in orbit

Our intern delivered our first order to the post office today.  One small step for Miles, one giant leap for An Open Sketchbook.

determined snails

Thank you for your feedback regarding yesterday's post, both in the comments section and elsewhere. This is the very reason we love blogging---the wonderful support network.

We've been working, working, working in the studio day and night, but I'd be lying if I said that things didn't feel as though they were moving at a snail's pace.  The great thing about working from home is spending time with Max and Miles.  The not-so-great thing about working from home is it's difficult to get anything accomplished when the boys are awake.  Nevertheless, we've got several things in the pipeline that we're eager to share more of in the coming weeks.  Here's a little glimpse of the process via our Instagram feeds (@edgarcabrera & @anopensketchbook):

Oh, and have you met our intern?  Trust us, he's the one to blame if your order arrives damaged...

   

growing pains

We're a little over 2 months along in our journey toward making our livelihood doing what we love. Most of the time we go to bed feeling on top of the world, excited to follow our dreams of working together, spending time with our children and generally being fulfilled.  Other times, however, it's hard to ignore the whisper of that little self-doubt bug.  Isn't this an awful big risk?  What if you spend all this time and energy putting yourself out there and no one likes what you make?  Shouldn't work be miserable?

In that sense, I guess that we're not that different from Max and Miles.  Along with maturity come growing pains.  If we didn't experience these moments, then chances are we're not growing.

a balance between work and the boys

For the past few weeks, we've tried almost every formula possible trying to find a balance between having a productive work day and spending time with the boys.  We have to admit it's been a challenge to swing both, but it's getting easier as the boys are learning to play with each other more and more.

our little angels

Lately, by the end of the day Edgar and I are completely wiped out, borderline comatose.  The boys do not stop from dawn [or before] to dusk.  Sunday, however, was a different story.