Vesta heats up

rare Berber ring

This is a cool shop with a rich feel: http://www.etsy.com/shop/AntiquesNejadStyle

Auntie pressed something into Vesta’s hand.

“Your uncle and I got this during one of our whirlwind trips.  It reminds me of carefree youthful days in love, and I want you to have it.

Still in the city with Auntie, sorting sorting sorting.  Vesta was getting overwhelmed.  The past could have a suffocating grip.

She called Jean.

sexy greek icons

This Santorini shop is full of traditional greek icons. Only one is modeled by this handsome chiseled chin, though. http://www.etsy.com/shop/GreekMythos

They went to dinner and debated the role that women would play in the upcoming election.  Heated debate excited Vesta.

She never made it back to Auntie’s townhouse.

antique french postcard

I got lost in time and place in this amazing shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/CartesPostales

In the morning Jean put on his gift-giving face.

Jean asked Vesta to move in.

She could not suppress her laughter.

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About AngelaLTodd

I am queen of the helicopter parents. But there are enough of us that we are becoming a social problem. Here’s my story. Thing 1 was coming, they couldn’t stop him, it was only 24 weeks and 3 days. Someone asked: should we try to save him? Well, yes. Yes! Ten days later, a team of doctors closed the door behind us to explain brain bleeds, sepsis, meningitis. Shall we pull the plug? Well, no. No! Babydaddy laid hands on him every day, massaged him when he was ready. For the three months he was in intensive care, and the three weeks at an intermediate hospital, I would get up in the night and pump breast milk, thinking about my baby across town. Babydaddy delivered it every morning, earning the name “milkman.” It was funny. We had every therapy going for as long as possible: early intervention, the intermediate unit, private therapies. Terms multiplied: sensory processing dysfunction, sensory integration problems, orally defensive, auditory sensitivities, comprehensive developmental delay, cognitive function impairment, retinopathy of prematurity. He did occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech therapy, play therapy; we consulted with a neurologist, school psychologist, wraparound service provider, developmental specialist. He worked with an occupational therapist for a year and a half to tolerate teeth and hair brushing. Not surprisingly, parenting didn’t feel natural. I learned to read to my baby watching Phyllis, our physical therapist. Voices, commentary, labeling colors, counting… she was very good! Merging professional research skills with my genetic propensity for silliness (mom was class clown, dad’s distantly related to Lucille Ball), my mothering style came together. Eventually. But I still channel Phyllis on occasion. Thing 2 was full term. They are complete opposites; she is a sensory seeker with a wild sense of adventure and an inventive sense of fashion. Keeping them both busy and happy is an exasperating and sweet challenge. I still believe that every day can be fun and educational while reinforcing kids' boundaries. I’m on a mission to save us helicopter parents from ourselves. No more bubble wrapped kids and guilty parents. Let’s teach them coping skills. Let’s get fun.
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