Saturday, May 18

The Artist's Daughter by Alexandra Kuykendall- A Book Review

Hi Friends,  I know many of you are wondering how I am doing two weeks into my role as momma to three little girls!    I promise I have a post about that in the works (in my head anyway...getting it out onto the computer might be a whole different story!). In the meantime, I promised to post a review on this book and so here it is...All is well in Littlewood land...sleeping baby, busy big sisters (who are finally over their stomach bugs!) and lots of laundry and dust all over the house. We are finding our new rhythm and enjoying the moments...more to come on all of that!! 



Book Review: The Artist's Daughter, By Alexandra Kuykendall

   I loved the title and the cover of this book before I ever read a word of it. The long haired brunette, almost nine years old, sitting in a gondola flashing a sweet smile. The title, "The Artist's Daughter" in black lettering floating above the water in the sky.

     I assumed from the get go that I would enjoy the book. I love memoirs. I love true stories that have taken place in far away places I have never traveled to. I loved the idea of reading another mom's life story-- the memories that shaped her and framed her into the woman she is today and how that has impacted her own mothering journey.

     I also initially assumed that the title, "The Artist's Daughter", was a reference to the author as shaped by our heavenly father (knowing the little bit I did about Kuykendall and her work with MOPS International)-- a concept that I've always found intimately encouraging and reassuring as I make my way, trials and errors, through life.




     I was correct on many accounts. I did enjoy the book: A story that begins as Alexandra and her mother travel through Italy and Spain together just before her ninth birthday... I love the sense of adventure and the free spirit of her mother who takes on teaching jobs and is showing her only child the world at such a young age.


    However, as it turns out, the title is more of a reference to the author's absent Spanish artist father that she meets in Barcelona for the very first time that summer than the heavenly Father with whom she eventually does find a relationship with later in life (though her relationship with God is a significant part of the story). It is a story with much more heartbreak than I had initially expected. The story of a little girl, then teen girl, and eventually adult woman coming to terms with the realization that her father was so self-absorbed in his own interests that he wanted little to do with her.


     Alexandra eventually meets a number of young female mentors in her life who lead her towards a deep Christian faith and relationship with God. She meets and marries a man who seems like an incredibly sweet and supportive husband. And together they have four girls of their own, giving Kuykendall the chance (times 4!) to establish the traditional family unit that she desperately longed for as a child.


    "Even as I write these pages," Chapter 2 concludes, "I have a wheezy baby on my lap, home only hours from our latest visit to the emergency room. I have a toddler napping in a crib that she doesn't want to admit she's outgrown, and two reading and writing freckled girls who need to be picked up from school. That eight-year-old girl in Barcelona, that only child, would have been pleased to know that I almost always have a child at arm's reach and my fridge is full of Diet Coke."


     That paragraph, in many way, sums up the story. That there is hope for healing from our heartbreaks and that as mommas we don't need to carry the baggage from our past into our own families. We get to carve out our own stories and venture out on new paths in our journeys.


      All in all I thought this was a sweet story-- a story that although very different in many ways from my own childhood, that I could relate to on many levels as I strive to create my own family culture. Though it did feel as if the narrative was not as linear as I would have liked at times (that there were several stories going on in one), I found that I was ok with that because life is not linear...and this story is about real life.


     I also found the book to be a relatively easy and quick read that kept my attention (I read it in the last two weeks of my pregnancy!)...the perfect combination for busy moms.




For more information about the book click here... http://www.christianbook.com/the-artists-daughter-a-memoir/alexandra-kuykendall/9780800722050/pd/722050





About the Author

Alexandra Kuykendall lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband Derek and their four daughters. She is on staff at MOPS International (Mothers of Preschoolers) where she is a regular

contributor and consulting editor to various publications and a frequent speaker for the organization. While she spends most days buckling and unbuckling car seats and trying to find a better solution to the laundry dilemma, she manages to snatch minutes here and there to write about the quest for purpose in it all.



About the Book (from the publisher)

When Alexandra Kuykendall became a mother, she knew she had to go back to the beginning. To that hot July afternoon in Barcelona when she met her father for the first time. The only daughter of a single, world-traveling mother and an absent artist father, Alexandra embarks on a soul-searching trip into the past to make sense of the layers of her life-both the memories she experienced and the ones she wished for.

The Artist's Daughter will take you on a journey of discovery through childhood, marriage, and motherhood. Through short vignettes full of both wonder and heartache, Alexandra seeks answers to three life-defining questions: Am I lovable? Am I loved? Am I loving? If you long to better understand the path your life has taken, where it is heading, and who is guiding you, this revealing and refreshing story will push you toward those answers as it changes your heart.



(Thank you to Revell Books for sending a review copy of The Artist's Daughter in exchange for an honest blog review)




Sunday, April 21

Waiting for a Houseguest



I thought for sure she was coming this weekend.

The baby that is...

Both of the girls were a week early and my due date is next Saturday...therefore Little Littlewood #3 should have been due to arrive Saturday or Sunday of this weekend, but she apparently decided otherwise. She decided she is pretty comfy inside of my belly....or maybe it was the screeching, laughing and general noisy chaotic craziness created by her older sisters that scared her away for a few more days (I'd be scared if I were listening too!). 

And so we wait...for an undetermined amount of time. Me, the planner...the one who prefers a schedule to a surprise...this little one already teaching me lessons about life. About the fact that some things, many things, are out of the control of my plans and scheduling. 

As I chatted with my good friend Sara earlier today (she was calling to check in, knowing about my week early deliveries in the past) I told her I felt like I was waiting for a houseguest who promised they were coming but was incredibly vague about the date. 

"Haha," she laughed, "There's a blog post in that." 

"Ahh...I suppose your right. If I'm not going to go into labor I might as well blog about it!" 

And so I keep grocery shopping for easy to make meal items. I've cleaned the mudroom and parts of the basement. Our "guest's'" room is just about ready...new sheets, vacuumed rugs, soft lightbulbs placed into lamps. I keep trying to tidy up the house...like just before a party. You want to offer your best impression, at least for the first few minutes. 

Mostly I'd just like to bring the baby back to a clean house, but alas, that is much harder to accomplish when you're getting ready to bring home baby #3 than with #1 or #2. So I tidy and the girls come careening through to make their mark...I tidy again...more marks made. I vacillate between wanting to just give up and thinking that if I keep tidying up  I'll catch it just right one of these times-- my contractions will finally start right after I put away that last socks and Barbie doll shoe. 

In the meantime, I answer funny questions from the girls about how I will know when it's time to go to the hospital and what the "plan" will be when the time comes. They are, after all, waiting too. 

I read web articles about 'early labor signs' and they tell me to be patient...that I won't, after all, be pregnant forever. 

I won't? I want to say. Really? I won't? 

I guess for now I'll take their word for it...even though I'm not completely sure I believe them. I'll find another drawer to clean, take the library DVD's back (before I wind up paying big fines!), and try to wait patiently for our precious houseguest. 




Saturday, April 13

Snapshot Snippets

Hi Friends, 

I know, I know... I haven't posted much lately. 

Why not? 

Just the normal family life stuff...busy holidays (Easter), busy kid stuff, I've been busy nesting and getting the nursery ready, and have been a very tired pregnant momma when things aren't busy (aka: a momma who reads for six minutes before falling asleep on the couch or watches mindless television-- I just finished Season 1 of Parenthood on Netflix!). 

There seem to be some super mom folk out there who manage to be super duper busy with their 14 children, making crafts, homeschooling, making do it yourself curtains and fabulous meals and STILL blogging...I'm sorry to say, I'm not one of them. When life gets busy over here, blogging gets the boot...

For a while anyways. I'll always come back to ya though...eventually. 

And since my brain doesn't seem to be processing deep thoughts about anything but nursery curtains and whether or not to buy new bottles and car seats, I decided to flip through my I-phone and give you a little "snapshot snippet" of what we've been up to! 

So here are some piece of our life from the last two weeks in photos! 



Ella and I visited our favorite little cafe/bakery for lunch. We were playing counting games with the creamers and then decided to build a tower!  She's been going through a little "I need mommy" stage, probably her 4-year old way of subconsciously saying "hey, spend some time with me before that baby is crying and nursing all the time!" So we went out to lunch the other day and I've been trying to read her a few more books and pay extra attention to her in the spaces that it seems feasible.

Ella's favorite thing to do in the car with her umbrellas...she builds a tent and hangs out inside! 


Me, earlier this week...37 weeks preggo!! Due date is swiftly approaching! 

Ella and I have been doing all sorts of counting activities lately...it's funny the things you end up teaching and working on with your second child that you never would have with your first...like who knew that 4 year olds could count by 10's to 100?! I know, it's the little things, but Ella is one smart little cookie in the number department...So I made these flashcards today.... mixed them up, put them on the floor and she whipped them in to order in a matter of seconds. Go Ella! 

My laptop decided to not function properly any longer and we had to get a new one...this is the new one! We were not thrilled to buy a new laptop when mine was only 2 1/2 years old, but apparently some coffee or water got into the keyboard and caused things to go bezeerk. For the record, I did NOT spill coffee on it...I swear (you know I would tell you if I did!)...apparently the smallest amount made it's way in there somewhere along the line and started to make the computer do wacky things...

For the record...how long do the rest of you seem to get out of your laptops?! I'd like to get 4-5 years...is that possible? 

Daddy volunteers ONE day in Ava's classroom and gets a thank you sign from the entire class!!! I've been in at least six times this year...no sign for momma! Want to know why? Scott wins everyone over with his best love language...donuts. That's right, he was the only parent all year to bring in Timbits (Tim Hortons munchkin donuts) on the day he was volunteering...the class LOVED it. Pretty cute, huh? 

I'm an avid label reader...problem is I often don't read them until I get home and am ready to make something for dinner. Imagine my surprise when I discovered PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED LARD listed on this can of refried beans. Ewww! They went right into the trash...Refried bean buyers- beware! 

Ella "hiding" from me behind all sorts of stuff this afternoon! 

Other things going on? 

Ava is getting SO big...it's crazy how much they grow up during kindergarten-- physically and emotionally. Oddly enough, I don't have any current pictures of her on my phone. I spend so much time with Ella during the day and by the time Ava gets home from school I get caught up in the evening dinner, bath, spend time with her, bedtime shuffle. 

She's got these crazy long legs and mature ways of saying things and doesn't look like a "little" kid anymore. I know she's going to be a big help when the baby comes-- she LOVES to kiss my belly and say hello to the baby. Besides meeting the baby myself I'm most looking forward to having the girls meet her to see their reactions. 

Other than that it feels a little like the calm before the storm in Littlewood Land. I told Scott yesterday that I actually felt a little "lost" and like I didn't know what to do with myself.  I've stopped going to the gym (about two weeks ago when I felt like lugging this belly around all day was exercise enough!), I'm wrapping up most of the small writing projects I've had, the nursery is just about ready and I've cleaned many of the nooks and crannies around the house (not all, but enough to make me happy!). 

Now we just wait...

Isn't waiting hard? I don't know how to function in "wait"...

So, I run a few more errands, and find another drawer to clean and give Scott crazy 'honey do' jobs...like cleaning garage (something my nesting instincts want done, but I can't do!). 

Waiting makes me antsy. And then there is the sometimes nighttime pregnancy insomnia which makes me even antsier (like when I was WIDE awake from 2-4 last night sipping chamomile tea, eating peanut butter toast and putting an Etsy order through for handmade curtain tie backs for the nursery at 3 a.m.). 

But we have no choice and so we wait...

I figured finding a good quote on patience might make me feel better...here's what Goodreads quote page gave me...
"Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.” ― Gary PaulsenHatchet



Monday, March 25

The Name Game

      

      Oh man, we're having a doozey of a time coming up for a name for this babe rolling around in my belly!

     I must confess if you had asked me 10 years ago if I would have believed that we were going to be parents to THREE girls I probably would have not believed you...I mean ya gotta mix it up a little bit, right?!

     Haha...not so much. God likes to do things in the way I often least expect them in my little corner of life over here. 

     One of the funniest, most ironic things about all of this is probably that my younger sister, who serendipitously also met her husband when she was his waitress (the same way I met Scott), just had her third child...her third BOY! 

     Go figure!

     I'm thinking that on some psychological level that because I never believed we would have three girls I exhausted the girl name possibilities on our list and started toying with names like Max, and  Carter and Benjamin. 

     I also think it's difficult thing to bestow a lifetime title on a person whom you have never met! With the girls we would come up with a short list of 3-5 names we had really honed in on, take it to the hospital with us, meet them and then give them whatever name felt most fitting in the moment...we'll probably do something along the same lines this time around.

      There are lots of pretty girl names out there...I know...but they all seem meant for someone else's child. Did any of you have that experience while naming your children? People would give suggestions, and we gladly welcome them, and some of them seem like very nice names...for their children. 

     So, we've circled around a few names that I'll share...The first three, our favorites at this point, all happen to belong to children of people we either know or loosely know, which makes us a little bit unsure about them, but we're throwing them out there anyway...

     Reese (one of Scott's favorites)
     Harper
     Kendall 
     Anna 
    Grace (we will likely use this as a middle name, if not a first)

    So, that's where we are...We're still taking suggestions!

    Almost every night before bed I ask the girls what they think...Ava will often give me the names of one of the girls in her class or repeat one of the names she knows we've been thinking about. 

    Ella?

    Haha...Her favorite seems to be Zanna! Yes, several times I've asked her what we should name the baby and she tells me "Zanna". I nod my head and try to pretend it's a very real possibility. 

      I tease her that the name must be from that imaginary planet called Northland that she tells us she is from when we ask her (and we ask her this frequently!) "Ella, what planet are you from?!!!" 

     Send along you're suggestions, we'll add them to the mix and run them by the girls! Hey, if we pick your name I may have to make you dinner or something for helping to ease the naming burden from our shoulders! Granted, dinner after baby #3 is pretty much going to amount to organic hot dogs, jarred apple sauce and carrot sticks, but it's the company that really counts!   And who wouldn't want to have dinner with a hormonal momma, an outnumbered dad, Ava, Ella and Zanna?