The 8 straight days of the Vancouver Children’s Festival finished yesterday- I was again (5th year running!) the volunteer coordinator for the Face Painting tents. Favourite kid all week- a little sassy 9 year old boy wanted me to paint a campfire and a stick with roasting marshmallows. IT WAS RAD!! When I finished, he loved it, but asked if I could make the marshmallows more toasted and brown? I was happy to oblige. We high-fived and off he went…
But after all of that, today was a much needed and much deserved recovery day. I LOVE the hard earned days like this: woke up and laid in bed until 11am, then went downstairs and laid on the couch until 1pm, then did some dishes, laundry, a quick shower, then laid back in bed again until around 4pm. Nice, hey?
Then I FINALLY managed to head out the door to get some groceries and back in time for my Art Girls Take Over The World (AGTOTW) meeting at 7pm. I was hosting the meeting tonight, so really I just laid on the couch for another 2 hours and talked to some of my fav women about art and meaning and it’s purpose in our lives.
So now I have a week off (other studio projects on the go, of course) and then the Surrey Kids Fest starts. More face painting! But this next event is contained to 3 intense days… And I’m seriously hoping the volunteers are as awesome as the ones this last week at the Vancouver festival- after 5 years of working as the face painting coordinator, this was the BEST year of volunteers- really top notch artists, and some really good kids. (almost all of them are high school students.) My faith has been restored in 15 year olds… how long do you think that will that last?
One of the interesting and unexpected side affect of being pregnant while working at a children’s festival is that I have been much more aware of all the: pregnant women, the happy (and not so happy) families, the dads spending the day with the kids, the brands of strollers, the adorable shoes for toddlers… I’m gaining some kind of ‘mommy tunnel vision’ with this slowly growing belly of mine… heightened awareness for sure. I have a feeling it’s only going to get more powerful in the upcoming months (years?).
Dustin just told me that he’s wondering how many times we’ll use the word “poopy” in the next 3 years. And how tuned in we’ll become to the wide range and variety of “poopy”…
And the big news of the week- I started to feel the baby moving a couple days ago- I had gotten home from a 10 hour day at the festival, exhausted, and I laid down on the couch for a rest (a theme in my life, apparently)… Dustin was sitting in the chair next to me, chatting away, and there it was- the feeling of little butterfly wings flapping around in my belly. I know that’s where the baby is, cause I can feel my utereus expanding- right now it’s a hard cantelope shape rising up, just under my belly button right now. I smiled and had a couple tears, knowing that this is just the beginning of experiencing the movements of my child, and I can’t wait until Dustin can feel it too.
Baby Peanut has been joining me in my dreams, and still remains a gender-neutral character, full of giggles and cuddles. But the little nut hasn’t declared their intention to me yet- boy or girl?
Oye, it’s late! Taking these souls to bed.
Ciao for now.