Wednesday, July 3, 2013

You're a grand old flag!

Hard to believe it is already the 4th of July.  I knew June would go by in a flash and it certainly did.  What a jam packed month we had - end of school, Cameron's 10th birthday, and our big trip to Croatia.  It's weird to be on the other side of it all and I'm trying to use this week to regroup a bit.  Got through the 800 work emails awaiting my return and I guess I'm back where I left off from a work perspective - feels like I was never gone.  

The last two years we have been out of town for the 4th.  This year we will be at home which feels good.  I love this holiday and hope that the sun makes an appearance for the rest of the week.  Parades, BBQs and pool time are my priorities.  Also just good to be home and get some things done around here after our travels.  

Traveling overseas is one of my favorite things to do.  Our family has become quite good at it and it is fun to share the world with our boys.  But there is nothing better than being welcomed back to the US after a trip.  

I always think back to my Minisinger days in high school and the numerous patriotic performances we did throughout the summer.  I can't hear a song about America without silently playing out choreography or singing the words.  I also remember my speech I gave as part of our performances - helps me remember a portion of the preamble to the declaration of independence...

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Happy 4th and happy summer to all!  

Friday, June 28, 2013

Blog in a blog

This may be a faux pax but I am posting my vacation blog within my ongoing blog. What a great time we are having. Trips like this make the world seem a little smaller...

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Short pants/trashed supplies - Bring on summer!

Two full days and two half days left.  At that point my Kindergartner and 4th grader will be promoted to 1st and 5th graders.  Weird that Brandon will no longer be the "little guy" at St. Pat's. Onward and upward - Kindergarten you've been a blast.

Yesterday was the last day they climbed on the bus for the year.  Given we share the bus with the public school and they got out yesterday, our remaining days are filled with "it's so unfair how we have to go to school longer" comments.  

I spaced on the end of the year bus driver gift but recalled that we gave her a nice Christmas gift so I'm ok with that.  While I appreciate very much that she safely transports my kids to and from school each day the gift giving to everyone who you come in contact with can get a little out of control.  I figure my gift to her is two well behaved boys who didn't cause any catastrophes on the bus.  You're welcome, Miss Laurie.  Hope to see you next year, although Cameron is still holding out for Mr. Joe to make his come back on our route.  We'll see.  


Two big signs it's the end of the school year:  

1.  The uniform pants have either shrunk or the boys have grown - thinking it's the latter.  One visual queue of the growing that's occurred in the last nine months.  

2.  I always get a kick out of the transformation from the bright, shiny school supplies to what returns back home in June.  Signs of the season for sure...The long sharp pencils are now little nubs, some with teeth marks.  The markers are dried up and purple is gone.  The crayon paper is dingy and the ends rounded.  The pencil sharpener and pencil box have a big crack in them and the last pieces of loose leaf paper are rounded at the corners.  Glue sticks are all dried up and the erasers are no longer pink but a dingy black.  The first day jitters have worn into an every day routine.  The teachers are no longer a mystery and at this point everything that is going to be learned this year has been learned.  The 3 ring binder Cameron used this year is on it's very last leg.  We replaced it a couple times throughout the year as it was probably my favorite thing about 4th grade.  Every class had a tab and the binder went with him everywhere.  It is a great tool to teach organization.  He will even admit he has a way to go but the binder has helped us have a little more organized year.  I think I need a life binder...

Here's to the final countdown.  Good luck to Brandon today at his Olympic day.  Go Team Blue! 

Monday, May 27, 2013

Tradition of Honor

Memorial Day was always one of my favorite days in my hometown.  Those who don't know me likely don't have a lot of reason to know or have heard of Red Oak, Iowa.  And many don't know that in WWII Red Oak suffered more casualties per capita than any city in the United States.  This lead to an amazing tribute every year when the flags of service men and women who have died are dedicated and Evergreen Cemetery is lined in honor.  It is a beautiful sight and a vivid reminder of the cost of freedom.  

When I was in high school we could participate in hanging the flags as a service project.  I remember reading some of the names and the wars they served.  Some of the flags are very old while some are bright and brand new.  Each flag represents a life which give you goose bumps and a humble heart at the thought.  

I've never taken my boys but as they get older I would like to make a point to attend the ceremony in Red Oak and walk around the cemetery.  On a sunny day nothing beats the beauty of all the flags blowing strong in the breeze.  It is a quiet part of the world - one I'm proud to call home.  

Today is cold and rainy in Chicago but I am thankful for the fact that my sons can ride their bikes around our neighborhood, play with their friends, and enjoy freedom in our amazing country.  

God bless.  



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Just keep swimming - just keep swimming

I feel like I could use a Dory these days.  There is so much going on that, if I allow myself, I can become quite overwhelmed.  Work is nuts as it always is, boys have a lot going on with school, this bathroom/closet project is still underway, we are participating in our community garage sale this weekend and that's just what comes to mind.

From now until the end of June we are non-stop, topping it off with our family vacation to Croatia (countdown - 36 days).  So that's what is keeping me going.  Just get to Croatia...

When I start feeling like this I try to make myself take a step back and remind myself of the things I do well.  A funny one came to mind today.

By this point in the school year I have nailed the weekday morning routine.  My teammates still need some coaching along the way as we race the clock every morning in hopes of not missing the school bus.  Alarm goes off at 6:20 AM allowing for one snooze before we really need to move.  Cameron now has his own alarm and I enjoy hearing him stumble downstairs to get his breakfast.  By the time we are all downstairs and all have made their breakfast selections I am on to sandwich making.  PB&J for Cameron, ham and cheese for Brandon.  With minimal verbal interaction we make the side and snack selections.  Each meal is placed in it's designated pile for packing by the boys after they get dressed and groom themselves (please make sure you comb the back of your hair as well).

We each do our routines and while sometimes I sound like a drill sergeant in the final minutes, we stumble out the door and are on our way to the bus between 7:20 - 7:25 AM every day.  The actual time out the door will determine our final walking pace.

Any amount of good, bad and ugly can accompany this daily routine...misplaced library books, second try at washing mouths, missing shoe, last minute homework to be checked, check writing for some activity, Jupiter falling out of orbit in the paper mache solar system...a number of possible diversions.  But, we all function as a team and once we are out the door our day officially begins.  For the most part it works and we are good at it.

Soon we will have a break for summer then start up again in the fall.  This is one of the things that I enjoy most about my life right now, strange as that may sound.  I know it won't last forever and every year it will be a little different.  But these are the things that keep me going...simple as they may be.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

A simple and lovely chat

Today is my grandma's 93rd birthday.  93 - incredible.  I had to pull out a calculator to figure out, if I live that long, what year I'll hit 93...2063.  Seems unimaginable.  But I'm sure to her living in 2013 seemed pretty unimaginable when she was my age, which was in 1963.  I love to think about everything she's seen in her life and how, for the most part, she's doing very well for her years.  

The boys and I tried calling her a few times this evening but her line was busy.  The boys said, what's busy?  In a world of call waiting and other modern features, a busy signal is something they hadn't heard.  It cracked them up.  

So once we finally got through, I said, hello Mamoo, it's Syd.  Happy Birthday - you're pretty popular based on how long it took us to get through.  

She said she'd been celebrating the better part of the week with several lunches, coffees, singing at church and dinner out last night.  She said today she pretty much stayed in and answered the phone.  It all made me very happy.  The boys each spoke to her which couldn't have been sweeter, especially Cameron who has a heart bigger than any kid I know and speaks well beyond his years.  Like one old soul to another...

This is one of my favorite pictures with Mamoo.  It's in the basement of Mamrelund, aka, Mamooland, and I was sitting with my dress draped over the back of the chair.  She was downstairs with us and I'm so glad someone snapped this pic.  It always makes me smile.  She still does this too, she thinks one shouldn't look directly into the camera when someone is taking your picture.  Many a picture of Mamoo looking elsewhere.  

I'm glad we got to chat and hope we can next April 28th as well.  Cheers to Mamoo and her long and wonderful life!




Tuesday, April 23, 2013

You blink and you're 90...

Been awhile since my last post - mostly due to trying to keep this juggling act I know as my life in the air.

Our baby turned 6 which resulted in about a week long celebration - hey, why not?  We had an art party at the house the weekend before his birthday, then spent the following weekend in Florida. Between painting, coloring, plenty of sweets, swimming and fun in the sun I think he enjoyed himself and is off to a great start into his next year.  I try to make a birthday video for each of the boys to commemorate their last year and to keep a record of their major milestones.  Attached is Brandon's - I cry happy tears each time I watch - and love to look back at the old ones.  For me it's always so hard to picture my boys at any other age than where they are right now.  One of the reasons I think I take so many pictures...it will help me as I continue to lose brain cells.  



The title of my post comes from one of the movies I watched on my 9 hour flight back from London yesterday.  I'm sure some of my fellow passengers were a tad annoyed at my outbursts of laughter as I watched This is 40.  This movie was just what I needed yesterday and likely not one I would have watched had I not been looking for a way to pass several hours.  One of the lines, not even the best one, but an older lady said, "Oh, you're 40.  I remember 40 but then I blinked and I was 90."  It made me think of my grandma who will turn 93 later this month.  Such true words as I think about how quickly things move and how I try every day to make a difference.  Some better than others.  So thanks to that movie for giving me some timely perspective and a stomach ache from laughing.  I may need to own this one.  

So in other news Jim and I just got back from a quick trip to London to celebrate his 45th birthday.  Jim loves London - I do as well.  We are good at London.  This trip included a few bumps but nothing we couldn't take in stride - Saturday morning it was a very slow stride, but a stride nonetheless.  To some, what we did sounds crazy.  And it probably is crazy.  But I have accepted that we are crazy so there you go.  

We spent Friday night with our friends Rich and Amelia, a low key Saturday, then went to the burbs to visit the Tinkers on Sunday.  We enjoy navigating our way around the city, figuring out the train and tube schedules and routes, finding recommended restaurants, etc.  Our friend Rich owns a production company.  We decided if Cameron is ever going to make it with his film career, it will start with Rich.  You just never know where a friendship that started on a rooftop bar in London will take you...perhaps more to come one day.  

I said to myself a few weeks ago, if i can make it to the 23rd I can get a bit of a breather.  Here I am, breathing....turning my attention back to work and starting the wheels turning for Brandon's solar system project made out of recycled materials we'll be working on this weekend.  Life is good.  

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Blessings

I have many.  Inspired by Easter Sunday and the thought of starting with a fresh view.  Shedding the thoughts and things that bring me down and focusing on a fresh new season.  Giving thanks for everyone in my life and the life I've been given.

I had a very sweet surprise on Easter morning, serving as a great example of the good in my life. Saturday we were out and about as a family and we had to stop at the store before returning home.  Cameron asked me if he could look at the Easter cards.  He said he wanted to get a card for his friend.  Sure.  Clearly someone was feeling the Easter spirit - who can argue with that?  So we started to look over the cards and he picked a beautiful card but I wasn't quite sure it was the best fit for his buddy given the heavy floral content and long message.  I said, maybe we keep looking.  His was noticeably fidgety which isn't totally rare for Cameron and he said, well maybe I will get one for Rette.  I said, sure that's fine too.  Then he asked me if he could just look and dismissed me to the end of the aisle.  Watching him look and read the cards was very sweet. One he picked up and immediately put back because the inside greeting was so long.  He comes by that naturally.  

He emerged with a card and a corresponding yellow envelope and asked if I thought Dad would buy the card for him along with the other things he was buying.  I said, I'm sure he will.  

Early Easter morning I heard Cameron downstairs in the kitchen.  Jim went out for a jog and I was comfortably laying in bed for a few quiet moments before starting the day.  I heard footsteps come upstairs, go into the bathroom and started to hear the sounds of a 9 year old grooming.  He got dressed for church and went back downstairs.  When he heard me get up he came upstairs with a huge grin and told me when I was ready he had something for me downstairs.  He also said, go ahead and take your shower, no rush.  

In the meantime Jim came home and asked if I had been downstairs.  He asked if he could tell me and I agreed.  He whispered that Cameron had made breakfast for me and the card he'd picked out was for me.  It warmed my heart so much that I could have ended the day right then feeling nothing but blessed.  

I went downstairs to see my surprise and, again, the smile on Cameron's face truly lit up the room. I sat down and enjoyed my, by that time, cold toast with butter and glass of juice.  I read my beautiful card and stopped to take inventory of all that is good in my life.  Cold toast never tasted so delicious.  And I plan to keep the card forever and make a point to read it as a reminder of the beauty of childhood innocence and how we can all learn from simple acts of kindness.  I'm not sure what inspired Cameron to do this, but I am very proud of his kind gesture and hope that stays alive in him throughout his life.  

The rest of our day included going to mass - I might note I won the contest for closest guess to how long the service would last.  We went to breakfast then spent the day at home.  The boys played outside, we took our first bike ride of the season (although the cold, biting wind felt nothing like spring), we had an Easter egg hunt and ended with dinner.  

Sometimes it's easy to focus on what we wish we had or wishing things were different.  I am reminded once again there are many good things and people around me that make me happy.   

Happy spring - embrace the newness of the season!







Friday, March 29, 2013

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Which story do you prefer?

We are just back from a quick spring break trip to Phoenix.  We left Friday night and returned last night.  Kind of a whirlwind trip full of a bit of travel adventure (delayed flight, long security line, delayed bag, etc.)  Even with that we managed to escape our standard routine and were reminded how warm weather and sun feels.  We swam, floated on the lazy river, hiked up Squaw Peak and sat outside for as many hours as possible.

While we were there we also got to experience young Brandon losing his first tooth.  This thing had been nagging him for awhile and he became a bit obsessed with it.  Bottom front so it hurt to eat his bagel, pizza, any regular food - except ice cream - ice cream slid right down.  Outside of embracing a full on liquid diet I watched him become determined to get that thing out.  He wiggled it with his tongue, finger, napkin, anything that would move that little bugger.  We joked about "in the old days we tied a string to the tooth and a door knob" legends and all had a good laugh.  We reminisced about the tooth that seemed to hang by a thread in Cameron's mouth for what seemed like a good six months. Then, while sitting at dinner, Brandon just started yanking on it and didn't stop until it came out.  We celebrated, he swished with some water and we secured the tiny little tooth in my sunglass case for safe keeping.  

Discussions quickly turned to the tooth fairy - is it a he or a she?  How big is he/she?  Would the fairy find us in Phoenix?  Get the right hotel and room?  Much debate and the final decision was that the tooth would travel back to Chicago and be placed under Brandon's pillow where the fairy would know exactly where to find him for future tooth collecting.  He asked to see his tooth almost hourly and I knew that I could lose my entire purse, luggage, all electronics on our trip home but I COULD NOT LOSE THAT TOOTH!  

We arrived safely at home and soon after I heard, "Mom, I have my tooth - I'll be upstairs" at bedtime.  His grin was ear to ear as he placed the tooth under his pillow and couldn't get me out of the room quickly enough so he could fall fast asleep.  He awoke this morning to a crisp one dollar bill and was thrilled that the fairy really came like he hoped he/she would.  He believed and it worked, just as he believed.  

The subject of this post is tied to Cameron and I watching Life of Pi on our return flight yesterday. I am a bit embarrassed to say that I have never read the book so I only have the movie to reference.  A pretty amazing story which has kept me thinking.  The question, which story to you prefer? can be applied to so many circumstances.  I, personally, want to believe the animal version but critical thinking tells me that isn't possible.  Still, that's the one I want to believe.  

Then I find myself applying that question back to the tooth fairy with my kids - which do you prefer?  I even find myself applying it to my personal relationships and things that may or may not be true.  Is it ok to believe the version you want to believe is true or does critical thinking prove that isn't possible?  I could go on - we have Easter coming up, again, what's true and what's possible?  

I do know that life and perspectives change every day and how we see things can vary a great deal based on what we believe is true.  So my little boy's mouth landscape is forever changing which means he's growing up.  Just like each day, what we learn and how we change prepares us for the next day.  

Thanks to Pi and the tooth fairy for prompting this reflection.  

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Patience - a lost art?


We are a few months into our bathroom/closet remodel project and the timeline seems to be draaaagggggiiiiinnnnnggg.  John, our contractor, is making progress, albeit very slow progress. We hire him for these jobs because he does fabulous work.  However fabulous work comes at a cost beyond the monetary investment.  Sometimes I think he might work in reverse.  Almost a Benjamin Button type scenario.

Each night we peek our heads into the room to see if we can notice any progress.  This week we started to see some walls come together and dry wall being installed in the new ceiling.  Both Jim and I are overly anxious to get this done and have to work very hard to remain patient.

So that got me thinking about patience in general.  Basically I think we live in a time where people don't have to be patient anymore.  As much as I embrace technology, and trust me I love it, I know it has changed my expectations and perspective.  Instant message, Facebook, Twitter, On Demand TV, texting, on line shopping (specifically sites like Open Table, StubHub, Orbitz) etc allow us to essentially get anything we need with a few clicks.  I can check my son's grades on a day by day basis instead of the old fashioned way of waiting for the printed report card and maybe a call or note from a teacher mid quarter if things weren't going well.  It's a a blessing and a curse because nothing seems to be much of a surprise anymore and anticipation is short lived.  For things like our remodeling project we have HGTV where two guys remodel an entire house in an hour.  Ok, a little bit longer but they certainly do a lot of work in a short period of time and I, as a viewer, can see the entire project in 60 minutes, including commercials.

All of these modern conveniences have skewed our expectations on how long it takes to complete something.  We have come to expect and demand instant gratification and are inundated with resources that feed this need.  For someone to say this is going to be a good 6 month project almost seems unacceptable.  But in our case it will likely be that, although those words haven't been specifically spoken.  It is a ton of work to completely gut and restructure two major rooms in our house.

Another factor that is trying our patience is that we have moved everything from our bathroom and closet into our bedroom.  Attempting some sort of organization by using clear plastic crates and a hanging rack we purchased from a clothing store that was going out of business, our room is chaos at best.  I want to go work out, ok where did I put that drawer with my workout clothes?  I need to dress for a work meeting, let me check out the clothing rack and crawl underneath to fetch some shoes - hopefully two that match.

When we lived in Boston Jim and I often laughed as we walked through a store called Ann and Hope.  It was  a unique store that had everything from toothbrushes to boogie boards - and it was not uncommon at all to see the two placed right next to each other on the shelf.  There seemed to be no organization to the store whatsoever.  It seemed to have everything, but good luck finding it. That is now our room - the Midwest version of that goofy store right in our home.  I need a Q-tip, oh they are right next to my jewelry, socks and some math flashcards.

On a positive note, when you haul everything out of a space you find things you thought were lost forever, and can take conscious note of things you can clearly do without.  (See previous post re: purging).

So I will continue to make a conscious effort to try and remain patient with this project, dreaming about how fabulous it will be once complete.  It's worth the wait, it's worth making sure it's done right and that means there's nothing instant about it.

Gotta run, my instant oatmeal is ready.


Thursday, February 28, 2013

Ran across an old friend

Peter Hedges Interview  (link)


Maybe it was the Oscars last weekend or maybe my mind just wandered away from my daily routine one day this week, but the other night I looked up Peter Hedges on Twitter and ran across this interview.  It's long so don't feel obligated to watch all of it.  But if you have the time it's a great interview with a super talented guy.  An all around feel good that will likely make you chuckle a bit like I did.

I am fortunate that for 5 weeks during the summer of 1988 Peter was my instructor at The National High School Institute at Northwestern.  It was an incredible summer and amazing experience all around, but the fact that I got to study under this guy who would go on to do incredible work still kind of amazes me.

I have a horrible memory so unfortunately I don't remember all of the details of each day but I know that the class he taught and the show I was lucky enough to be a part of was something special.  When I watched this interview it was like we were sitting in our morning acting class chatting it up with Peter.  He was and still is normal, and real, and creative, and hilarious and talented.  He went on to write and publish books, write screenplays and direct films.  And since he's originally from Iowa I feel even more of a connection to him.

When he published his first book, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, my mom sent me the big article from The Des Moines Register about the book and Peter (local guy doing well).  I have tried to follow his career and read his books and see his films when I can.  I have always wondered if I showed up at a book signing or film premier (because I go to a lot of those) would he recognize me?  If I introduced myself as Syd Killion from Red Oak, Iowa - NHSI Cherub Class of 1988 would he remember me?  I'd like to think so but even if he didn't he would make me feel like he did in a very Midwest way.  Some people are just like that I think.

I hope he continues to do great things and maybe someday I'll have the chance to reintroduce myself and congratulate him on his success and thank him for the fun summer in 1988.  Until then I will enjoy pieces like this and try to see things, people and situations a little more like the characters and stories Peter creates and shares with us.



Monday, February 25, 2013

A Igloo

Friday afternoon the boys came rushing home from school with one thing on their minds - get out in that snow, the weekend is here!  We had a few inches on the ground, the wet kind, great for packing.  As I glanced out my office window I saw Brandon starting to create an outline on the ground.  He used the red snowball maker he'd received for Christmas last year and began creating perfectly round snowballs with it.  I heard his little voice call up to my office.  "Mom, I'm building a igloo."  The perfect vision of a little boy with big plans.  One you want to freeze forever (no pun intended).  

As the afternoon went on he made more snow balls and started piling them up.  The igloo took on a long oval shape and spanned about 5 feet.  When it was time to come in for the day he asked if he could work on it again tomorrow.  "Sure buddy, you can build more and I will try to help."  

After our Saturday morning routine he dressed in his full snow garb and headed out to the yard once again.  I joined him after awhile and found he had created a huge pile of snowballs.  (note to self, if I'm in the igloo building business I need some snow pants)

He had figured out if he made a bunch of them he could spend more time building.  So we worked for about an hour.  He was making more snowballs and I was placing them around structure.  At one point he took his sled to an area of fresh snow, filled it with snowballs and returned to our building site.  Our igloo was starting to take on quite a nice shape.  After a short break for lunch he was back at it again.  I joined him for about another hour and when we stepped back to admire our work we were up to about 7 rows of snowballs.  We took a few pictures and talked about spending some more time working on it Sunday.  

Sunday came and so did the bright sunshine and rising temperatures.  The snow was still around but when I checked the forecast I had a feeling our building might not make it to sunset.  Before our house was very active Brandon had his snow clothes back on and trudged out to the backyard.  Jim had to leave fairly early for a flight but went out to help his little buddy a bit.  He introduced him to the concept of the spray bottle.  Wetting down the snowballs in the hope of creating a more solid structure. After Jim came back in house Brandon kept at it.  Adding a few snowballs and wetting them down with his re purposed Windex bottle.  

As the day went on the walls started falling in certain areas and Brandon grew frustrated that his igloo kept breaking.  I did my best to patch the walls but the beautiful sunny day wasn't working in our favor.  I explained that we would make it as strong as we could and then we needed to leave it alone for awhile and just see how much remained after the day.  I said we have a good base and the next time it snows we can build it up again.  

Before the sun set we looked out and a lot of our hard work had melted away.  You could still see the outline and a few of the snowballs were in tact creating the oval shape - but our 7 layers were now more like 1.  When he went to bed last night Brandon got teary when he talked about how hard we had worked and that it all just melted away.  He said, "Mom, even when my tummy was grumbling I wanted to keep going because we were having so much fun building.  And now, it's all going to be gone."  

What a hard lesson, especially because I was a little sad too.  I told him I took a bunch of pictures and when it snows again we can go back out and build it back up.  That's the trouble with snow, I guess.  It's not real permanent.  

I just checked the forecast.  80% chance of snow starting tomorrow afternoon... 

mass production process

 from the inside

aerial shot

cold but happy

helpful hands

melting memories


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Shifting into Annual Overdrive

I am always amazed when I hit this time of year how things pick up in my schedule.  It is almost as if someone hits that fast forward button on the remote control on February 1 and the scenes just start picking up speed.  Leading up to the holidays is madness, the holidays are madness, then we hit a time in January when things almost seem to go in slow motion.  Maybe it's the cold, dark, winter days or maybe it's just the post holiday decompression.  Either way, I have a love/hate relationship with the month of January. I don't enjoy it all while in it but once my pace picks up I long for a quiet, cold day with nothing to do.  But, here we are so let's get moving....

I am happy to report that we survived the 100th day of school as well as Valentine's Day.  My proposal for the 100th day poster was accepted with a few modifications.  Final exhibit below - held by a very pleased client.  I'm thinking about asking him to be a reference for future business.  




Our little guy was thrilled and very proud to reach his 100th day.  I say any reason for a party is a good one.  This also means we are more than 1/2 way through the school year which is another crazy phenomenon.  

On to our Valentine challenge which is a challenge indeed given our school does not permit any food or candy in our valentines.  This is a rule that actually bums me out.  A fond memory I have of my childhood is constructing my actual Valentine box, decorating it complete with the little slit for my friends to insert their cards.  I can still smell the scent of Juicy Fruit gum coupled with cardboard that would be released upon opening up my Valentine box when I got home.  Now I get that kids don't need candy every day but, like everything, moderation is key.  Unfortunately our world has become anything but moderate so here we are...valentines with no tasty treat.  

Brandon helped me make his monster magnets and Cameron assisted with the message on his festive bookmarks.  The original message was "You're TOAD-ally awesome, Valentine".  A very conscious 9 year old reminded me that he would actually be giving these to "girls" and didn't want anyone to be misguided...you see where this is going.  SO, we modified the message just to make sure no one got the wrong idea.  Initial feedback is that the message appeared to be safe.  




I was in Dallas for three days last week for my National Sales Meeting, along with 700 of my closest friends.  It's amazing how large this event has become.  When I first attended this conference in 1997 there were less than 100 attendees.  Part of me, ok most of me, longs for the good old days where you could see and spend time with everyone and didn't run the risk of milling around a crowd and possibly never laying eyes on someone you actually would enjoy seeing.  But, even though the size is overwhelming, I managed to pull some positive things from the event.  And it's always good to see the people that I now only see at this annual event.  Following an intense three days I always ask the question, will I really be here again next year for this event?  And if the answer is yes, how will things be different?  Where did I file that crystal ball?

Jim and I spent the long weekend in Florida getting our new rental property prepared for the spring season.  This has been a fun side business but one that can become overwhelming if we let it.  Thankfully Jim does all of the business stuff to keep us going and I get to do things like show up and pick out dishes, utensils, coffee pots and linens.  We raced around to every major house and home retailer in the greater Orlando area and were quite successful.  Probably the funniest, and most encouraging, event occurred at Bed, Bath and Beyond.  After dividing and conquering we met up only to see that we had both selected the same set of red rubber kitchen spatulas and same wine opener without discussing purchasing either.  It was almost creepy, but we both felt a little closer to each other and perhaps got the validation we needed that this is a good project for us after all.  We got a good laugh, returned one set, and went about our shopping.

Now we just need renters....let the direct marketing begin and may 2013 be the year everyone wants to travel to Orlando!

On top of all of this we have our ongoing bathroom overhaul going on.  As I finish writing this I now realize why I feel exhausted and overwhelmed.  The walls of our bedroom appear to be closing in as our belongings somehow seem to be expanding in their temporary locations.  I can't wait until we have more space than we know what do do with....unfortunately it isn't a speedy process.

Best part of yesterday, took President's Day off and hung out with the boys.  Never did Red Robin for lunch and painting pottery for a couple hours in the afternoon feel so good.  I need to do that more often (note to self).

Deep breath....carry on.  



Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Shhhh it's snowing...

This morning we had another great walk to the bus stop in the snow.  I love that we walk to the bus on every possible day.  I love waking up and seeing the snow coming down knowing we have the walk ahead of us.  Only extreme cold and rain keep us from our daily walk that takes anywhere from 8 - 11 minutes.  It is one of my favorite family moments and something we are lucky to share given Jim and I work from home most days.  

I never get tired of watching the boys trudge through the street, making their own footprints and looking at the others placed before ours.  I have so many pictures snapped on my phone, many repeats because I love the image and want to keep it forever.  

Our neighborhood seems quieter and a little more peaceful.  The day is still fresh.  Before they hop on the bus and I transition into my work day I like to stop and take it all in....even for a few moments.  

Snow...and all that comes with it

For the last two winters we have received very little snow in northern IL.  While I'm not a fan of the pounding, dangerous blizzards, I am a fan of looking out my window and enjoying the peaceful view of a snow covered landscape.  Top that off with a nice hot chocolate or coffee drink and a warm sweater and I'm happy.  If you live in the Midwest where winters can be brutally cold, a couple inches of snow to cover up the darkness of winter is welcome.

This past weekend our family embraced winter, snow and recreation.  We traveled to Lake Geneva, WI for the annual Winter Carnival.  Cameron is in year 2 of ski school and I am amazed at how quickly he's picked up the sport.  He got his own equipment for Christmas which means he's a full on skier.

Given Cameron is not a big team sports kid, skiing seems to be a great fit.  He and Jim enjoyed skiing all day with Cameron getting more than his value out of his lift ticket.  They enjoyed several runs and rides up the ski lift together and once Jim was done for the day, Cameron kept going.  It was the perfect set up for us to sit in the lodge and look out the big windows and see him coming down the hill.  While, nothing comparable to the Rockies, this has been the perfect environment for him to learn and build his confidence.  I bet he went down the hill an additional 50 times after Jim called it a day.  With every run you could see his speed and confidence building.  He kept a consistent route and mastered it.  Bio and food breaks were the only things that got him off the hill.

Brandon and I spent some time of our own on the sledding hill...a little more my speed.  It was nice to enjoy one on one time with him as we giggled our way down the hill several times.  Brandon learned the art of packing down the newly fallen snow in an effort to increase speed.  This was after I convinced him that the steepest part of the hill wasn't a great idea as it slammed right into a bunch of large bushes...that wasn't going to end well.  At the end of the day he realized that doubling up on the same sled would increase our speed even more - a fine physics lesson.  Although the temperature never exceeded 15 degrees, the air doesn't feel quite so cold when you're having fun.

I'm glad we took the time to enjoy the weekend away and had our fun in the snow.  The year picks up from here with work and personal travel on the horizon.  I hope the images of Cameron's smile after a successful run and Brandon at the bottom of the hill waiting for his brother to appear will remain with me.  Days and years go quickly - but these moments warm my heart during the cold winter.

happy boy

we love snow!!

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Trophy

Friday night Cameron competed in his 4th Pinewood Derby for Cub Scouts.  This is an event that, before I had boys, never even knew existed.  Color me clueless.  The first year Cameron did fairly well but the last two he's been somewhat disappointed.  Like a lot of things in our modern lives, competition seems to win out over participating in the experience.  But such is life, so we put our best car forward.  It's fun when our family can collaborate on a project like this.  

This year we came up with the idea of a snow hill since Cameron enjoys skiing.  We talked about how we would build the car, the materials we would use and got to work.  Cameron and Jim did most of the work with Brandon and I contributing with creative content and moral support.  After the car was cut, sanded, painted, and the weights inserted just right, we topped it off with the final touches.  Finding small skiers to fit on a 5 oz car without going overweight was a good challenge.  We ended up using small Christmas ornaments that were originally angels.  We clipped off their wings, ripped the string of their head and even cut one head off (sorry little guy, but Cameron wanted on skier with his head in the snow - perhaps to represent his mom on the ski slope).  Cameron named the car Downhill Racer.  A week before the race we checked in the car and were pleased with the perfect 5 oz weigh in.  

On race night we headed to the school and I felt obligated to remind Cameron that he had a really cool car and that more people will not win a trophy than will and to just enjoy the night.  I have to admit I was a bit nervous when his car was up.  Not that I needed him to win but wanted him to do well and feel good about his entry and, quite honestly, himself.  Each car races three times and they average the times to determine the places.  In his heat he placed either 1st or 2nd each time.  As the other heats went on I kept thinking that would surely earn him a place of some sort.  At the end of the heats they announced the winners and listed each name on the screen.  Cameron's name appeared for 2nd place in his age group and also won for Most Creative.  He was very proud and will collect his trophy at the next scout meeting.  He proudly displayed his car in the commemorative box he received for placing 2nd.  It now sits on his bookshelf in his room.  It was a fun night and it's always great to see all of the creativity that goes into these cars.  This year there was a shark and a replica of The Titanic.  No two cars are the same although they all start from the same size and shape block of wood.  

And while it would have been fine if he hadn't placed, the truth is everyone feels good getting the trophy now and then.  I don't believe that kids need to get a trophy every single time and the "everyone is a winner" concept makes me crazy.  The truth is, you won't always get the trophy which is ok.  This will continue in life and honestly, makes for a more well rounded individual.  We want to instill a strong work ethic and a reasonable view of the world in our kids.  It is important that they feel good about the projects and work they complete, but it's also ok when someone else wins.  It's a hard lesson when you're 9.  Heck some people have a hard time with it at 40.  A continued work in progress for all of us. 


Team Matejka

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Has it really been 100 days?

One of my guilty pleasures is celebrating the 100th day of school.  This wasn't a big deal when I was growing up, but seems to be one of the hallmarks of grade school for the next generation.  It's a big deal for the younger grades, especially Kindergarten, and also an opportunity for me to do something crafty (another guilty pleasure).

Last week we received the 1/2 sheet of paper sent home in Brandon's folder alerting us that the 100th day is fast approaching and we need to get to work on our poster.  It's always a bit of a perfect storm in that the 100 day celebration coincides with Valentine prep - but I'm up for the challenge.  I put together my proposal for our poster and presented it to my 5 year old client this evening.  He is taking some time to think about it, not sure if he's using a consultant or not, and will get back to me.  I really hope he accepts it - really has great potential.

For now, as I await any follow up questions on my proposal, I am left to think about how quickly 100 days passes.  For 100 days my youngest has established his morning routine, mastered the school bus, learned the ins and outs of Miss Fallos' class (my favorite is the one way traffic sign around their cubbies so kids don't slam into each other when they get their coats on or pack their backpacks - genius), formed new friendships, started doing real math, reading, spelling and learning general classroom functionality.  He's 100 days older, 100 days wiser and 100 days happier.  I love seeing his progress and the look in his eyes when he tells us about his day.  If I could figure out how to bottle his 100 days I'm sure I could make millions.

Stay tuned for our final poster.  And here's hoping we can all find something to celebrate!



Friday, January 18, 2013

20 Year Flashback

This week I have been reading a lot of articles on an event that occurred in 1993 when I was a senior at Iowa.  http://bigten.xofan.com/Iowa/remembering-chris-street/  Chris Street, a star on Iowa's basketball team, was killed in a car accident when his car collided with a snowplow as he left a local hotel after a team meeting.  Not only was it very sad that a talented life was cut short but, being that it was Iowa, it truly affected the whole state.  Everyone felt a connection to this kid who grew up in Indianola and committed to playing basketball for the Hawkeyes at the age of 15.  He was full of life and someone the whole state felt proud to know, even from a distance.

Reading these articles also made me think back to my life 20 years ago, where I was, who I was and all that has happened in my life since then.  20 years.  At the same time it feels like a lifetime ago, it also seems like last week.

I was living in the Tri Delta house with 60 roommates - still amazing that worked as well as it did - but I loved it.  As seniors, we were preparing for graduation, some interviewing for jobs, some taking entrance exams for grad school and all of us a little scared about what would happen next.  It was the beginning of the end and, personally, I wasn't sure what was next.  I loved my routine - going to class (usually), working at the Field House, participating in sorority events, going to Pint Night at the Airliner, coming home to the excitement and drama 522 N Clinton.  And while there was plenty, as I think back, it really was the best of times.  And I can't hear These Are Days by 10,000 Maniacs without thinking about singing with my friends at Mickey's.



1993 was a true turning point for me.  I graduated from college in 4 years (even after that unfortunate first day absence freshman year - yes I missed my first day of college) and was forced to become a grown up.  My only regret, that I didn't study abroad for at least a semester, or plan a trip the summer following graduation.  Such is life - hopefully I can encourage my sons to embrace that opportunity and allow me to stow away in their suitcase.  

After spending the summer at home I decided Chicago was my next step and, for the most part, I've been here ever since.  After a couple of temp jobs I ended up being hired at Caremark and never thought 20 years would pass and I'd be working at the same company.  But, somehow this career that found me has matured along with me over the years.  

In the following years I would meet my husband, get married, see a lot of the world I hadn't seen previously, buy a house, and have two sons, all while trying to remember what's important in life.  I am very fortunate and feel blessed for everything I have.  

I think I will continue to have these flashbacks given what a turning point 1993 was for me.  I can certainly say, with confidence, that I'm very glad hairstyles have changed.  Maintaining that perm was killer.  

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Hear no Evil

This afternoon I took Brandon to his regular appointment at the ENT.  Our little guy is just 5 years old but it's amazing how much his little brain can process.  This morning he overhead me telling Jim that I would be taking him to his appointment this afternoon and immediately I could see his blood pressure rising.  He even went as far as to tell me I should have told him about the appointment AFTER school instead of BEFORE because now it's in his head all day.  I reminded him that I was telling Dad and not him, but responded with, "Well, I heard you so..."  And the day begins.

As background, the reason Brandon even has a regular ENT appointment is because two years ago, right before Christmas he failed his hearing test at school.  This lead to appointments and the realization that as a 3 year old he wasn't just ignoring us and wasn't trying to be funny (although it kind of was in retrospect) when he's answer Huh? to every question we asked.  The kid couldn't hear and it was because his ears were full of goop (pardon the clinical term).  We quickly learned he'd have to have tubes put in both ears.  Not a big deal, happens to lots of kids, but we felt bad we hadn't realized it earlier.  My impression of kids who need tubes are those that constantly get ear infections and have perma-boog on their noses all the time.  That wasn't Brandon.  I could count on one hand the number of ear infections he'd had in his short life.  He really wasn't ever sick.  The poor kid just had the hearing of a 90 year old.  Huh?

He got his tubes, quick little outpatient procedure, and on the way home his little 3 year old voice said from the back seat, "Mom, I'm hearing."  That was the best news and how quickly the surgery seemed to work.  He then proceeded to throw up from the anesthesia which wasn't quite the best news.  Quick recovery and immediately his hearing and speech seemed to progress.

Fast forward to the next Christmas.  Take him to the ENT and get the news that one tube is clogged and the recommendation is to replace both.  Not only was it the 2nd Christmas, well Advent really, that he would have to go to the hospital.  This time, he remembered and knew he wasn't interested in attending this event.  The day of the surgery he even told me point blank donning his little hospital gown that he was NOT going to do it.  "Nope, I'm not doing it" as he turned and flushed the toilet with authority.  Well, he did do it, and it did work, and he did throw up that day from the anesthesia.

So now any time we mention Dr. Desai, who is the sweetest little man with a fabulous accent and a gentle way with children and even wears one of those big magnifying lights on his head which I find quite entertaining - Brandon immediately associates a trip to see Dr. Desai with another possible trip to the hospital, post anesthesia stress, poking in his ears and sometimes up his nose.  He hates it and it makes him quite anxious.  It made me think about how much we all take in over time and how our past experiences enter into the present.  While I'm sure Brandon would rather think about the lollipop he gets after his appointment or how nice everyone is to him there - his mind goes toward the not so fun memories.  I think the same can be said for many experiences for a lot of us.  We get anxious about things because we remember how it made us feel at some point and we remember it, vividly.  

So, we survived and while he may have a future adenoid surgery to look forward to, nothing was decided today.  Brandon collected his well deserved green lollipop and bid farewell to the office staff for another 4 months.  I'm proud of my brave little guy and think that his continued composure in facing his ENT nemesis serves as a great example of confidence for all of us.

I would rather be anywhere but here...


Friday, January 11, 2013

Year of the Purge - the fight against my inner hoarder

I realize that some traits you are just born with.  It happens, you can't help it, just the way it is.  Also these traits are what makes you who you are and, for the most part, I like who I am.  

Something I have always struggled with is managing the clutter - both material (more visible) and immaterial (not quite as noticeable).  As a kid it was torture for me to clean my room but once I did I felt fabulous.  My family and I joke about the petrified peanut butter sandwich that was once pulled from an old back pack in my closet - perhaps I could have debuted on the original episode of "Hoarders" had it aired in the early 80s.  Don't get me wrong, I don't have rats in my closet or anything, nor did my room on Corning Street, but that sandwich in my backpack does serve as a reminder of the ongoing challenge I have to keep things tidy.  

Over the past few years I have tried to streamline various areas of my life.  I consciously make an effort to keep things in order.  Not always successful, but I do try.  A good, albeit small, example is my wallet.  I have this thing in good working order.  Need some cash, it's always in the same place.  That is, if I actually have cash which usually I don't, but that's a separate issue.  Need your dental ID card - there it is in the ID card section.  Wallet can't close because of too much change, empty out the change pocket.  It works.  My wallet and I have a great relationship.  Another good example is the file I have of all of the Christmas letters and pictures of our family dating back to 1997.  I give Jim credit for suggesting we originally create a file and add to it every year.  I just added our 2012 version and had a great time looking back at our family history.  So I love my wallet and I love that file.  

So how can I take what I have done with my wallet and card file and apply it to other areas?  My office tends to be the command center for a lot of professional and personal things I manage.  I have worked for the same company for almost 20 years and I have the clutter to prove it.  No corporate record retention policy has anything on me.  That said, I think I can probably toss the client presentation on overhead slides and the UR Pharmacy management report from 1998.  No one will miss it.  No one paid attention to those reports when they were printed, they won't miss them now.  And once I do, I will have two full sized file cabinets to put necessary files in that currently are piled up on my desk.  

Next on the list, my closets.  I have tried very hard to rid myself of clothes I don't wear regularly.  And while I have tried, I admit I have a long way to go.  Our master closet/bathroom rebuild project is a fine time to do this.  We had to remove all of our clothes from our closet and now have them in an area of our bedroom on a clothes rack Jim purchased for $30 from the Mark Shale going out of business sale.  The completion of our closet will be an excellent opportunity to only move back in to our new closet what I truly need.  Toss out that single pink pump from 15 years ago that doesn't have a mate and the flannel shirt that I have kept for years because I might wear it when I'm sick.  The truth is, I have done a fairly good job recently of purchasing smart clothing items.  Items that can be used in multiple ways and make many outfits out of a few items.  So that closet will hopefully solve itself.  The others in the house need some help.  And I'm on a quest to conquer these projects in the coming months.  

Any large project needs realistic expectations.  (And I'm not calling this a new year's resolution as those are too easy to quit.)  That's why I'm scoping this out to include my office and my closets.  The project is large enough and will likely take me all year given I can't take a sabbatical from the rest of my life and spend 24 hours a day cleaning closets.  I will try to track my progress and give myself a few pats on the back along the way.  I am hopeful that decreasing the material clutter will also free up some space in my mind that spends time worrying about the day when our house is full and you can't see any of us.  (exaggeration for dramatic effect).  

Cheers to purging!


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A little birdhouse in your soul

Last week Jim said, "I will be gone next Monday for work so you need to do scouts.  Oh, and you and Cameron will be building a birdhouse."  Ok I thought, why not?

The project was part of a lesson about completing a project from start to finish - understanding the materials needed, the different kinds of tools to use, going to the store to select and purchase the materials, observing and learning throughout the experience, measuring and cutting the pieces and then, finally, putting it together.  Thankfully the entire pre work was completed by Jim and Cameron with a little help from John our contractor who happens to have a very handy saw at our house.  Perhaps not completely within the scope of our bathroom project, but thankfully he is a kind dad who was willing to help out a scout.

So off we went with our pieces of wood, our hammer and nails in a cardboard box.  (queue peter, paul and mary) ...

Cameron worked very hard to line up the pieces and hammer in each nail.  We quickly realized that the wood we were using was high quality and tough as anything to nail into.  Some seriously hard, thick wood.  But, he stuck with it.  A few bent nails, a few split areas in the house, and a whole lot of patience.  Some of the other dads who brought drills and other tools helped us out a bit along the way which allowed us to complete the basic house at the end of the hour.  I was glad to watch Cameron focus on hitting each nail and see that he was proud of his 'close to completed' project.

We walked in with a bunch of wood pieces and we walked out with a sturdy birdhouse that will make a lovely home for some feathered friends come springtime.

Thanks Cameron, I enjoyed our time.





Sunday, January 6, 2013

Traditions

Yesterday I hosted my "several years running but I can't remember exactly how many" holiday brunch. I love this event mainly because it is a great reminder of how fortunate I am to be surrounded by many fabulous women in my life.  This particular group happens to be women who share some connection through my career at Caremark.  Recently, that expanded to family when Jim's cousin Katie worked with me for a stint at Caremark and now her sister Megan moved to Chicago, so the more the merrier this year!  Also this year marked my first out of state guest with Sonia attending from Boston, MA. Such a gift.

In my almost 20 years working at Caremark I often stop and take note of the amazing relationships I have created over the years. I really do work with an incredible group of of smart, talented, entertaining, inspiring and dynamic people. Life gets so busy and working full time is stressful when you try to balance everything else in life. Each of these gals has touched me in a special way and continue to inspire me. Whether we still work together or have remained connected from our original meeting we all still have so much in common and, if nothing else, gathering for this event every year. We might laugh about something current or a blast from the past or story from 15 years ago.

In the world of Facebook, texting, quick phone calls between activities in a given day we keep up with the major events in our lives: kids growing up, new jobs, new houses, relationships etc. however nothing can replace a few hours of face to face conversation around a table accompanied by a mimosa or two, three, four, a few eggs, and a good cup of coffee.  No distractions, nowhere else to be for a couple of hours.  I love it.  I wish it could happen more often but I am grateful for the annual event and the time these friends take to attend.

Each year as I set the table with my Christmas china I find myself reflecting on the year that has passed. Highs, lows, and all in between.  I think of how the boys have grown and how none of us are the same as we were last year at this time.  The china started as a gift from my dear childhood friend, Carry, with additional pieces given to me as gifts from my mom and Jim. While part of me wishes it was acceptable to use Christmas china year around, there is something special about the personal thoughts and reflections that I enjoy once a year.

So, today I will pack away the china for another year and wonder what I will be thinking when I next set my Christmas table.



Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy Birthday, Bicycle!

Tonight I took my first spin class of 2013 which officially means I am entering my 2nd year of spinning.

Last year after the holidays I felt the need to make some changes in my life and to do something that would deliver improvements both physically and mentally.  I don't recall how I chose the class or the exact date that I went to my first one.  But knowing myself I knew that I needed to find something that was in a group setting, wasn't the same every time, and that I didn't dread doing.

I sort of look at spinning as a dance class on a bike.  What once intimidated me now seems simple.  Each instructor brings his/her personal touch to the class and before I knew it the 45 - 60 minutes were flying by.  Before I knew it I was scheduling my day to include a trip to the gym for a class.  I have also expanded my iPod playlist quite a bit with the music I have found inspiring.

A couple months in I started noticing some improvements.  Now, there was that one time I passed out but I chalk that up to exercising on an empty stomach which I wouldn't recommend.  I noticed my clothes fitting a little better, I had more energy, and my boobs now stick out further than my stomach (not by far, but enough for me to notice anyway).  I also notice after class that my stress level goes down quite considerably.  This has become a great way to get rid of the various stresses of my day and to give myself a bit of perspective.

So, while I will likely always have a bit of a muffin top (a reminder of my two fabulous boys) I am committed to continuing on this journey.  Finding time to exercise isn't as hard as I thought it would be.  The boys like going to the kids area at the health club and tonight we all went as a family which was a great way to spend an evening.  I know I'm still working hard because when I came out tonight Jim and the boys all asked if I was ok because my face was so red.  Cameron even whispered that I kind of looked like a devil.  I took it as a compliment - and it made me chuckle.  And clearly no chance of me becoming a complete health nut.  When we got home I joined the boys in a bowl of ice cream - if nothing else to cool off my red face.

I'd like to think I've ridden around the world by this point, but likely it equals from here to Milwaukee.  Yesterday I took my first yoga class.  Not sure if that will be something I stick with but time will tell.

 


New Year - Let's try blogging!

Welcome to 2013!  Over the years I have dabbled in blogging, mostly centered around vacations and significant family events.  I decided to give this a whirl...

My goal (decided this morning when I dragged my a** back in my office) for 2013 is to Keep it Simple.  With a husband, two boys, a house, a full time job and other things that seem to fill every single minute of my life - this blog will be a place to capture moments and thoughts I don't want to forget.  Given the fact that I often can't remember what I ate for breakfast, it will also be a place to reflect on all that our family has enjoyed and accomplished throughout the year.  It doesn't appear that life is moving any slower these days, so I'm going to embrace each day as a new opportunity to get it right.