Friday, March 2, 2012

Weekend plans

Evalin has obviously chosen her attire this weekend...Who would have thought that pj's and high heels were so comfy together!



Have you read them?  Addicting really...I plan to finish the second this weekend.


Evi's room preview.  Check out this adorable photographer's website.  


 It has been a long, eventful week, so I'm excited to relax, read, and hang out with the family.  Enjoy yours!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dreaming of spring




We're getting there folks.  Daylight savings is just around the corner.  I am SO looking forward to later evenings and longer sunsets.  With spring comes a pair of these.  Which will you choose?

Monday, January 30, 2012

lovely florals








Unless you're from the Northwest, I'm not sure you can comprehend our "rainy season".  Let me tell you: it's long, it's dark, and it's wet.  My husband, who works in restoration, has been super busy with clients lately.  (You could say he's even happy with the weather forecast...)  I, on the other hand, detest the rain.  I spotted the above artist on Pinterest, and I have found myself revisiting her paintings throughout my dreary days.   You can view her lovely work here.   Enjoy!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Motherhood


The good mother is a great artist, ever creating beauty out of chaos.” 

~ Alice Randall

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Bedroom


How is your week going?  We're hanging in there ourselves.  Sometimes it feels like life is going WAY too fast.  Other times, I find myself bored, complacent,  and wishing for more.  Right now I'm learning the art of contentment.  My goal is to be present to the moment at hand, while also taking time to reflect daily on the blessings in my life.  I've been rereading "The Pursuit of God" by A.W. Tozer.  He wrote, "Complacency is a deadly foe of all spiritual growth".  Oh, the truth in that statement!  I hope I can take his words to heart this week.  I will be posting pictures of my room redo soon, but here is a little preview.  Stay tuned for the whole reveal.  

Monday, January 9, 2012

Weekend recap







This past Saturday we headed to the Portland Children's Museum.  Since moving here four years ago, my kids have loved going to the museum.  Despite the age gap in our girls, there seems to be enough variety for them.  Our membership definitely comes in handy during the long rainy months.  Next time you're in Portland I hope you have a chance to visit this magical place!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Thankful


 This morning I happened to glance at the blog Ohdeedoh and come across a room very familiar to me.  I'm honored to have been featured on their blog!  Check it out here.  Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Friday, January 6, 2012

The Beach


(via etsy)

It is days like today in Portland that I long to be under the above image. 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Camera Bag




I came across these darling camera bags by a company called Jo Totes. Aren't they the sweetest!?  Inside the tote is a compartment for your camera, lens, and misc. items.  I might be adding one of these to my Christmas list.  :)  Happy Wednesday!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Car



Oh yes, I have missed you.
Oh yes, I did drive a Volkswagen for a few years. 
Oh yes, the transmission did just die on it last week.  
Oh yes, I'm heartbroken to loose my charming car.
Oh yes, the charm has worn off.
Oh yes, I will now be driving a Honda minivan. 
Oh yes, humility is good.


In other news...
today and tomorrow only
50% off ALL sweaters and outerwear 
Which will you choose??  
A few of my favorites...







TGIF.









Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Parenting

                           

Below is an article that a dear friend recently sent to me.  I enjoyed it so much I wanted to share it with all of you.  I think the article defines a huge struggle we have as parents.  Sometimes I realize I can be too accommodating in the "choices" I give my children.  And so the question remains:  Where is the balance? 


How to Land Your Kid in Therapy


By LORI GOTTLIEB
THE IRONY IS that measures of self-esteem are poor predictors of how content a person will be, especially if the self-esteem comes from constant accommodation and praise rather than earned accomplishment. According to Jean Twenge, research shows that much better predictors of life fulfillment and success are perseverance, resiliency, and reality-testing—qualities that people need so they can navigate the day-to-day.
Earlier this year, I met with a preschool teacher who told me that in her observation, many kids aren’t learning these skills anymore. She declined to be named, for fear of alienating parents who expect teachers to agree with their child-rearing philosophy, so I’ll call her Jane.
Let’s say, Jane explained, that a mother is over by the sign-in sheet, and her son has raced off to play. Suddenly the mother sees her kid fighting over a toy with a classmate. Her child has the dump truck, and the other kid grabs it. Her child yells, “No! That’s mine!” The two argue while the other kid continues to play with the truck, until finally the other kid says, “This one is yours!” and tosses her child a crappy one. Realizing the other kid won’t budge, her child says, “Okay,” and plays with the crappy toy.
“Her kid is fine,” Jane said. “But the mother will come running over and say, ‘But that’s not fair! Little Johnnie had the big truck, and you can’t just grab it away. It was his turn.’ Well, the kids were fine with it. Little Johnnie was resilient! We do teach the kids not to grab, but it’s going to happen sometimes, and kids need to learn how to work things out themselves. The kid can cope with adversity, but the parent is reeling, and I end up spending my time calming down the parent while her kid is off happily playing.”
Jane told me that because parents are so sensitive to how every interaction is processed, sometimes she feels like she’s walking on eggshells while trying to do her job. If, for instance, a couple of kids are doing something they’re not supposed to—name-calling, climbing on a table, throwing sand—her instinct would be to say “Hey, knock it off, you two!” But, she says, she’d be fired for saying that, because you have to go talk with the kids, find out what they were feeling, explain what else they could do with that feeling other than call somebody a “poopy face” or put sand in somebody’s hair, and then help them mutually come up with a solution.
“We try to be so correct in our language and our discipline that we forget the true message we’re trying to send—which is, don’t name-call and don’t throw the sand!” she said. “But by the time we’re done ‘talking it through,’ the kids don’t want to play anymore, a rote apology is made, and they’ll do it again five minutes later, because they kind of got a pass. ‘Knock it off’ works every time, because they already know why it’s wrong, and the message is concise and clear. But to keep my job, I have to go and explore their feelings.”
Another teacher I spoke with, a 58-year-old mother of grown children who has been teaching kindergarten for 17 years, told me she feels that parents are increasingly getting in the way of their children’s development. “I see the way their parents treat them,” she said, “and there’s a big adjustment when they get into my class. It’s good for them to realize that they aren’t the center of the world, that sometimes other people’s feelings matter more than theirs at a particular moment—but it only helps if they’re getting the same limit-setting at home. If not, they become impulsive, because they’re not thinking about anybody else.”
This same teacher—who asked not to be identified, for fear of losing her job—says she sees many parents who think they’re setting limits, when actually, they’re just being wishy-washy. “A kid will say, ‘Can we get ice cream on the way home?’ And the parent will say, ‘No, it’s not our day. Ice-cream day is Friday.’ Then the child will push and negotiate, and the parent, who probably thinks negotiating is ‘honoring her child’s opinion,’ will say, ‘Fine, we’ll get ice cream today, but don’t ask me tomorrow, because the answer is no!’” The teacher laughed. “Every year, parents come to me and say, ‘Why won’t my child listen to me? Why won’t she take no for an answer?’ And I say, ‘Your child won’t take no for an answer, because the answer is never no!’”
Barry Schwartz, at Swarthmore, believes that well-meaning parents give their kids so much choice on a daily basis that the children become not just entitled, but paralyzed. “The ideology of our time is that choice is good and more choice is better,” he said. “But we’ve found that’s not true.”
In one study Schwartz and his team conducted, kids were randomly divided into two groups and then asked to draw a picture. Kids in one group were asked to choose a marker to use from among three; kids in the other group were asked to choose from among 24 markers. Afterward, when the pictures were evaluated by an elementary-school art teacher who did not know which group had produced which pictures, the drawings rated the “worst” were by and large created by kids in the 24-marker group. Then, in a second part of the experiment, the researchers had the kids pick one marker from their set to keep as a gift. Once the kids had chosen, the researchers tried to persuade them to give back their marker in exchange for other gifts. The kids who had chosen from 24 markers did this far more easily than those who had chosen from only three markers. According to Schwartz, this suggests that the kids who had fewer markers to select from not only focused better on their drawings, but also committed more strongly to their original gift choice.
What does this have to do with parenting? Kids feel safer and less anxious with fewer choices, Schwartz says; fewer options help them to commit to some things and let go of others, a skill they’ll need later in life.
“Research shows that people get more satisfaction from working hard at one thing, and that those who always need to have choices and keep their options open get left behind,” Schwartz told me. “I’m not saying don’t let your kid try out various interests or activities. I’m saying give them choices, but within reason. Most parents tell kids, ‘You can do anything you want, you can quit any time, you can try this other thing if you’re not 100 percent satisfied with the other.’ It’s no wonder they live their lives that way as adults, too.” He sees this in students who graduate from Swarthmore. “They can’t bear the thought that saying yes to one interest or opportunity means saying no to everything else, so they spend years hoping that the perfect answer will emerge. What they don’t understand is that they’re looking for the perfect answer when they should be looking for the good-enough answer.”
The message we send kids with all the choices we give them is that they are entitled to a perfect life—that, as Dan Kindlon, the psychologist from Harvard, puts it, “if they ever feel a twinge of non-euphoria, there should be another option.” Mogel puts it even more bluntly: what parents are creating with all this choice are anxious and entitled kids whom she describes as “handicapped royalty.”
As a parent, I’m all too familiar with this. I never said to my son, “Here’s your grilled-cheese sandwich.” I’d say, “Do you want the grilled cheese or the fish sticks?” On a Saturday, I’d say, “Do you want to go to the park or the beach?” Sometimes, if my preschooler was having a meltdown over the fact that we had to go to the grocery store, instead of swooping him up and wrestling him into the car, I’d give him a choice: “Do you want to go to Trader Joe’s or Ralphs?” (Once we got to the market, it was “Do you want the vanilla yogurt or the peach?”) But after I’d set up this paradigm, we couldn’t do anything unless he had a choice. One day when I said to him, “Please put your shoes on, we’re going to Trader Joe’s,” he replied matter-of-factly: “What are my other choices?” I told him there were no other choices—we needed something from Trader Joe’s. “But it’s not fair if I don’t get to decide too!” he pleaded ingenuously. He’d come to expect unlimited choice.
When I was my son’s age, I didn’t routinely get to choose my menu, or where to go on weekends—and the friends I asked say they didn’t, either. There was some negotiation, but not a lot, and we were content with that. We didn’t expect so much choice, so it didn’t bother us not to have it until we were older, when we were ready to handle the responsibility it requires. But today, Twenge says, “we treat our kids like adults when they’re children, and we infantilize them when they’re 18 years old.”
Like most of my peers, I’d always thought that providing choices to young children gave them a valuable sense of agency, and allowed them to feel more in control. But Barry Schwartz’s research shows that too much choice makes people more likely to feel depressed and out of control.
It makes sense. I remember how overwhelmed and anxious I felt that day I visited the parenting aisle at Barnes & Noble and was confronted by all those choices. How much easier things would be if there weren’t hundreds of parenting books and listservs and experts that purport to have the answers, when the truth is, there is no single foolproof recipe for raising a child.
And yet, underlying all this parental angst is the hopeful belief that if we just make the right choices, that if we just do things a certain way, our kids will turn out to be not just happy adults, but adults that make us happy. This is a misguided notion, because while nurture certainly matters, it doesn’t completely trump nature, and different kinds of nurture work for different kinds of kids (which explains why siblings can have very different experiences of their childhoods under the same roof). We can expose our kids to art, but we can’t teach them creativity. We can try to protect them from nasty classmates and bad grades and all kinds of rejection and their own limitations, but eventually they will bump up against these things anyway. In fact, by trying so hard to provide the perfectly happy childhood, we’re just making it harder for our kids to actually grow up. Maybe we parents are the ones who have some growing up to do—and some letting go.
As Wendy Mogel likes to say, “Our children are not our masterpieces.”
Indeed. Recently, I noticed that one of my patients had, after a couple of sessions of therapy, started to seem uncomfortable. When I probed a bit, he admitted that he felt ambivalent about being in treatment. I asked why.
“My parents would feel like failures if they knew I was here,” he explained. “At the same time, maybe they’d be glad I’m here, because they just want me to be happy. So I’m not sure if they’d be relieved that I’ve come here to be happier, or disappointed that I’m not already happy.”
He paused and then asked, “Do you know what I mean?”
I nodded like a therapist, and then I answered like a parent who can imagine her son grappling with that very same question one day. “Yes,” I said to my patient. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Friday, November 18, 2011

Soup


And so the rainy season has begun in Portland.  (I suppose it has never really ended...)  With the weather comes lots of soup recipes in our household.  This past week I made a yummy chicken noodle soup.  Below is the recipe.

Ingredients:
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 medium onion, chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, minced
  • 2 medium carrots, cut diagonally into 1/2-inch-thick slices
  • 2 celery ribs, halved lengthwise, and cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
  • 4 fresh thyme sprigs---which I didn't have on hand, so I  used a pinch of Italian spice
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 2 quarts chicken stock
  • 8 ounces dried wide egg noodles
  • 1 1/2 cups shredded cooked chicken
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
Directions:
In a large pot heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add the onion, garlic, carrots, celery, thyme (Italian spice) and bay leaf. Cook and stir for about 6 minutes, until the vegetables are softened. Pour in the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Add the noodles and simmer for 5 minutes until tender. Fold in the chicken, and continue to simmer for another couple of minutes to heat through; season with salt and pepper.  Enjoy!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Entertaining toddlers

This past week I got hit with some stomach bug.  I basically laid around for about 5 days because my stomach hurt so terribly bad.  Being sick and having three children do not go together.  Here's how Evi entertained herself.  She literally played like this for a few hours :)  I'm thinking one of these would be a great idea.






Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Halloween

My husband is amazing.  I left him with two out of three children last weekend.  I called him the eve of Halloween and told him we hadn't gotten costumes.  (That's how I roll people...)  He simply said, "I'll take care of it". Here are the results.  I love him.