It may be mid-March, but I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now and doggoneit, I’ve got to just get it out there. It’s been burning a hole in my pocket. Or something like that. Continue reading
I was on a conference call earlier today and we were battling the typical audio interference … trains blaring, excavators tearing down buildings and, of course, sirens sounding. Wait. Sirens?
I missed #tbt, or Throwback Thursday for those of you who aren’t hip to the kids’ lingo these days, by about twenty minutes and I don’t think you can be late for hash-tagged events. Right? I mean, then it would be all #laterblog and no one even knows what that means. Right?! Besides, at the time, I wasn’t alert enough to enjoy a walk down memory lane. But now? Because it’s Friday. Because I can’t read another.stinking.email this week. And because I cried in the card aisle at Target earlier, I walk. Continue reading
I was pretty worried (and mildly relieved) that last Christmas would also mean our last visit from Santa but oh HO HO HO was I wrong. It actually seemed like his fervor for the gentleman in the old red suit grew this year. Which was fun.
Not long after the tree went up Thanksgiving weekend, Connor wrote a letter to Santa. Pinterest to the rescue for an adorable template that I drew up on a piece of his sketch paper for him to complete. I forgot to note this would be in addition to the list he’d already given me … which was completely different. Of course. Continue reading
Phew. Christmas is over. Is it bad I was looking forward to the day after? Maybe I just needed a good dose of ‘pull up your big girl pants and get through it.’ Because that’s what ultimately happened and you know what? It didn’t suck. Not at all. Continue reading
You know ‘the look’. Or is it the look?
Either way, you know what it is. At a minimum, you’ve seen it from your mom. Yes, that’s exactly the one I’m referring to. It instills fear, yes? I know it did for me. Well, usually my mom would pinch me not long after as well so I knew ‘the look’ was not going to result in anything good at all.
Wow. This weekend was so exhausting. In fact, my blinks are getting longer each time I close my eyes. I’ll be brief.
I drove to Hastings a couple weeks ago to meet one of my second cousins who is also a senior this year. I don’t know Maddy that well, but my goodness, she’s a sweet, sweet girl.
She also, clearly, has no idea how beautiful she is. Her mom kept teasing her about all of the selfies she takes and how funny it was that she didn’t know how to pose. But we worked through it just fine and I think her photos reflect her gentle, yet joyful spirit. Continue reading
I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom
I feel so fortunate to have spent time with such lovely ladies during the ‘oh crap, i need to get my senior photos done!’ season. I’m just kidding about that last part. Sort of.
It really makes my role very simple when the girls are also absolutely beautiful. I really appreciate when I get such sweet compliments on the photos I take because it’s a true love of mine, but the photos aren’t a reflection of me. They’re the reflection of these beauties. And I’m just thankful they want me to capture this very special time for them (even if all of their first picks were already busy). Kidding again. Continue reading