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    The Monthly Check In


    Yes, I admit it. I’m only blogging because I illustrated a new banner for March and I desperately want to roll off that last old moldy post from February. One post in the whole month of February? What’s up B!! I don’t know.

    I honestly don’t know how to answer what’s been going on with one neatly tied-up blog post. Work has been busy and exciting. Nothing I can share right now but you should see my work popping up elsewhere on the internet soon. The girls have been good.

    Bug is struggling in school, particularly with math and that is taking up a lot of real estate in my mind right now. Does anybody know a good tutor? I’m hopeless at helping her. I hired a woman to come by once a week but we won’t meet with her until the week after next and I already feel like it’s too late because fourth grade is three quarters of the way over already. I know Bug is smart and she’ll pull through but life has just been really challenging for her lately.


    A few weeks ago my parents rented a campsite in Doheny Beach and we met them for dinner two nights in a row. There really is nothing like dinner right on the beach on a school night. The weather didn’t cooperate but it was still magical. I really loved being with my family, doing the things I remember doing when I was little. Camping is deep in my blood.

    Joon loves being a part of my family and my parents have taken her in as their own. I think they were always disappointed in me that I only provided one grandchild so an extra kid is a welcome addition.

    Joon fits right in like she does everywhere. She is naturally outgoing and gregarious and everyone loves her. Naturally, Bug is jealous of someone cute stealing her limelight.  I’m trying to be careful with Bug’s feelings while at the same time gently pushing her embrace having a little sister. It’s been a push and pull. Most of the time they are thick as thieves and they get along great but then Bug will lash out with rudeness and it’s lesson after lesson after lesson in exercising kindness, which is exhausting. If you’re the praying type, maybe you could pray for Bug and her growing pains.payams-wood-working

    Payam has been busy woodworking. I can’t give you the link to his Etsy shop yet but it is in the works and promises to be very exciting!


    Lucy the cat is helping with missing my cats. I do see them every week when I drop Bug off at Toby’s but it’s not the same. I’m so happy they have a loving home. Toby has fallen for them hard which is really really great. But I can’t say I am not jealous that he gets to have my cats. It’s a good thing that Lucy is adorable to help me not miss them so much.

    Wow. What a downer post. But please don’t think things are bad. They are really really good. Good enough that I have been able to take myself out of survival mode and notice the little things.

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    Sentimental Candy Shoppes


    I have a joke book job due tomorrow that I’m only two pages into (Yes, I’m in TROUBLE and praying for caffeinated miracles) and I have 32-plus gigs of photos to process from a wedding I shot yesterday (first ever real wedding job. Oh man! So hard!) so naturally, I feel like blogging would be a great way to deal with this feeling of overwhelming overwhelment.  Is there a word for that?  Brain stuck.

    I just thought I’d pop in and share these photos. They came out really cute. My niece is in town. She’s sixteen and things have been a bit, turbulent. But amongst the ups and downs there have been little moments of happiness and love. On a whim, I took my big camera with us on a trip to the candy store on Balboa Island and I’m so glad I did. That place is so colorful. It somehow captures what happiness looks like, even though I don’t even like candy that much.


    Of course, the kids love candy. Even though these salt-water taffies are probably made in some factory in LA and have nothing to do with the local sea flavor, they somehow just taste better when they are purchased from a little store on an island surrounded by murky Pacific Ocean bay water. Maybe it’s the ocean air we breath while we walk around the island, eating them out of a bag and admiring all the little cottages. Memories are funny that way. We’ve done it hundreds of times and it’s sentimental.


    We love you, Rapunzel! With all of our flawed hearts.