A Moving Van Gogh

I have been experiencing some technical difficulties of late. I often update my blog from my phone and I often must do this while holding a 9 month old. Blogging from my phone limits hyperlinks and other things that would make the blog more useful. Blogging on a phone while holding a 9 month old means posts can be entirely deleted when the 9 month old decides the bright light of the phone looks appealing and she wants to touch it.

So what's the solution? Hopefully, we have found it. My husband suggested I get an HP Pavilion--part laptop, part touchpad. It should meet my blogging needs as well as some other technology needs that have recently arisen. Let's hope it does the trick.

As to those deleted posts...I had intended to share with you the story of my Van Gogh print yesterday, but Baby Anne deleted that post. Clearly, everyone's a critic. But here's the story anyway.

This week my beloved Van Gogh self-portrait print found a new home in Meg and Clare's room. It is on what they call their art wall and hangs with prints from Beatrix Potter and Mary Cassatt.

So the question becomes how did Mr. Van Gogh end up here. Many years ago, a friend of mine travelled to Amsterdam and visited the Van Gogh museum. Knowing I liked Van Gogh, she purchased the above print and gave it to me upon her return. I was very touched by my friend's thoughtfulness and loved the self-portrait. I immediately framed the print and it has had a home on my walls for about 15 years now. The print has hung in my college dorm room and in my basement bedroom during law school. It hung in my first solo apartment as well as in the home where my husband and I brought home newborn Meg and Clare. And it has hung in the many other homes I have had in those 15 years. In our current home (the home we plan to live in until we die because (1) we love it, and (2) I never want to move again), the print was first in our bedroom. When we moved our bedroom, the print moved as well. But eventually Van Gogh ended up in the family room.

During all of this moving, Meg has become Van Gogh's biggest fan. Since Christmas she has been telling me her favorite Van Gogh paintings and she currently dreams of a Van Gogh birthday cake (see her dream cake here). While we were on  vacation, Meg asked if we could move Mr. Van Gogh to her room. I agreed. So for awhile at least, our moving Van Gogh has a new home.