angels

Cooper’s aunt recently suggested that Cooper and I make some more 'angels' together and since he's all about painting with his whole hands this seems the perfect time to do it. We have made these together in the past as gifts for special folks in our lives, but I’ve never considered selling them until my SIL suggested it.

I’ve given this a lot of thought as these are “special” to me and decided that if offering them for sale they should be done in a ‘special’ way. So, rather than simply numbering each one I’ve decided to give each of them their own name – and we are naming each one to honor a special angel (teacher/therapist) who has guarded and guided and helped Cooper on his journey. Now, you may read some of the names and think “hmm, ok, odd” but what I’ve done is use the name that HE calls them, ex Kessy is Kelsey, Cole – while not an unusual name is actually Nicole, Lolilan is Lorianne, and Lala-lee is Natalie, you get the idea. So far I have about 25 names and as each angel is completed, we are randomly naming them from a slip of paper he pulls from a ‘hat’.
The process is simple and fun, I do a background – have that dried and ready for him when he enters the studio. He, of course, loves making the handprint wings and (with a little help) thumbprint heads, and then I “hand over hand” with him to paint the angel’s gown, which is kind of a transparent copper color just in case 'we' get a little too enthusiastic or overzealous.
Here is his Etsy site! COOPERandMOM.etsy.com Enjoy!! :)

hot wax!

Last week I started playing around with encaustics, something I've been curious about for years, but haven't had the time or energy to explore. I'm hooked, completely in love - I love the smell, the warmth, the feel, something about it takes me away and back to something familiar although I can't pinpoint what it is. We're quite a ways away from being able to share this experience with Cooper, even I have to draw the line at molten wax and a 5 year old, but we will get there :)

2 steps forward, 2 steps back, rinse and repeat

Lately I have been thinking about how Cooper is doing in the “stu-B-yo” and questioning if we have taken a few steps back. In the past few weeks he has gone from:

1. holding a brush and painting or making numbers to

2. quickly placating me by using the brush for 30-45 seconds before finger painting to

3. putting his entire hand in the paint then “hand painting” on the canvas to
4. just using the paint as lotion - canvas completely ignored…

I was beginning to feel like my best laid plans had been thwarted (again!) by a small but determined boy, then I reminded myself of the goal of this project - have fun, spend time together, explore and create; I have decided my new plan will be to just “go with it” - and we are meeting those goals in spades!

This time together has also sort of naturally evolved into an opportunity to work on speech and language skills. When he's in the studio he is much calmer, focused and able to stay in one spot for a surprising length of time - most days. Earlier this week he was not only asking for specific colors but showing me on the canvas exactly where he wanted me to put the paint! Because it's something that he loves doing it makes him work a little harder to communicate his wants to me.

As far as the first 12 canvases go, you're looking at two of them! he has covered every inch of those at least 2x over, easy to do when you paint with your entire hand! So, it's time for my next layer. My intent is for us to keep working and layering together and hopefully I will know when they are finished. Although these are still "in progress" they are getting close to completion.

irony, finger paint and humble pie

So as I was writing the last post I was thinking all along about how much “better” Cooper was doing, in almost every area. I think I painted a very “rosy” picture and admittedly I was feeling pretty good about everything. Then just to keep things in check…a week long summer break happened…

I simply cannot stress how important routine is to our little man, and throwing in a whole week without school is usually a disaster. Armed with this knowledge I had planned a busy week for the two of us. A day trip to visit my family in north Alabama, a quick trip down to the beach to visit friends, a play date with a friend from school, maybe the zoo, maybe the barn and lots of time in the studio. I had been planning and prepping for a few weeks (child-proofing my studio was no easy task) and with all my plans lined up I was feeling pretty confident we were going to have a great week.

The week before the break Cooper decided (for reasons we still haven’t figured out) that his car seat would no longer be his standard MO for travel. He had pulled these Houdini-like stunts in the past, “click- click-shimmy” and the next thing I know there is a small boy standing next to me as I’m driving down the interstate! Long story short, scolding, reasoning, bribing, punishing nothing would work- and none of the angel locks or guards worked to deter him either. The thought of a 4-5 hour drive to the beach was just too much -- the 20 minute drive to school was taking closer to 45 minutes with the multiple stops to put him back in his seat. So the beach trip was cancelled… Defeated, Grant and I changed out the safety throne Britax car seats and settled for simple boosters with a seatbelt guard – it’s not ideal but safer than pulling over every 5 minutes. Crisis averted.

Monday, the first day of our “well planned week” he had a fever, no other symptoms, so our trip to visit my parents was postponed. It stormed that day so any outside activities were also off the table. Long story short, we had four “black and white” days and one really good day, the day we spent with my family. By “black and white” I mean there was no middle ground, either he was happy and engaged with me or he was violently melting down, and this up and down cycle was rapid and unpredictable. Despite all of that, we were somehow able to spend a good amount of time in the studio, although it was completely “on his terms” no “making numbers” and only using the brush for a minute or two each time. After placating me with the brush he would look at me with is tiny finger poised over a gooey puddle of paint and sweetly ask ”Poin-tah?” (Think Aussie accent, compliments of the wiggles). “Yes buddy, you can use your pointer” this is supposed to be fun after all. The result is actually quite pretty, big sweeping areas of translucent color, layered over some collage work I did earlier. We’re working on 12 different canvases so there’s lots of surface to keep him busy.

On Thursday morning my friend Tracy dropped off a book she thought I needed to read. I wasn’t home when she came by – I was out driving Cooper around looking at houses…I’m not sure what it is about driving through neighborhoods he so enjoys, but it keeps him happy and entertained, that is until he finds the house he’s looking for. “This one!” he shouts from the backseat, pointing at some random house. Then, as we pass the random house, his heart breaks followed by tears, more pointing, more shouting “that one! I want that one!” He just certain there’s someone in there who wants us to stop in and visit. Anyway, the book, “The Horse Boy” amazing, amazing story, she was right; I did need to read it. Thank you Tracy – it couldn’t have come at a better time.

So, after a fairly rocky week – which we survived with only minor scratches and a few small bruises – the weekend rolled around and dad was home (as he should be on a non-school day!) and we were finally back in our routine. He had a perfect weekend with lots of language, easily engaged, happy, snuggly and sweet and just for fun – lots of finger painting.