Photography preparedness

January and February are gestating months for my photography business.  I started Althea Dotzour Photography last summer, had a fabulous first six months.  Really!  Who knew that running a photography business could be so very, very much fun!

The months and weeks leading up to Christmas were super busy.  I just loved helping my clients put together great gifts and cards for the holidays.  Then throughout January, I’ve switched gears and have been doing a lot of behind-the-scenes work on my business.  I’ve read lots of books on providing stellar customer service and on running a successful business.  I’ve been meeting with another up-and-coming photographer, Mallory (Fitzgerald Photography), and it’s been so energizing to have someone to talk with whose business is in a similar position.

My to-do list is long and growing as I try to get all the administrative pieces in place for the year.  Yet, new photo sessions are on the way.  I have a newborn session scheduled in a few weeks (yay baby!), a business session planned for April, and lots of people starting to talk to me about session when the weather warms and the earth greens up!  If you’re interested in scheduling something this spring, give me a call so I can get you on my calendar:)

I’m about to sign up for a two-day workshop with one of my photography role-models, Audrey Woulard.  If I get into the workshop…wow.  It’s going to be so amazing!!  Audrey does incredible work, and I have a feeling that spending a couple days with her (and my fellow workshop attendees) will provide a major boost to my photography work this year.

I feel so lucky to have the opportunity to pursue my creative passion, to help families capture fleeting moments, and to connect with so many wonderful clients.  Looking forward to the future!!!

Olympics maddness

I love the Olympics.  Really, really love them.  In general, I’m pretty luke-warm about sports.  Actually, usually I’m just plain uninterested in sports.  But there’s something about the Olympics that gets me so excited and hopeful and happy and obsessed.

Since the opening ceremony on February 12, we’ve been watching the evening broadcast each night.  That first weekend, we watched it during the day too.  Then on day four, Tuesday last week, I needed a break.  So I wrote the Olympics a note:

Dear 2010 Winter Olympics,

These last four days have been great.  Really, really great.  I’ve laughed, I’ve yelled, I’ve even gotten misty-eyed.  So thank you.
But, my dear Olympics, I think I need a break.  Just a night…a little time off.   It’s me not you.  Things have just been moving so fast…
So I’m making a choice to skip the men’s figure skating short program and women’s super G and some speed skating.  I may regret it, but I think it’s the best choice for me tonight.
See you again on Wednesday!

Love,
Althea

Since that one night away from Olympics, I’ve been back 100%, and it’s been great.  I love the variety of events.  The skiing is great.  And short track speed skating really makes me excited.  I love figure skating too, although I’m not nearly as devoted a fan as I was in the ’90s.

I wish I had a photo to post of myself at the 1988 Olympics in Calgary.  Terry and I went together just before little Joe was born; I was 10 years old.  My favorite parts were collecting pins, walking around the Olympic village, meeting the mascots Hidy and Howdy, watching a lady use her fur coat as a sled to slide down a hill, and drinking hot chocolate at the cross-country event while listening to the Swiss folks ring their enormous cow bells.  My least favorite parts were losing my hat on a bus on the way to a skiing event and then discovering that my pink moon boots weren’t waterproof and getting so wet and cold that I cried.

It’s too bad that the 1016 summer Olympics won’t be in Chicago…it would have been a lot of fun to take the kids!  My brother Joe is an Olympics-lover as well, and he hopes to go to London in 1012.  I hope he does so I can live vicariously!

What’s your favorite part of the Olympics?  Do you prefer summer or winter?  How do you feel about Bob Costas?  What are you going to do when they’re over?

Love,

Althea

Admiration

Andrew has a friend over to play this afternoon.  From the moment she walked in the door, Sylvia has been mesmerized by Olivia.  She stands still, hardly breathing, just watching this amazing four-year-old galavant around our house.  Then my little Sylv ran into her bedroom and came back without her dress on.  She was holding a purple shirt.  A purple shirt just like Olivia.

Sylvia’s jeans are in the wash, and she was beside herself, pointing wildly at Olivia’s jeans and sobbing.  I tried to talk her into dark purple or dark blue pants, but she couldn’t stand the idea of not correctly modeling after her new idol.  Fortunately, with a nudge from me, Olivia turned to Sylvia and told her (in her sweet lisp) that Sylvia looked great and that they both had on purple shirts, which was really cool.  Sylvie didn’t smile or acknowledge the comment, but I could just see her little posture change as she absorbed the world.  Then my little girl turned and headed happily into her room…content with the rightness of the universe.

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Sylvia is now napping and Olivia and Andrew are playing in his bedroom.  There’s lots of laughter and some angry words and then more laughter.  They’re currently discussing where the babies are pooping (everywhere!).  Earlier there was some raised voices and announcements that there would be no marriage until after they were grown up.

Cute kids:)  Seeing Sylvia so aware of other kids makes me aware of some of the differences between my two kids.  Andrew just generally doesn’t seem to model his clothing or behavior after other kids.  Like as a general rule, Andrew’s doing his own thing and so what others are doing is only interesting to him as it relates to his current activities.  Sylvia absolutely loves to emulate other’s behavior.  She is currently really intense about noting/wanting other kid’s clothes and shoes and toys.  She loves to copy her brother.  Or me.  Or Bryan.  And apparently, she also now likes to dress like super cool preschoolers.  It’s really interesting to see the stages that kids go through as they change and grow.

Love,

Althea

Dreaming of spring

I’m happy to report that it is the last week in February, and I am still enjoying winter.  True story!  I’m having fun playing in the snow, going sledding, bundling the kids up for walks in the neighborhood.  I have a sense that spring is the next season, but so far, I’m not too anxious for it to be here.  My goal is to be a fan of winter until about March 10.  Then, when I start going spring-crazy, it’ll actually be coming in the next month or so:)

Yet, as I gazed out the window at my snow-covered yard, I found myself dreaming of green things growing.  I imagined dirt and worms and grass and flowers.  The Flower Factory just sent me their enormous catalog of plants, and in a fit of gardening inspiration, I decided to map out an ambitious garden for our backyard.  Bryan and I have been envisioning this garden for four or five, or maybe six years now, but we’ve worked on other parts of the yard up to this point.

If you’re interested in helping dig up some turf in April, let me know!  I think we’ll need help:)  Also, I totaled up the cost of the plants that I think I’d like to fill in this new garden, and it totaled (sigh) $400.  So maybe we’ll do this on a multi-year program.

It’s fun to have a plan in hand and a plant list ready.  When the ground thaws, I hope we’re able to spend a weekend removing some turf and laying down landscaping fabric and putting in some edging.  Then the fun part…new plants!  It’ll be a prairie garden, and I can’t wait to have some of my favorite prairie plants growing in my own yard.

Kindergarten options

This is the post I meant to write when I wrote about my little boy growing up.  Now that I’ve had a moment to sigh and reflect and then to record all the dates for the 2010-11 school year in my calendar, I’m feeling a little more onboard with the whole “going to kindergarten” thing.

Our elementary school is just around the corner from our house.  I love the idea of walking to school.  I sure have loved walking (or biking or sledding) Andrew to Monona Grove Nursery School, which is just across the street from his elementary school.  It feels so neighborly and sweet to be right close by.

The Frank Allis school houses (in apparently very crowded conditions) two separate schools.  The first is the normal Allis Elementary School.  There’s a nice little write-up about that school on their website.  Looks like it’s been a school for 92 years!  The second is a dual language charter school called Nuestro Mundo (click here for more info on their program).

On Monday night, I hurried through the falling light to attend an informational session on Nuestro Mundo.  As I crossed the street toward the school, I stopped for a moment to snap the photo above on my phone.  I’ve never been in this school before, and it struck me that after I walked through the doors, it would never be “new” again.  At some point, it will probably be so homey and familiar that I won’t even remember what it felt like when this building was new and foreign and a little bit scary.

The informational session was held in a third grade classroom, and the room was packed.  It seemed to be about half English speakers and half Spanish speakers.  The teacher who led the session addressed the room in Spanish and was then translated by another teacher.  Questions were answered in both languages.  Apparently, for future meetings (and PTO meetings and things like that) the presentations are done in Spanish, and English speakers wear a headset where they can hear simultaneous translations so the meetings go a little faster.

Nuestro Mundo is a charter school, and they enroll about 50% Spanish speaking kids and 50% English speaking kids.  (See here for an article written about the school by my friend Samara.)  In kindergarten, the instruction is 90% in Spanish, and it shifts about 10% a year until by third grade, instruction is half English, half Spanish.  Children are taught literacy first in Spanish and then, after they are proficient readers, in English.

There is a lottery for enrollment in the school, and it sounds like about half of the students who want to get in actually make it.  So in a way, I don’t want to get too caught up in wanting this program, because who knows if we’ll get in.

Here are some of my thoughts as I approach the idea of picking the right school for Andrew:

  1. I want Andrew to love school.  I’d like him to be happy at school, to connect to his teacher, to smile with his classmates, to feel comfortable and confident and secure.  I’d like him to skip on his way to school.  And even if he never will tell me one little bit about his day, I’d like to know in my heart that it was a good one, full of nice friends, compassionate teachers, and fun activities.
  2. Wherever her goes, I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes my young boy a little while to warm up.  Andrew seems to be an observer by nature.  I notice that in group settings, he often waits on the sidelines and checks things out until he feels comfortable enough to jump in.  That said, he has a great time in his own little sidelines, and he’s usually very content to play games or read or do art on his own until he’s ready to engage with others.  At least in preschool, Andrew seems to be a kid who plays well with everyone but who doesn’t have a couple special friends.  Whenever I ask him about his friends, he’ll rattle off the names of several kids, and if I try to suss out who he most enjoys spending time with, he smiles and throws up his hands, “I like all my friends at school, Mom!”
  3. Academically, I think that Andrew is pretty advanced right now.  Due to his focused, cognitive nature, he’s been fascinated with letters and reading for the last year.  If he’s in the mood, he can now read almost any picture book he picks up.  I love it when he reads to Sylvia!  His writing is somewhat legible, and he really enjoys writing “journals” and books.  At the suggestion of his preschool teacher, I’ve made a little dictionary for him with all the words that he’s asked me to spell for him.  It’s one of his favorite possessions.  Andrew is also really interested in numbers and math, and he often asks me to quiz him with “a tricky one” about addition or subtraction.  He loves telling the temperature, and we’ve been having fun this winter with negative numbers:)
    Because of all this, I think that the academic content of a traditional kindergarten will be much less important than the social and enrichment aspects of going to school.  In the dual immersion language program, it looks like kids score lower on academic achievement testing for several years (actually until 6th grade at which point they score better than traditional classrooms).  I’m guessing that this is because the kids are working on language skills in addition to everything else.  If Andrew goes to the dual immersion language program, his early literacy and math skills might not lag as much as they do for kids since he’s starting out with many early skills, and that makes me feel a little better, because to tell the truth, I have a bit of a hard time signing up for a program that could from some perspectives leave Andrew at an academic disadvantage.
  4. The things that I love, love, love about Nuestro Mundo is that it could give Andrew something that Bryan and I can’t give him…fluency in a second language.  Even more than that, though, the school is designed to help students become global citizens.  I love the idea of Andrew gaining a multicultural education (actually, this is true in either school).  I love the idea of a school where he learns at such an early age about how to dive in and learn a new language, a new culture.
    Before I had kids, I remember thinking that I really wanted to expose them to a wide variety of people and cultures and situations.  I had hoped to spend time in parts of town or in parts of the world that are very different from ours so that we could, together, build familiarity with that which initially feels foreign.  We haven’t really done this at all, and so maybe this is a great way to start!
  5. A couple weeks ago, I read an article in my alumni magazine, The Carleton Voice about Carleton’s growing international program.  I thought the lesson applied strongly to our kindergarten choice:

About three years ago, stormy weather stranded Carleton President Robert Oden Jr. in the Detroit airport. Although his 37-hour delay was both regrettable and forgettable, he came across a magazine article that wasn’t. On the subject of global leadership, the writer had interviewed more than 20 leaders in business, industry, the arts, and government from around the world.

“When they were asked how future leaders should be educated, their answers were remarkably similar,” recalls President Oden. “Almost all of them said something like: ‘Become fluent in at least two, preferably three languages—and spend as much time as you possibly can with people from other countries.’ ” A number of the leaders went on to describe the importance of developing the knowledge, understanding, and skills required to effectively communicate and negotiate with people from anywhere in the world.”

Fine!  I thought, I’ll be brave!  I’ll sign Andrew up for a program in which he’ll be jumping into 90% Spanish.  The teachers seem terrific, and they’ll help him along.  Andrew seems to talk in gibberish half the time, and he eats up the Spanish words that I share with him, so picking up a new language should come pretty easy to him.

Ahh, I don’t know.  I find myself really leaning toward Nuestro Mundo, but I’m wondering…what are your thoughts?

FYI, here’s the school data profile for the Frank Allis Elementary School and here’s the school data profile on Nuestro Mundo.

Growing up…registering for kindergarten

Can you believe that my little baby boy is going to be a kindergartner this fall?

It’s true.

Four and a half years ago, he looked like this.  He was a tiny newborn who didn’t even know how to nurse.  He was about to open his blue eyes to see the sunlight of a new day for the very first time.  I slept with him curled right next to me because being apart from his little self made me feel like I was missing a limb or an organ.

He had grown in my womb, and through his birth, I became a mother and he became a child of the world.

Then he started growing up.  Not being a newborn.

He can clap when we ask him He started walking and running and then talking too.

As he’s grown, Andrew has consistently shown his lovely self.  He’s solid.  And smart.  And imaginative.  And determined.  And reserved.  And mellow.  Except when he’s crazy.  He takes his time to warm up, and when he does, his smile shines like the sun.

Boy is a bit cold from swimming!

He’s made friends.  Good friends.  Who help him grow and adjust and delight in the world in new and wonderful ways.

Alivia and Andrew walkin' in the fall

Favorite photo!!

He’s gone from being a baby to becoming a big brother.  And in that moment, he suddenly became so big, so grown up.

So much love! Andrew has loved going to preschool at Monona Grove Nursery School.  I love the small size of his school, the wonderful teachers, the relaxed, play-based, non-academic atmosphere.  It’s such a gentle first school experience.  Plus, the other children and their parents are so much fun.

Here's Andrew with his teachers Sending him to preschool two mornings a week last year and three mornings a week this year has been a wonderful addition to our days.

I recently learned that I need to register Andrew for kindergarten (I’ve also recently learned that I don’t know how to spell kindergarten).   March 1.  aaaaaak!  Sorry, I’m better.  I’m really excited about Andrew going to kindergarten.  But.  yeah.  It feels like a big step.  It feels like moving from the known and familiar to the unknown.  He’ll be away from me for seven hours a day, five days a week.  He’ll be going to school in a big building that has always looked to me more like a high school than an elementary school.  And I think he’ll be fine.  I’ll just need a little time to adjust.  Here, in the comfort of the interwebs, I will adjust.

It’s an odd thing, learning to let go.  When our babes are tiny, it feels like we can control every aspect of their existence.  We choose their toys and their clothes and the songs they listen to and the people they interact with.  We can ensure that they only eat exactly the kinds of foods we want them to have in their precious little bodies.  Then, slowly, that shifts.  If we’re smart, we let other people take care of them, give our children the opportunity to experience life solo with relatives and friends or babysitters.  Then, suddenly, they have experiences that are apart from us.  They know songs or books or games that we’ve never heard of.  And it’s wonderful, and it feels a little odd.

So this kindergarten thing is just a part of that whole letting go continuum.  It’s symbolic of starting in the long school process that will culminate in high school graduation.  It’s going to mean a big change in the way our days are structured and in the way we spend time together.  And it’s going to mean that most of Andrew’s waking hours will be spent in the company of people I don’t currently know anything about, but I’m sure they’ll be lovely.   Ahh, big changes.

Oh, a new favorite picture of my boy!

By the time September rolls around, I think that my independent, brave little guy…who will then be five years old…will be all ready.  Hopefully, I will be too!

Sylvia’s birthday evening

Bryan came home from work on February 11 with a pretty balloon to the delight of his two-year-old.  After supper, we put another set of cupcakes on our balloon tray and once again serenaded Sylvia with the birthday song.

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She really understands the ceremony of singing and blowing out candles this year.  And she’s so excited that it is her turn!

IMG_3614After supper, we retired to the living room, where the kids ate their toes.

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Bryan was disgusted.IMG_3624 Andrew did a super job of being a big brother to the birthday girl.  It can be hard to have your sibling getting all the attention for the day, but he handled it quite well.

IMG_3626LuAnn got Sylvia this fantastic red corduroy cape.  It’s lined in a vibrant black and white flannel and has a great button at the neck.  She’s going to be so cute wearing it!

IMG_3641Then LuAnn really outdid herself and made Sylvia a beautiful dress.  With a matching one for her dolly.  And a matching purse.  Sylvia immediately wanted to try them all on and checked out all the details.

IMG_3654Here’s my favorite picture of my birthday girl.

IMG_3653Here, Sylvia is also sporting her new bath robe and her new red shoes!

IMG_3660My little water flower.

IMG_3670An outfit change…trying on jeans, a lamb shirt, and putting her shoes on herself.

IMG_3678She says, “Birthdays are great!”

IMG_3682Happy birthday, sweet Sylvia!

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Sylvia is two!

My little sunshine girl is now a two-year-old!  She and Andrew are currently racing around the house wearing only undies, and Sylvia’s round little baby cheeks are peeking out under her pink horsie panties.  The kids got temporary tattoos for Valentine’s, and their arms and legs look spotted as they are both sporting around 15 pieces of body art on their arms and legs.

Sylvia’s birthday on Thursday, February 11 was a lovely day.  Bryan’s mom had flown into town on Wednesday, and her being here helped it feel like a party.

To celebrate her birthday, we made pink cupcakes from The Pioneer Woman’s new cookbook with an amazing cream cheese frosting.  The recipe made almost two cups of extra frosting…and it may or may not have been almost entirely covertly eaten by me.  We frosted the cupcakes in a variety of bright colors and put them on a blue-painted cake board with some pretty ribbon.  Voila!  Sylvia had a bunch of balloons for her birthday cake.

IMG_3515Here’s Granny with her two happy grandkids.

IMG_3527Yay!  Sylvia’s two!

IMG_3523What follows are some pictures of a mid-afternoon cupcake party we had with Celia, Eli, and Jessica.  Sylvia loved having us sing happy birthday to her.

IMG_3550Clapping her hands in appreciation for our song.

IMG_3554Blowing out her candles.

IMG_3555Finally!  It’s time to eat!

IMG_3563Mmm.  that frosting is sooo good!

IMG_3571That’s my girl.

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Mr. Eli enjoyed his cupcakes as well. IMG_3569

Bright-eyed Celia.

IMG_3582Guess what color cupcake she was eating…

IMG_3593Lovely Jessica seems to have avoided covering her face in frosting, unlike the smaller party attendees.

IMG_3597Check out the amazing placemat and napkin that Jessica appliqued for Sylvia.  My girl loves it.  “Two!” she says.  “Cupcake.  Two!”

IMG_3540Pretty pink tulips from Flagstads for my pretty two-year-old.  Both of them are blooming happiness.

IMG_3599More photos of Sylvia’s birthday evening are on their way!  Looking back, it was a delightful day.  Thanks LuAnn and Jessica, Eli, and Celia for helping us celebrate.

Bleak House

Bryan and I really, really enjoyed the BBC mini-series Bleak House. I highly recommend it.

There’s a scene that somehow seemed appropriate with our life this last week of stomach-flu-enforced isolation.  Bryan quoted it the other night, and we both had a good laugh.

Sir Leicester Dedlock: Is it still raining my love?

Lady Dedlock: Yes my love. And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place. Bored to death with my life. Bored to death with myself.

Sir Leicester Dedlock: What was that, my love?

Lady Dedlock: Nothing…of consequence.

Fortunately, this morning Bryan is healthy and at work, Andrew is healthy and at preschool and Sylvia is healthy and is at daycare at Donna’s.  And so far, I have escaped the bug. So we’ve all left our Bleak House, and the sun is shining!
I’m grateful for our piles of books, for 101 Datamations and The Fox and the Hound. For roasted turkey and tapioca pudding. For hours snuggling and blankets and days after days spent in pajamas. We’ve been “slugging it” here at the Dotzour house as everyone got well. I can’t tell you, dear Internet, how happy I am to be rejoining the world!

Only One for a few more days

My baby turnrs two-years old on the 11th.  Sweet baby Sylvia!  I somehow can’t believe it.  While many of her friends are already two, I find myself saying on a daily basis, “She’s just One!”  When she’s having problems, she’s just one.  When she is being heartbreakingly sweet to Andrew, she’s just one.  When she wakes up two or four or eight times in the night, she’s just one.  When she gets dressed all by herself and has well-formed ideas about her clothes, her food, her books, she’s just one.

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When Sylvia first turned one, she was just stepping (crawling) out of tiny babyhood.  Now she’s a full toddler and even setting her sights toward the world of preschoolers.

IMG_1936 I went through all the clothes in her room yesterday, removing the last of the 12-month (too short in the arms and legs) items, and weeding out some of the 18-month clothes since many of them have become high-water pants and 3/4 length sleeves in the last couple months.  I was thinking back on what life was like a year ago.  When she was not-quite-one, she was pulling up and cruising on furniture.  She was crawling after her brother.

IMG_1924 A year ago, we had just recently improved her dreadful napping situation so she would nap for more than 20 minutes at a time.  And she was still nursing.  What times I spent nursing my sweet baby girl.

IMG_1923 It was just about one year ago that Sylvia was still nursing every couple hours at night.  In February 2009, I went to Texas with the kids to stay with Bryan’s family, and I used the opportunity to wean her of some of her night feedings.  She and I shared a room on the opposite side of the house from Bryan’s parents and Andrew. When Sylvia woke to nurse, I would comfort her but not nurse her.  And she wailed for 45 minutes.  This happened three times, and each time, she wailed for 45 minutes.  After the clock hit 4:30am, I nursed her.  She was very unhappy for two other nights, but after that, she slept straight from bedtime until 4:30.  What a wonderful relief that was!  Continuous sleep is a wonderful thing.  And these days, although she still tends to wake up 2-3 times, Bryan’s usually the one who hears and re-settles her.

IMG_2116These days, Sylvia’s favorite activities are dressing up in costume, or perhaps more often, running around in the buff with her big brother.  She loves music…making music, dancing to music, listening to music.  She loves dolls, and it’s so sweet to watch her tend to them – feeding them, covering them with blankets, patting them.  She loves to make me soup in her kitchen and warns me several times that it’s hot and I must blow on it.  She likes to color and play with play dough.  And she spends hours at the sink or in the tub playing with running water.  It seems to soothe her soul.

IMG_2118Sylvia is into high fashion.  Or at least her version of high fashion.  She picks outfits with lots of colors and dots and strips, she likes her hair done up in more than one barrette.  She loves shoes, and since she was old enough to stand, I would come into her room in the morning, and instead of greeting me, she would gesture dramatically to her shoes…she wanted them on her feet!

IMG_2135Dear Sylvia, I am so honored and thankful that you came into my life.  Thank you for bringing such vibrancy into our family.  Thank you for being such a tender, fun person.  Thank you for saying, “Daddy” when we go around the table at dinnertime to share a gratitude.  Thank you for morning snuggles and bedtime stories, for jumping into new situations with such enthusiasm and vigor.  For holding onto things and not letting go.  For exclaiming each morning when we open the curtains, “Snow!”  For becoming such an amazing playmate for Andrew.  For being my little girl and for loving me.

I’ve loved being your mama these last two years, and I look forward with joy in my heart to seeing what comes next.

Love and hugs,

Mama