There was no memory card in my camera today and I found a few pictures on the internal memory. These must be from last October, because Paul is quite a newborn.
I can’t believe how tiny he is in these pictures. I miss my little boy!
Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.
Eugene Delacroix, French Romantic artist, quoted in The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, page 73.
We got some great extended family photos this holiday. Here are the best of them. I’ve tried to sharpen them and crop them.
Extended Family
1 plus 1 is 2. I merged the first two pictures to get the third. I know it’s not a perfect merge, but I think it works for a family photo! I personally really like the first one, where everyone is looking at each other. It shows our personalities!
The Parents
The Cousins
Frank and Elizabeth’s family
Jenny and Chris’s family
We took some pictures of our family over Thanksgiving; they are here.
In the past few months, I’ve been focusing on my reading. That is why I’ve been absent from “Writing Practices.”
In the New Year, I want to visit “Writing Practices” at least twice a month. I will share inspiring quotes, write my thoughts about writing, and maybe revisiting some of the memes that I really would like to participate in.
I’ve been thinking about why I want to write. In some respects, I feel like I’m really meant to be a reader. I am so impressed with the power that others have behind their words. The more I read, the more I want to keep reading, and the more I feel I will never be able to command language as do others.
In The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, one task for the budding artist/writer was to go a week without reading: that way, you are open to your own creativity. But I don’t want to do that. Not yet. I am so in love with reading at this point in my life that I don’t want to let go of it. Reading – both fiction and nonfiction – inspires me and helps me expand my mind.
I know writing would do the same for me: I just must do it in order to experience that creativity.
I want to be more balanced in my life overall, by reading, by writing, by cooking, and by working on my photography. I’d love for you to follow along with my progress, although don’t be surprised if my reading blog remains the most active 2009.
In the past two weeks, I’ve written a dozen blog post for this site in my head. And yet, none of them made it to the page. I’ve been too busy enjoying my favorite season. Of course there were some things I’d rather not repeat (who really wants a foot of snow when they say “white Christmas”?!) but overall it was a wonderful month!
As I thought about these happy moments this season, I realized there is no reason we can’t be doing these all year long. May the Spirit of the season stay with you and your family!
Mom is “robed” by Dr. Nicole Clifton. (This is a zoomed in photo of the monitor in the arena; my camera wouldn’t zoom enough on my mom!)
Mom and her right hand man, Dad
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The Fosdick family reads along as Great-Grandma reads The Grinch.
And last, but not least, the absolutely best way to celebrate the Spirit of Christmas:
Note to family: I also have the extended family pictures, some of which turned out pretty well. Paul’s waking from his nap right now, so I don’t have time to put them up, but I promise I will get them soon!
Last Christmas, we didn’t have a tree. I had one decoration with me: my olive wood nativity. We had a very newborn baby and we were going out of town for the holiday itself. But I had told my friend Michelle about my nativity collection and she brought me a little “Australian” nativity to join it.
There’s nothing distinctly Australian about this little ornament-sized nativity, but it reminds me of my friend and our time there. I put it in Paul’s room since he is my favorite Australian souvenir.
(I forgot to post this yesterday, so you got a day off. Two more to go!)
I spent a summer in Bolivia, where I got to help people. That was the general idea, but in retrospect, I think I got a lot of play time in there with the other LDS YSAs that went down. I wanted to practice my Spanish; most of the YSAs in the area wanted to practice their English. I was a redheaded gringa, anyway, so people assumed I didn’t know Spanish. Nevertheless, it was a memorable summer. I learned somethings about the culture, and I saw what it looked like to live in poverty.
In this nativity set, the characters are playing native Bolivian instruments and wearing traditional Bolivian clothing, reminiscent of the high country around La Paz. I wish it were larger: I’ve lost a piece, I think, and they break very easily. Nevertheless, I like the reminder of my time in Bolivia. I have it in my bedroom.
My mother-in-law sent us a nativity for our first Christmas. The figures are large and attention getting, and all of them remind me of angels singing “Joy to the World.” When I unpack it at Christmas-time, I am reminded of my mother-in-law and the joy of family gatherings at this time of year.
This year, I put it on top of my China case. It’s a bit of an odd space for it, but I think this majestic set does well at capturing our attention from above.
A few years ago, my grandmother B. sent me, and I think each grandchild (!), a beautiful, porcelain nativity set for Christmas. I am reminded of my grandmother and grandfather each year I take it out. It is gentle and beautiful, as is my grandmother. And it is majestic in grandeur, as I like to recall my grandfather.
This is one of those nativity sets that I imagine will break some day, thanks to some little child. Nonetheless, I do my best to keep it safe by keeping it underneath the Christmas tree, the traditional place for keeping presents. Since this was a present to me, under the tree seems an appropriate place for it still. But also, the tree skirt reminds me of a soft blanket for a babe in a manger, a place of rest and quiet. And the tree branches protect it, much as a real tree would protect small animals from the elements.
And so, the spot under the tree seems a fit resting place for this yearly reminder of my dear grandparents.