Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Ode to a Mini Schnauzer

Getting a dog is one of the best things my family has ever done. And maybe one of the worst. But I think you'll see why we decided to see our canine glass as half full.

Here are some of the dog-related problems:
  • He smells. Bad.
  • He eats everything. Rocks, garbage, shoes, my student's mom's bag. In 6 months he's had a billion vet visits, 2 xrays and 1 overnight hospital stay with a $3000 endoscopy to get a rock out of his stomach. 
  • He gets all the furniture dirty.
  • Waiting for the Picasso's Basement Kids to arrive!
  • Did I mention that he smells?


Here is what he has given us: 
  1. Unconditional love.
  2. Smiles from my kids when I wake them for school. Including my 13 year old. Enough said.
  3. A mascot for the Picasso's Basement classes. He sits at the childrens feet and watches them make art. Then he eats some erasers. 
  4. Unconditional love.
  5. Moments of unbridled cuteness, particularly when playing with his toy Hulk Hand.
  6. Companionship.
  7. Unconditional love.




AND a constant source of drawing material! Here's what my 8 year old created: 


Once my son draws you you know you are really part of the family! 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Mom Incorporated

I'm now listed (at least temporarily) by a wonderful site called Circle of Moms on their Top 25 Creative Mom blogs. (See your opportunity to vote for me once a day on the circle at right.)

I started looking at some of the other creative blogs and began to wonder about what other mom-business owners find most challenging about working from home.
For me it's a no-brainer: shifting from Mom to Teacher and back again in my family's eyes. 

I teach a thriving little art program from home.
You can see all the students' work on my other posts and on our Artsonia Gallery.
But when the students arrive and I head to the art room I boldly face (insert dramatic music)

THE CHALLENGES OF THE TEACHER/MOM:

1. My 13 Year Old Secretary 
I've arranged to have my older son to answer the phones while I'm teaching. He tends to forget this when he is deep in the midst of some fantasy-oriented-computer-based-role-playing-game.

My secretary
It goes like this:

  • I hear the phone ringing ringing ringing. 
  • I begin to call my teenager's name over and over. 
  • The dog wakes up and begins to bark.
  • Paintbrushes fly. 
  • Chaos ensues.


SOLUTION: A reminder EACH and EVERY time before class starts. Apparently teens can only retain their instructions for a 1 hour period. Who knew? Now I remind my secretary regularly.
Problem solved.

2. My Tiny Juvenile Delinquent
My 8 year old is a joy to have in class, says his Second Grade teacher. 
In her class he's always studiously working, says his Second Grade teacher.
But at home the lines are blurred. Very very blurred.
Pint Sized Delinquent
It might look somewhat classroom-like but he knows better
  • He knows it's really Home. 
  • He knows where all the places are to get into trouble. 
  • He knows if he reads my ART ROOM RULES list and adds the word "NOT" in front of each rule to the amusement of the other students he will not be sent to the Principal's office. 
  • He knows where all the hidden items are that his Mom/Instructor says are not to be shared just yet. 
  • Chaos ensues. 
SOLUTION: The CRACK DOWN. After months of struggle I've discovered that 8 year olds are much like teens. They need reminding. And so each class I remind said 8 year old of how privileged he is to have a class in his house. How fabulous he is at being a role model for the other kids. And how if he doesn't knock it off he's getting booted out of the class. 
Problem solved.


3. My Dog

Joxter 
My dog also clearly sees me in the MOM role and he does NOT like to share MOM. 
  • Students arrive. Doorbell rings. Dog barks.
  • He barks at the beginning of each class until he eventually settles down on the rug and becomes the class mascot. 
  • For the younger groups I crate him in another room. He barks barks barks through class.
  • The phone rings and my Secretary doesn't answer. (See Problem No.1) and the dog barks more.
  • Paintbrushes fly.
  • Chaos ensues.
SOLUTION: TIME. Only time.  I've had him for 3 months. He now barks less and less, he's used to the kids in the basement. He likes curling up near the older kids. Only the crate time during the younger classes remains difficult. All suggestions will be considered seriously! 

So my questions to you Mom/Teachers/Business Owners/Bloggers: 

  • What are your biggest challenges? 
  • What solutions, if any, have you found? 
  • And would you like to walk my dog?