day at a Time

Things finally seem to be moving in a productive direction. Tony and I are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son, Vincent, expected sometime in September.

For the past month and a half or so we have been working at the Eugene Saturday Market, building our reputation and our points. We have found a niche for my creative balloons that seems to have gone over quite well. I am excited to finally be involved in the market and to be "out there." Even if only for balloons.

At home I am finding snippets of time to work on my illustrations. I am creating a portfolio that will become a line of greeting cards one of these days not to far into the future. I have a desire like I've never known before that is driving me, that refuses to let me just lie down and accept what life hands to me. I am not one for accepting such things. You've got to make it happen in your life. No one else will do it for you and sitting about complaining won't do a thing but to drive those around you crazy! It is in my unhappiness with my nine-to-five and my desire for more time with my son at home that I am pushing myself this year in ways I haven't pushed before. It's an awesome feeling. The feeling of possibility, that feeling of, "wow, this can really be something big someday." It's incredible and it fuels my desires. I refuse to drift through this life day-dreaming and regretting and wondering that age old wonder... what if? Not for me. I've seen it happen out there. I've seen others succeed. I know it can be done. Why can't it be me?