Ottawa social media scene heats up this July!

Are you interested in Ottawa’s social media scene? If you are, you’re going to want to clear your calendar for the month of July! There are at least two don’t-miss events happening, and they’re both promising to be fantastic experiences.

First, we have the perennial and amazingly fun Blog Out Loud Ottawa (BOLO) on July 7:


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BOLO is one of my favourite social events of the year! Would you like to be one of the 20 bloggers who takes the stage to read a favourite blog post from the past year? Here are the deets from the official BOLO blog:

Here’s the basic idea:

* There’s a due date for declaring you want to read – Friday, June 10. If you’d like to read, I need to know the exact blog post you have in mind – please don’t send me an email saying you want to read, but you don’t know what. It should be something from the past year (or so) and should be able to be read aloud in less than five minutes. Pick something you really love, that represents who you are and what your blog is about – and that will be sure to come across when you’re standing at the microphone.

* All entries received by June 10 will be read and enjoyed by me and a panel of bloggers (who are not submitting a post for reading). Our favourite 10 entries will be selected for reading at BOLO.

* All other entries will go into a random-draw pot and the final 11 readers will be picked at random.

If we have 21 people or fewer interested by June 10, then you’re all in, and that would be fantastic. I’ll definitely announce it when all the spots are gone, so if it’s after June 10 and you haven’t heard anything, and you’d still like to read, we probably have spots left.

If you are interested in being on my judging panel, please let me know. Note that if you are on the jury, you can’t submit a post for reading.

I’ve thrown my hat into the ring, although I’m not sure I could top last year when I exposed my innermost soul and my favourite bra to a packed and sweaty house. 😉

And!! As if that weren’t enough excitement for the Ottawa social media scene, there is a fantastic new social media “learnathon” that will be the other don’t-miss event of the summer: the Social Capital conference, taking place on Saturday July 23:

If you consider yourself a social media ‘buff’, then Social Capital will be the place to be in Ottawa on Saturday July 23rd! Social Capital is your opportunity to learn from and network with Ottawa’s most connected and knowledgeable people! When it comes to social media, this is the conference you won’t want to miss.

Ottawa has an active and passionate social media community. A community that is craving opportunities to learn, continue to grow and to share knowledge. Social Capital is a one-day conference that will fill this need.

Participants will have the opportunity to meet and network with like-minded social media enthusiasts. A combination of panels, roundtables, and single-leader sessions will cover topics of interest for newbie and experts alike.

I really like how they’ve devised three potential streams of sessions, one for fundamentals, one for more experienced users, and one for business. Whether you’re a social media noob or an old hand, whether you’re a dabbler or a business owner, I think you’ll find something useful in the proposed lineup!

I think the organizers have done an amazing job of making this an accessible, affordable event jam-packed with interesting presentations and speakers. And I don’t say that simply because I’ll be one of them! 😉 Come on out to hear me, Lara Wellman and Vivian Cheng talk about choosing the right social media tools for your business.

That’s a lot of excitement to pack into one month. July is going to rock Ottawa’s social media scene!

I should have thought of this years ago

I used to hate bringing the boys for their swim lessons. The swimming lessons themselves are a good thing — I see them less as weekly exercise and more as a fundamental survival skill. Swim lessons are not really an option, they’re a necessity. And I didn’t begrudge the time, the cost, or the shuttling them back and forth to the community centre.

What I really hated were the change rooms. I hated the fact that the alternate use (aka “family”) changerooms were always so crowded. I hated trying to yank dry clothes onto damp, wriggling boys in tropical humidity levels. I hated the fact that the tiled floors and walls made even the slightest noise an echo chamber from hell. I hated the fact that I never came out of the changerooms without being damp and sweaty and cranky.

At the beginning of this most recent session of swim lessons, I noticed the sign on the wall outside the family changeroom at the community centre. “This changeroom is for the use of parents with opposite-sex children under the age of seven.” Hmmm. Simon is seven, Tristan is nine. I’ve noticed this sign before, but always justified my willful ignorance of it on the fact that at least one of the kids was under the maximum age.

The idea of sending them into the men’s changeroom unattended made me uneasy. Would they be okay? Would they comport themselves in a manner fit for public consumption if I was not there to glare them into obedience? And, on a more practical level, would they be capable of drying themselves off sufficiently to get themselves dressed? Would they have enough attention to the task at hand to come out without leaving their bathing suits, towels and/or pants behind?

Faced with the choice between willfully ignoring the family changeroom policy for yet another three months or giving the boys the benefit of the doubt, on the first day of the session this year I sent them into the changeroom on their own and hoped for the best. (This seems to be how I make most of my parenting decisions lately. Perhaps this is a blog topic we should explore soon.)

Who knew swimming lessons could be so pleasant? Turns out the boys are entirely capable of getting dried and dressed without me shepherding them through every stage. Swim lessons are now the highlight of my week, a chloriney oasis of serenity in the madness of daily life.

We show up at the pool and I hand over their bathing suits, pointing them toward the men’s changeroom. I meet them on the pool deck, and minutes later relinquish them to the care of their instructor, while I sit quietly and read, or play with my iPhone, or stare at a place somewhere in the middle distance and breathe for minutes on end. Some days I even have time to chat idly with a friend.

At the end of the lesson, I meet them as they come dripping out of the pool and tousle them briefly with a towel before sending them back into the men’s changeroom. I then retreat to the hallway and await their transformation to moderately dry and fully dressed. WITH NO INTERVENTION ON MY PART WHATSOEVER.

This has been a transformative experience. They don’t need me to do stuff for them? They’re capable of not only behaving but staying on task for up to five solid minutes? This changes everything!

The cruel irony in all of this is that Lucas is about to start his own swim lesson journey, and my reprieve from the sweaty, damp and overcrowded hell that is the family changeroom is to be short-lived at best. But I’m thinking by the time he hits preschool, he’ll be drying his own bits and pulling on his own drawers. This mommy has had a taste of the cool, dry air of freedom, and there’s no going back now!

Mothership Photography is on Facebook (please like me!)

I‘ve mentioned before that although I’m an early-adapter on a lot of social media platforms, I’ve never really warmed up to Facebook. I signed up for an account when it was first opened up, but aside from an early addiction to Scrabble when I was pregnant with Lucas in 2007, I never really found a lot of reason to spend time on Facebook. I’d even set up a page for the blog back in 2009 or so, back in the rush when everyone was setting up fan pages for everything, but I never hit the publish button as I really couldn’t see the point of having the same content in two places, especially when I was already pushing my blog content through my personal FB account.

Even at work where I manage our Facebook, Flickr, Twitter and YouTube accounts, Facebook was always my problem child, the one I knew we had to deal with but just couldn’t warm up to. Until now, that is. Cuz apparently I need yet another place to spent time on the Internet.

Oh dear. I’ve discovered Facebook.

It started when our school council decided to try setting up a Facebook page to communicate with parents. (At first I was cool to this idea, thinking a FB page for an elementary school seemed somehow wrong, but it’s the school council’s page for communicating with parents, not the school’s page. And I found some really excellent examples out there, and almost no reasons why we shouldn’t go ahead.) I’d set us up a blog earlier this year, and we’re using Constant Contact for e-mail news distributing newsletters, but Facebook is such an easy way to deliver quick and concise messages to a wide audience.

As I was setting up the FB page for the school, an idea was percolating in my obsessive-compulsive brain. A Facebook page for a blog seems a little too meta for me, but a Facebook page for a photography business — now that makes more sense! And let me tell you, it was waaaaaay easier to set up a FB page than it was to set up my portfolio website.

Ta da!

One of my mantras in the presentations and courses I’ve given on social media is that you should match your social media tool to your goals and your audience. Facebook works really well for my intended purpose of sharing my obsessive quest for more! more! more! information about all things related to photography.

I see it as a place not just for potential and current photography clients, but as a hub to share quick photo tips, articles I find on the Internet, and other things that may be of interest to other photographers or just people who are interested in taking better pictures. I’ll still post longer articles here, but Facebook is perfect for quick shares and conversations about links and other treasures found online.

I put the page together over the course of a rainy weekend, and was instantly gratified to see a few “likes” piling up even before I’d told anyone I set up the page. (And let me tell you, for an approval-seeking ENFP, there is NOTHING more delicious than having overt confirmation that someone “likes” your project. You like me? You like me!)

I hope you will both like and “like” my Mothership Photography Facebook page, especially if you’re interested in taking, sharing or discussing how to take better pictures. I’ll try to keep the duplication of content to a minimum, and I’m even considering some Facebook-only promotions.

Do you have any experience (pro or con) in setting up a Facebook page? Any tips to share or pitfalls to avoid? Suggestions for me to keep my online empire from imploding? What say ye, bloggy peeps?

Tristan’s race

A couple of weeks ago, Tristan came home with a permission slip for the running club at school. It said they were preparing for a 5K race in Osgoode, and the kids would be working their way up to the 5k during lunch hours over the next few weeks.

Tristan loves to run, and I am always in favour of finding new ways for the kids to burn off energy, so this sounded like a great idea to me. I have to admit, even when I signed the permission slip, I had vague ideas of backing out of the actual race by the time it came around, but the more Tristan talked about the perks (a t-shirt! a MEDAL!) the more I realized I was firmly committed and should make peace with the sacrifice of a Saturday morning to the run.

I was a little less enthused when a note came home about a week before the run saying that the school couldn’t be responsible for overseeing all the kids during the actual run, and parents were at all times responsible for the supervision of their own kids. Suddenly I was faced with the idea of actually RUNNING the 5K instead of simply spectating it. And I was not amused.

In the days leading up to the race, I resigned myself to donning my trainers and hoping that my weekly trips to the gym would be enough to keep me from embarrassing myself too thoroughly. However, in passing I spoke to one parent who was also spouse of an organizer of the run, and I was assured that he would need no supervision, that the runners were on a closed pathway (the newly minted multi-use pathway in Osgoode) and in fact out of sight for only 10 or 15 minutes. And really, does my lightning-quick 9 year old really need his lumbering mother like a ball around his ankle, slowing him down?

That’s how we found ourselves in Osgoode on Saturday morning, just Tristan and me, in the pouring rain.

Here he is at the starting line, twitching to go. He’s number 52, in the blue jacket.

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Did I mention the rain? Not just a sprinkle, either. Driving, cold rain.

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They were out of my sight down the path within minutes, but it seemed to take hours for them to run the kilometer or so to one end of the course and turn around. They’d run past the start, run another kilometer or so in the opposite direction, and then back to finish at the same spot they’d started. I peered up the path for what seemed like hours watching for him after the first turn.

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He really doesn’t seem to think the whole run thing was such a brilliant plan anymore, does he? Once he saw me, though, he kicked his little engine back into gear.

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I’m sure a week passed, maybe two, before the runners made the final turn of the circuit and headed back to the finish. I was wet and I’d been hiding under an umbrella. As the first runners crossed the finish line, I peered up the path watching for Tristan and staked a strategic spot for myself at the finish line. When he finally approached, I was so excited for him I almost forgot to take a picture. This is about four feet from the finish line.

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I honestly thought my heart would burst from pride. It’s one thing to run on a warm sunny spring day, but this was the most sucky day imaginable, and his determination never wavered.

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He crossed the finish line in 30:52. Was it really only half an hour? Because it seemed about five times that long. He was wet and dirty, red-cheeked and sweaty, but rather than beaming in pride, he was rather stoic about his accomplishment. Between you and me, I think it was way harder and way less fun than he’d imagined.

He’s the introvert to my extravert, but he’s got his mother’s need for external validation, and when I realized that there were no medals to be had, I thought we were in real trouble. No medals? The only reason he ran was so he could get a medal. Lucky for me, he’s also got his mother’s short attention span, and a medal was easily substituted by the promise of a stuffed yellow Pikachu he’d been coveting. He certainly earned it.

Photographers at play

Do you know Kym? She’s one of those warm, energetic people that you feel you’ve known your whole life within 10 seconds of meeting her, the kind of fascinating person you want to sit and chat with for hours about everything, because the conversation jumps crazily from topic to topic with a happy randomness of intersecting experience.

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She’s also the author of Relishing.ca, and for the last year or so she’s been working on a 100 Strangers project with a lot more vigour and enthusiasm than I was pursing mine! (She’s done 67, I’ve done 6. She meets people, gets to know them, and tells a full story in words and pictures for each person she meets where I chat, snap a picture or two, and am done.) In her own words, ‘It’s about style, but not just style. It’s also about telling the story of Ottawa’s people right off the streets of Ottawa herself. This town is more than meets the eye. Over the next several months I want to meet, talk to, and photograph 100 strangers. Pictures will tell one story. People will inspire the other.’

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Can you see why I wanted to be a part of her project? So when Kym asked on Twitter if anyone was interested in playing along, I finally found the courage I’d been seeking for months as I’ve been following Kym’s project and said, “Pick me!”

And then Justin butted in. Do you know Justin?

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Justin is a very clever and talented wedding and portrait photographer, but I’d never admit that out loud cuz he’s also a bit of a pest in a little brother sort of way. He’s the antithesis of me as far as photographic style is concerned — he’s methodical where I’m random, strobist to my love of natural light, and sets shots up rather than shooting what he comes across.

When I said, “Pick me!” to Kym on Twitter, Justin piped up and said, “No, pick ME!” in typically annoying Justin fashion. Things denigrated into poking, hair pulling and tit punching, in a twittery kind of way, and there was talk of a cage match. In the end, we decided a big photographic playdate would be in order.

Do you know Younes?

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Younes is a friend of Kym and Justin, and one of Ottawa’s most respected photographers. I can’t quite tell you how Younes ended up playing with us that night, except I think Justin roped him in so he’d have a ride. And Younes brought Amanda, who was smart enough to stay on the fringes of our little photo bacchanalia in the Arbouretum on a gorgeous spring evening.

The official purpose of our gathering was for Kym and me to meet, so I could participate in Kym’s 100 strangers project, but really, it’s just a lot of fun to get together with people who are as obsessed with your hobby as you are. And as the newest kid on the photographic block, I learned SO much even as we did nothing but bounce around and play like kids in the park. Kids with thousands of dollars worth of photographic equipment, that is.

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(Yeah, I’m pretty sure Justin is shooting Younes’ butt. I didn’t ask.)

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This next one is not my picture, it’s one of Kym’s, but I love it so much I wanted to add it to my post. It’s fascinating to me how different the look and feel of each person’s photographs are. That’s me on the far left, just a second or two before or after I shot the first picture of Justin I posted above.

The Ottawa Arboretum

You can see Kym’s full set on Flickr, and I’ll link up with her 100 strangers post when she posts it.

This next one is one of Justin’s. All of that lighting kit is his — intimidating as hell and a bitch to carry, but I have to tell you, after working playing with Justin and Kym, I’m really going to have to re-think my reluctance to use my flash. Clearly, I am missing out!

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There’s some more great stuff, including some incredible portraits of Kym, on Justin’s blog. I have to say, I think that their pictures are on the whole better than mine — I still have a lot to learn — but I think I also had the most fun, so I’m okay with that. 🙂

And, if you STILL want more, you can see a few more of mine on Flickr.

Thanks Kym, for being the inspiration for this fun night out in the park. I hope we’re not strangers anymore!

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Project 365: Anticipating summer and sunshine

This was, even by my usual standards, an insanely busy week. It was the kind of week where a saner person might actually put down the camera and say, “Heck, let’s pass on the photos for this week, there’s just too much else going on.” Instead, I continued to snap madly, and just let them pile up on my hard drive, but still managed to pick out a favourite for each day.

The week started out with a bit of an “oops”. I forgot to dial down the ISO when I was shooting this one of Lucas and Beloved, but I worked it until I had recovered it a bit and noticed it had a bit of a vintage vibe, so I played that up.

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More cuteness for the sake of cuteness. Forgive me.

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Lucky for me, the only thing in more abundance than cuteness was nature’s glory, finally blooming after a long, drippy spring. I took these ones with one of those screw-on macro filters. They’re only about $20 for a set of four on eBay, great fun if you want to dabble in macro photography and get a little closer to your subject. These have very little post-processing, aside from creating the diptych in Photoshop.

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And the same tulips straight on the next day. (You can tell they were taken on different days, because an overcast day makes the colours more even and more saturated like the first shot, whereas the second one is very constrasty with the back-lighting.)

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Who knew spring had so much fiery orange? It’s ordinarily a colour I associate with autumn, but there’s a lot of it going on in my yard right now. These are the baby leaves on our red maple, just waking up for the season. (Apparently I’ve also got a backlighting theme going on this week!)

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This is Kym. I’ll tell you more about her in an upcoming post!

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I was really pleased with most – heck, ALL of my pictures this week, but the sentimental favourite gets the last-but-not-least spot. We won a family pass to one of those parking-lot mini-fairs in Barrhaven, thanks to the fine folks at OttawaStart.com, and we enjoyed ourselves quite a bit!

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This one turned out EXACTLY like I’d hoped it would. To replicate this, you’ll need to set your shutter speed to something slow like 1/30 of a second or slower (or if you’re shooting in aperture priority, make your aperture very small. The macro setting on your point-and-shoot might work, too.) I waited until the sun was indirectly falling on him and the most colourful section of the background was behind him, and since we were moving at the same speed relative to each other, the background came out blurred. It’s called panning.

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He may be growing up way too quickly, but he’s not so big he can’t still enjoy the carousel. 🙂

This explains *everything*! I’m an ENFP.

I‘ve spent the last two days in a leadership training course for work, and the main focus of the course was determining your Myers-Briggs personality type and then learning how to take the various personality types into account when developing your leadership style.

I’ve never taken an MBTI assessment before, but I’ve always been curious about them. The idea is based on Jungian theory on cognitive function that attempts to explain how people perceive the world and make decisions. There are 16 basic personality types based on four “dichotomies” and where you fall on the spectrum of each of these pairs: Introversion vs extraversion; sensing vs intuition; thinking vs feeling and judgement vs perception. You can read more about this on the Myers-Briggs Foundation website if you’re curious — it’s fascinating stuff!

When we were doing some exercises ahead of actually taking the personality assessment, I had a very hard time deciding where I sat on most of the dichotomies. I’m the most introverted extravert you’ll ever meet, and rated myself as more introverted. The only dichotomy on which I clearly fell to one side or the other was on the thinking versus feeling spectrum — “When making decisions, do you prefer to first look at logic and consistency or first look at the people and special circumstances?” Um, logic? In decision making? What a concept!

Even after I got my personality type through taking the test, I was waffling. It said I was an ENFP, which means my tendencies are toward extraversion, intuition, feeling and perception: “Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency.” Okay, so that pretty much sounds accurate, but I still kept flipping through the descriptions, wondering if maybe there was another one that was even more accurate, until I came across one line in the ENFP description that made me laugh: “ENFPs are reluctant to make decisions and commitments and can often appear flighty to others.” Ha! And once I started really reading the description, I couldn’t get over how clearly it described me.

Here’s a couple of the snippets from one site’s description of the ENFP type that made me blush in recognition:

ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it.

Most ENFPs have great people skills. They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked. Sometimes, especially at a younger age, an ENFP will tend to be “gushy” and insincere, and generally “overdo” in an effort to win acceptance. However, once an ENFP has learned to balance their need to be true to themselves with their need for acceptance, they excel at bringing out the best in others, and are typically well-liked.

Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery. They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns. When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP’s family members. (Bwhahaha, remember what I said about housework? OMG, this explains SO much!!)

The gift of gab which they are blessed with makes it naturally easy for them to get what they want. Most ENFPs will not abuse their abilities, because that would not jive with their value systems.

Having an ENFP parent can be a fun-filled experience, but may be stressful at times for children with strong Sensing or Judging tendancies. Such children may see the ENFP parent as inconsistent and difficult to understand, as the children are pulled along in the whirlwind life of the ENFP. Sometimes the ENFP will want to be their child’s best friend, and at other times they will play the parental authoritarian. But ENFPs are always consistent in their value systems, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living.

ENFPs are basically happy people. They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks. Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas. Many go into business for themselves. They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision, as long as they are excited about what they’re doing.

Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labelled. They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others. Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves.

Are you reading this Mom? Are you howling with laughter? So that was interesting, but what absolutely blew me away was another worksheet that listed some of the challenges that an ENFP leader might face in the workplace. I absolutely need to photocopy this for every person in my team, including my boss, and tape it up on my wall and maybe cut and paste it into my next performance evaluation!!

ENFP leaders tend to face the following challenges:

– may not complete what gets started
– has high need for external affirmation
– resists the need to ground their vision in past and present data, and struggle to describe their vision in tangible, specific terms.
– become discouraged by others’ critiques of their vision, even if they are generally supportive
– hesitates to give critical feedback, being reluctant to risk hurting others
– lose credibility with people who expect leaders to provide them with a structure to follow (e.g. roles, clear boundaries, detailed plans)
– leaves responsibility for implementation to others and neglect to follow up, sometimes setting a poor example of being accountable for results (eek! So scary, so true!)
– becomes immobilized by the sheer volume of details that must be handled and lose enthusiasm for an idea

I found this on another website, and again, am blushing in recognition:

For some ENFPs, relationships can be seriously tested by their short attention spans and emotional needs. They are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting their older and more familiar emotional ties for long stretches at a time. And the less mature ENFP may need to feel they’re the constant center of attention, to confirm their image of themselves as a wonderful and fascinating person. (You DO find me wonderful and fascinating, right? RIGHT?)

In the workplace, ENFPs are pleasant and friendly, and interact in a positive and creative manner with both their co-workers and the public. ENFPs are also a major asset in brainstorming sessions; follow-through on projects can be a problem, however. ENFPs do get distracted, especially if another interesting issue comes along. They also tend towards procrastination, and dislike performing small, uninteresting tasks. ENFPs are most productive when working in a group with a few Js to handle the details and the deadlines. (Bwhahaha, details? Deadlines? Pffffffft.)

And finally, from another course handout, “nearly all of the problematic characteristics can be attributed to […]the common ENFP problem of wanting to understand and experience everything at all costs.” (Really, this is so elemental to my personality, and I have never realized it until now.) “The main driver to the ENFP personality is Extraverted Intuition, whose purpose is to understand the world as one Big Picture, seeking connections and meaning in everything. If their ability to seek understanding is threatened, the ENFP shuts out the threatening force.” (What’s that, you disagree? Lalala, I can’t hear you!)

I am utterly gobsmacked over this amazing new insight to my own motivations and perceptions. So of course, now I want to know the personality types of Beloved, of the boys, of my family and friends. I know it’s neither a justification for behaviour nor a prescription, but having this insight explains SO MUCH of my own behaviour and some of the chronic problems I’ve had with procrastination, clutter, and my voracious appetite for external validation. It’s not my fault, it’s my personality type!! 😉 It was funny listening to the instructor, who also happened to be an ENFP, list some of the strengths and weaknesses of this particular personality type: warm and insightful, but easily distracted; with no realistic grasp of deadlines, and much better at instigating projects than following through on them.

If you’d like to take the test and determine your own personality type, there’s an online test here. I want to go back to the office and have my whole team take this test!! I’m dying to compare notes — anybody else been through a revelation like this? Did it knock you on your ass as much as this has done for me?

Project 365: Sunshine, rain and dewdrops – a drippy kind of spring

we are at the end of the first week of May, and the leaves are still not quite unfurled from the trees. It’s the first week of the Tulip Festival here in Ottawa, but there are hardly any tulips in bloom. It’s definitely been a wet, cold spring here.

A lot of the week looked kind of like this. This is the red maple in our yard during one of the seemingly endless showers last week, just thinking about sending out some leaves.

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And this guy is either a really red crocus (based on his size) or a really tiny and early tulip. He’s another gift from the garden.

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Okay, so it didn’t rain the *whole* week. I shot these daffs near Watson’s Mill, and was delighted to catch that crazy triangle of flare. Erm, I mean, I totally planned that effect, right from the start. (!)

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You know what I don’t think I’ve ever shot in the thousands of pictures I’ve taken over the last few years? A shadow portrait. This is me and the boys, out for a post-dinner walk.

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Speaking of boys, you didn’t think I could go a whole week without pointing my big black monocle at them, did you? I love this one because I caught a *genuine* smile instead of a “humouring mom so she’ll leave me be” kind of smile. 🙂 I shifted myself up and down as I was composing this to make that shadow area end more or less at his shoulders, so the dark area would frame his head and accentuate the rim lighting that’s highlighting his hair. (I don’t know why crazy hair seems to run in our family!)

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This wasn’t even supposed to be a 365 picture. I’m helping a friend by creating a website for her cooperative child care centre, and we needed an image for a banner. In the end, I didn’t even use this, but I loved the fact that when I went to the crayon bin I found all these nekkid ones — Lucas has been busy at work peeling the wrappers off them.

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I was inspired to take this picture by one of my favourite photography blogs, MCP Actions. Jodie has great tips, tutorials and actions for photoshop and photoshop elements, and has been encouraging her readers to join her with a photo-a-week “Project 52” with a weekly theme. Last week’s theme was “first thing in the morning” and I thought this picture was perfect for the theme.

I looked out the window early Sunday morning and saw the lawn twinkling with a heavy dew, so I grabbed my camera and ran out in my bare feet and jammies to capture this. I opened up my aperture as wide as it would go and held my camera right above the grass. Those round circles you see are the out-of-focus points of sunlight in the dew drops, called bokeh. It only took two or three shots, and I knew as soon as I saw the viewfinder that this was a keeper.

129:365 Dewy [Explored]

Turns out a few other people liked it, too! Not only did MCP actions feature it as one of their photos of the week, but it’s been bouncing around in Flickr’s Explore all week, and is my most “favourited” picture ever. (It kinda makes me laugh, because I still think the photo of Lucas jumping in the puddle is a WAY better picture, and although it had even more comments and faves to start, it never made it to Explore.)

If you want to take a shot like this, all you need is a dewy patch of lawn and an early-morning sun. Set your camera to macro (the little flower) if it’s a point-and-shoot, or to your widest aperture (smallest f-stop) if it’s a dSLR. Make sure you are facing right into the sun so you get the maximum twinkle, and focus on a spot about 1/3 of the way into the frame.

And this week also happened to contain the end of April, so here’s my monthly mosaic of all the pictures I shot in April. (A few of you have asked how I make these. There’s a mosaic-maker at www.bighugelabs.com, and a handful of other fun things you can do with pictures, too!)

April mosaic

Despite being a long, slow and decidedly wet month, it’s kinda pretty in retrospect, isn’t it? Here’s to a warmer, dryer and equally lovely May!

Fisher-Price and the power of play

After three kids of experience, I must admit that I have become very discerning about the toys I pick for my kids. Not only am I getting pretty good at picking age- and personality-appropriate toys, I am realizing that there are certain types of toys and features of toys that I’m drawn to again and again. I like:

  • toys that encourage creative play
  • toys that encourage sustained play
  • toys that encourage active play (for burning energy)
  • toys that encourage quiet play (for mommy’s sanity)
  • toys that are interchangeable with other toys

I’ve also become rather persnickety about toys I don’t like. I don’t like:

  • toys that don’t have an off switch for their electronic noises
  • toys that do all the work, leaving the child nothing to do but turn it on and watch it
  • toys that require you to buy endless additional pieces and add-ons

Play is how kids make sense of the world, especially in the toddler and preschool age. Lucas is at such a fun age now, where I can see his awareness of the world around him being reflected in how he plays with his toys. Scenes from our day often get re-enacted as he makes dinner with a toy kitchen set, or convenes a daycare centre with his stuffed animals. And of course, there are photographs to be taken and phone calls to Granny to be made!

99:365 Cameraphone TTV

Speaking of play and Fisher-Price, how cool is this? To go with the launch of the new Fisher-Price Canada website, they’ve launched a new set of TV commercials, and the commercial features the group photograph of all the Fisher-Price blogger moms. Here’s the 20 second spot that’s currently running on Treehouse TV.

Fun eh? Lucas and I are kinda, sorta TV stars now!

And speaking of the new Fisher-Price website, have you checked it out yet? There’s a contest where you can register to win a $200 toy package and a $200 spa package.

So tell me, what features do you look for when you evaluate a toy? What do you love? What makes you crazy?

Disclosure: I’m part of the Fisher-Price Play Panel and I receive special perks as part of my affiliation with this group. The opinions on this blog are my own.

Talk to me about kid bedtimes

Anybody want to compare notes on kid bedtimes? I’m starting to get the “Awwww, we have the earliest bedtimes in our whole class” whine from my big boys, and I thought I could thwart the complaint with a little ammunition from the bloggy peeps. “Sorry boys, the interwebs say that 6:30 is an entirely appropriate bedtime, and you know that everything on the Internet is true.”

Okay, so I don’t really put them to bed at 6:30, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they do have an earlier bedtime than a lot of their classmates. Right now, the call for jammies and teeth-brushing usually goes out between 7:15 and 7:30 pm, and it takes about 20 minutes from that to get everyone under the covers.

Beloved and I take a divide-and-conquer approach — one of us shepherds the big boys while the other puts Lucas down. Bedtime stories for Lucas (age 3) usually takes another 15 minutes, so he’s lights-out at around 8 pm every night. It usually takes a little bit longer to read to the big boys (ages 7 and 9) especially if we’re reading from one book for each of them. Most nights, it’s a single book for both. (Pending blog post: book club for boys. Stay tuned for that one later this week!)

Regardless, they’re usually lights-out around 8:15 or so, and they chat and giggle for another 15 to 45 minutes, depending on the day. Simon usually conks out first (he’s like his mother that way) and I often find Tristan reading to himself by the light of his nightlight after 9 pm.

Sleeping babes

(This picture is from the archives, circa 2005. Oh how I miss the afternoon car naps!)

The routine seems pretty reasonable to me, but their bedtimes haven’t changed in years and they’re getting to the point now where they think they should be able to stay up later. And of course, the nine-year-old thinks he deserves a later bedtime than the three-year-old — and I can’t say that I blame him. But honestly, I simply can’t imagine letting them stay up any later at this point. I get up most days between 5:30 and 6:00 am, and I am done for the day sometime in the middle of the afternoon. It’s only thanks to a continuous flow of coffee that I manage to stay vertical until 9:30 pm or so, and I simply can’t end the day without reading for another 30 minutes in bed.

If we let the boys stay up any later, Beloved and I would never have any quiet time together. And really, do we need the nine-year-old watching Glee or Survivor with us? Even the Amazing Race is a little, um, racy some weeks, and I think the Big Bang Theory is still a little beyond their comprehension. I don’t watch a huge amount of TV anymore, but I do value the nightly hour or so Beloved and I watch together.

And yet, I can’t keep putting them down for 8 pm forever. The weather may not be signalling that summer is nigh, but the days are unquestionably getting longer, and nobody likes to go to bed when it’s daylight out. And of course, there is a time in the not-too-distant future when they’ll be keeping their teenaged selves up until midnight, hours after I’ve crawled into my own bed. At least Beloved is a night owl, so someone will be able to keep an eye on them if we ever do let them stay up.

So let’s compare notes. Am I really a bedtime ogre, or does this schedule roughly match yours? Do you have summer versus winter bedtime rules, or weekend versus school night, or are you as resistant to change in the routine as I am? Speak up, bloggy peeps, and save my kids from yet another potential humiliation from their peers!