fynn

last day of school

feeling a bit fragile today.  not sure what it is.  very very glad to have c here, she always gets my feelings to the surface.  one kid finished first grade today, the other finished being a ‘ladybug’ and his first year of preschool.  very little sleep last night.  facing a summer of no childcare, but lots of work to do to keep things afloat.  have to work out a time-share with m on the days he’s not working.  almost burst into tears when thinking of the boys getting to see grambie next month, tho it will be very very short and she probably won’t remember much as it’s going to be chaos with a big family wedding.  rain for 2 weeks means hardly any sun.  almost everything feels like it’s in limbo.  i think we have a front-room tenant(s) starting in august, yay!!! not sure what to do for july.  still have r here but he knows he’s out if we get someone in.  owes a month, about to owe two.  not feeling the yay today, feeling very introspective but not depressed.  just needing to get it out.  i imagine that will happen tonight.  i hope so.

today, in pictures.  stops just before i got to see Douglas after school, when i met up with him at the park with his friends, in jeans and nothing else, soaking wet and gleeful.  another good day.

fynn had a performance at school, followed by pizza at the park.  i wasn’t feeling like being social, sadly, and kept to myself pretty much. 

circle time performance, singing

watchers

ladybugs

sweet melissa

see kai run

showing dad the medal

rather apt

juice boxes are coveted

and abandoned for popsicles  (did i mention i love redheads?  i have a slew of pics of this delicious one)

 

Fynn's School Pix

Fynn had his first ever professional portrait taken at school earlier this spring, and a handful of the results are below.  I was pretty happy with them : he reacts differently to someone other than Michael or I, which I love.  The last one was the one they chose to get printed.   Not sure I dare cut that hair on his birthday.  I think I’ll leave it up to him. 

I love that I sent him in a dirty shirt :).  I guess it’s no surprise he’s mistaken for a girl 90% of the time people comment on him.

tired

… of the most difficult logo client ever.  20+ designs, and not even one comment!  just “none of these work”.  rather frustrating is putting it mildly

… of the housemate

… of interruptions during the few hours i have to work each week (sans kids).  some are of my own making, others are just life, and it’s hard to see the time slip by and know it will have to be made up late at night, when my brain is mush and I’m resenting not being able to relax at all.

… of thinking I see Dominic in every window

… of just plain being tired

then again, to drag myself into some better perspective, i’m thankful for

… one real night of sleep this week, averting a nasty cold, and waking up feeling actually refreshed.  how novel!

… having work to do

… sunshine today, and boys healthy enough to enjoy it

… perfect shoes for D at my favorite resale shop, better looking and fitting than the ones I destroyed in the dryer yesterday

… a good friend coming tomorrow to visit, and the prospect of flea-market-window-shopping without tired kids in tow

… getting to meet a bunch of local bloggers last night

… having F’s art (above) appear in the NY Times online yesterday

… having a comfy bed to crawl into.  stat.

The last time he painted

gave him watercolors to paint with, had my back turned … got this. 

immediately after scrubbing him off in the bathroom, he said he had to poop. I left him climbing onto the toilet. I returned a few minutes later to red nail polish on his toes, fingers, fingernails, and doorframe, with gold polish poured on the floor.

Not one shred of remorse.  It was picture day.  Thankfully, it was also after school.