It’s pouring with rain in Naples. This little poodle, wearing his smart raincoat, sleeps in his owner’s arms as they shelter from the rain.
This is one of the photos in my display ‘A Love Letter to Naples’ at PhotoMenton this year – open every day till next Sunday at the Palais de l’Europe, Menton.
I’m feeling really sentimental today you guys. So rather than doing one of the usual design/style/food/inspiration posts, I’m just going to gush (don’t worry, I’ll keep it short) about my kids. I know they make an occasional appearance around here (Essley freaking loves to have her picture taken which is simultaneously endearing and terrifying), but aside from the intermittent mention and the posts I’ve done to spread the word about epilepsy and Emmett’s story, I don’t really do posts dedicated to just them. This is partly because as much as I like to keep this space authentic and share bits and pieces of my personal life, I choose to keep the majority of theirs private. But it’s also because I don’t want to bore you guys with the mundane things that they do that I find utterly thrilling and fascinating. But today, I’m going to go ahead and bore you, just for a minute.
Essley is now 3 years old and almost 6 months into her first year of preschool (if you count two days a week for a couple hours as actual preschool). She adores it. In her progress report her teachers said she is good helper, an excellent communicator, and cheerfully participates in all activities. (I’m not sure her at home progress report would be quite so glowing, but I’ll take it.) She absolutely loves ballet and practices her recital routine at home everyday. She is still obsessed with dogs, loves road trips and cooking and playing soccer and watching movies, and wants to “make art” 24/7. Pink and sparkles are her everything (so not like mommy). She is the pickiest eater I’ve ever known and is fiercely independent (but still ends up sleeping in our bed every night) and very feisty and drives me crazy but man do I love her with every ounce of my being. She honestly is my best friend in the whole world.
Emmett is 13 months old and is continuing to defy all odds. He is almost 7 months seizure free and his development is 100% on track. Our little miracle! His story was featured on the front page of the Daily Herald (largest newspaper covering the entire extended Chicago suburban area) and the featured story on their website last week, which was just incredible because it meant millions of people were potentially made aware of Infantile Spasms (which could potentially save lives). He took his first step in January and is now walking everywhere. (There is truly nothing more hilarious than seeing a new walker stumble around. It reminds me of watching friends walk home from the bar at 3 AM in college and it is amazing.) He loves Elmo and Peppa Pig and reading books and playing with his sister and exploring absolutely everything. He is both the happiest and saddest little person I’ve ever known. He laughs so hard it makes me cry and he cries so hard it makes my anxiety level reach new heights. He wants his mommy like all the time man (the world ends for him if he sees me leave the room), but he plays so well with others at such a young age which is truly the most wonderful thing to watch. He is my heart.
That’s about it for now. I mean, I could go on and on but I’ll spare you my blubbering. And hey, you can always follow our adventures on my Instagram if you want more. Thanks for letting me share, friends!
The VGP is the highest level test for a German versatile hunting dog. This one is focused on a black roan Deutsch-Drahthaar with the unfortunate name of Laika (which is an entirely other kind of hunting dog!)
Yes, these tests are performed in the US and Canada. It is the only way North Americans can maintain German versatile hunting dogs that are fully equivalent to those in Europe.
Depp hits a financial low! Johnny Depp reportedly having a tough time as his financial condition is deteriorating and according to resources the actor’s lifestyle is responsible for the loss. He sued his own management company this month, claimed that after firing them, his new company find a huge default in accounts. Depp claimed that […]
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No, I haven’t seen my sister all day. You can just give her cookies to me. Enjoy your weekend! Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
I never have taken a liking to the term ‘beast’ or what I sense is its social nuance. Its implication is negative and connotations derogatory. To me it means true to ones nature; it is base, fundamental and instinctive. From my research the etymology of the word remains unclear however, the root of ‘animal’ is Latin meaning breath or spirit. I suppose the distinction between the two words ‘beast’ and ‘animal’ is essence versus being but I’ll leave that one up to the scholarly sorts who have a ton of disposable time.
To me and for now, they are synonymous. I am reminded of a story I once read of a boy who, all alone and lost in the woods, becomes a beast to protect himself from the perils of the night and fight his way to safety. But upon emerging from the forest unscathed the boy learns that he cannot unbecome.
So what’s the point of all of this? What’s the purpose? Somewhere along my journey I stopped asking the fundamental questions that preoccupied my youth. Like tears in rain they became lost in life’s torrent of distractions, inanities and wasteful activities.
Renwick has helped me find who I am again and to truly know it for the first time. I am a beast of a man.
What’s next – it’s damn time I learn how to train it.
Mark Burger knew that there were wildfires somewhat close to his store and home in Gatlinburg, TN on Monday, November 28. However, he wasn’t worried because no evacuation alert had been sent to his mobile phone. Fortunately, Tiger, his Siamese cat knew to be worried – and to alert Mark!
According to the Knoxville News Sentinel, Tiger had started out life as an abandoned kitten near Cleveland, TN. Mark’s son, Tanner, found the cat and gave him to his dad as a gift. Since then, Mark has loved Tiger and learned to pay attention to him. According to Mark, Tiger suits the stereotype of the curious cat. Mark told the Knoxville News Sentinel that Tiger “really doesn’t care about toys. He never gets bored because he’s so curious about everything around him.” Tiger’s habit of paying attention to everything around him paid off on the night of the wildfires.
That evening, the rescued cat paid back the man who had taken him in. Mark told the Knoxville News Sentinel that “Monday the fire seemed far enough away from downtown and the condos on hillsides nearby that I thought it was likely it would be contained before it threatened the city.”