I find myself frequently conflicted over the desire for these days to pass by so quickly versus the hope that certain moments will last forever. That doesn’t make sense to you either … does it? Continue reading
just a sliver
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now i lay me down to sleep
Connor and I pray every night before bed. Sometimes he asks me to pray because he “did it last night” but most often, he leads. Continue reading
he’s starting his list early
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… for Christmas, that is. That’s two teeth in two days, people (he lost one on the bottom row Friday morning). At this rate, I’ll have to purée his food by September.
p.s. I hope that icky hangy-down thing falls out soon; but he’s super proud of it.
p.p.s. Yes, I know his bangs are un-even.
p.p.p.s. He’s still the cutest.
he’s growing up
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It’s bible school week at church. There will be a follow-up to share all of the hilarity that goes along with sugared-up preschoolers but I decided to take the first three days of this week off because 1.) I needed some time with CJ and 2.) I inevitably wind up with a migraine by the end of bible school week because it’s just.so.much.
We swam for a bit Sunday and Lindsey’s elbow accidentally met Connor’s front tooth (the last man standing, if you will) and knocked it loose … well, a bit more loose than it was already and then it hit me. I realized just how much he’s growing up. His face is changing; his vocabulary is expanding; he catches more of my sarcasm; and, teeth are nearly flying out of his mouth at this point.
After a busy couple of days with cousins and friends and bible school, I decided today I was going to soak up as much of the day as I could with him. He snuck into my bed sometime around six and then slept soundly until 8:30. We ate breakfast on the deck, got dressed and headed to the driving range. He nailed a couple of great drives and when he got frustrated that every ball didn’t go that far (or even fifteen feet, for that matter), he started talking about grass growing in the sand. Change the focus much?
We came back, showered up and headed to Kalamazoo for some fun at the Kalamazoo Valley Museum. Can I just say how awesome it is to have a free museum nearby? We paid for a planetarium show but that was all (aside from parking) and walked out of there with treasure crafts (a crown, a couple wooden bracelets and two wooden tops that he was able to decorate) and non-stop chatter about all the cool exhibits inside.
For the first time in a long time, too, I asked him for a few pictures and he obliged. He never does that. I just wanted to capture his face … just as it is right now. He likes smiling with his ridiculous tooth hanging out but he also gave me a couple sweet grins and all I knew was that my little guy is no longer so little. He’s a boy … my almost first grade boy.
My silly boy.
My growing-up boy.
home
I may have mentioned that I’ve been enjoying the Olympics … or maybe I just mentioned the swimming. Anyway, in the couple of hours after CJ goes to bed, I’ve had my tv tuned in to NBC. As I’m waiting for the swimming, working away on my computer, I’ve heard a song play along with a montage of the US womens’ gymnastics team. I’m not even kidding when I share that I get a tear in my eye every time. Continue reading
amazingly beautiful
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My sister and I were honored to shoot a wedding today in one of the most beautiful venues I’ve ever step foot in. Today wasn’t the first time I’ve been in Hope College’s Dimnent Chapel, but I’ve never been lucky enough to have my camera in hand.
I have to say that today, though, someone overshadowed the church. Continue reading
life’s the berries
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addition and subtraction
Connor and I finished up our addition flash cards the other night and I couldn’t help but beam with pride at my boy who’s quite adept at math. I’ve mentioned it before but he just has a way with numbers … adding, subtracting, even some simple multiplication.
It got me thinking. There are things in life that need to be added and those that need to be subtracted. For some, that list is pretty small. They are in balance. For me, the list gets longer. I’m still much, much too hard on myself and I get frustrated when I feel like I know what I need to have more of and alternatively, less of, but I just.can’t.do.it. Continue reading
just keep going
I had a post half-written about some stuff that’s bothering me and I couldn’t get through the whole thing because, well, it seemed like a big, fat pity party. I don’t enjoy pity parties; especially when I’m the guest of honor. So, I found this quote and I will soldier on into tomorrow and I hope you will, too.






