Posts Tagged ‘wordful wednesday’

An Artist in Training.

In the days before Tori was born, and in fact for many months afterward, Brian had a mantra of sorts. “Be a lawyer. Be an engineer. Be a doctor.  Just don’t major in liberal arts,” he’d whisper to her.

He’d talk about how we needed to buy her chemistry sets and teach  her math and make sure she was friends with all the smart kids. Anything to steer her away from the artistic tendencies that are no doubt all over her genome.

Through it all I’d smile and roll my eyes, knowing full well that we’ll ultimately let Tori be anything she darn well wants to be.

And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Brian began to change his tune. When she began to show a passing interest in music, Brian hauled my old electronic keyboard out of the garage and together they’d spend hours (well, okay minutes. We are talking about an infant’s attention span here) making “music.”

Soon, he was talking about the budding virtuoso we had on our hands.

And when she started coming home from daycare with paintings? Daddy puffed up with pride. He examined each one, eventually proclaiming that Tori has an actual Style.

“See how she uses textures?” he’d exclaim. “And the circles, they’re concentric!”

Shortly thereafter, he dug out his own oil paints, built an easel and started painting again. He insisted it was for his own enjoyment, but I know there’s a little part of his brain excited to teach her about the art he loves.

And sure enough, this was the scene in his “art room” on a recent Sunday morning. Tori had discovered his easel, and wanted to paint. But since oil paints and toddlers don’t mix, Brian went to the garage to find his old acrylics and sorted through it, looking for bottles she could paint with.

Finding the right paints.

Creating the perfect palette for our budding artist.

Painting together

Before long, Daddy and baby were creating masterpieces together.

Daddy and Tori painting

Now that's what I call quality time.

I think it’s time we admitted to ourselves that we don’t know how to raise an engineer. But a piano-playing, oil-painting writer? That we can do.

This post was inspired by Alli n’ Son, who’s taking part in a month long challenge to capture those she loves on camera over at the Joy of Love. The post idea I’m borrowing asked her to catch her loved ones doing what they do. Go visit – her pictures are lovely.

Wordful Wednesday: An Ethical Dilemma

Before I had Tori, I swore up and down that I’d never enter her into any sort of modeling competition/beauty pageant/ain’t-my-kid-cute contest. I mean, I’ve seen Toddlers and Tiaras. That’s no life for a kid.

But she really is cute—people stop us to tell me so every time we’re out. Plus, she’s pretty photogenic—and a natural ham.

Enter American Baby’s  Cover Contest. The prize is a thousand bucks and a trip to NYC for a photo shoot. And I? Am tempted to enter (that’s a lot of bones for college). I’ve even gone so far as to choose pictures for this imaginary contest entry.

Check it out:

What do you think? Am I turning into one of “those” mothers? Should I just  forget I ever saw this contest advertised? Or should I go ahead and enter?

Lend me your wisdom, dear readers. And visit my talented friend Alicia at A Beautiful Mess for more Wordful Wednesday fun.

A Tale of Two Labor Days.

In the months leading up to Tori’s birth, Brian was a bundle of nerves, wondering what it would be like to be a dad – and even if he’d be any good at it. He worried about all the little things – his inexperience with changing diapers, his complete lack of knowledge about babies…everything.

But he was a complete natural. By Labor Day, he had the baby thing all figured out. And Tori? Had him wrapped firmly around her itty bitty pinkie finger.

Brian playing with itty bitty ATori

Fast forward a year and not much (other than everything)  has changed.  Brian’s still got a pretty good handle on things. Tori still has daddy right where she wants him.

Tori getting a ride in the sky.

And I? Am still madly in love with them both.

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