I heart faces::on your feet!

I have a zillion photos of my kids feet. They're so damn cute and I don't ever want to forget that. We spent a month at my mom's house this summer and Timmy's feet would get so dirty from running around the patio.

Shot on Walgreen's film. It was a $1/roll this summer!

bath time

I'm grateful for bath time. I love watching them play. I love sitting next to my husband and talking while we enjoy our kids. (Even if he sometimes get stressed out by the splashing and the standing and the one year old that throws himself across the tub every chance he gets.)

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november gratitude

It's November. Thanksgiving will be here in a few short weeks. I have so many things to be grateful for. Today I am grateful for muddy feet that never stop.

This kid will climb on anything, and walk as long and as fast as his little legs will carry him. His favorite thing in the world is to pull himself up on the rocking chair, stand up and rock as hard as he can without holding on. He also turned the gas in the stove on. Life with a one year old is always an adventure.

whistle while you work

When you're a kid the best thing about having a dad that's a police officer is the whistle. I'm sure my parents didn't enjoy listening to us blow it over and over again. Now that my dad is a Grandpa, he's tickled that she has so much fun with it. He even let her keep this one. He's a total sucker for her.







This is from our visit back in the Spring.

hello.

It's really hot out and we are staying busy. Tomorrow is supposed to be 100 degrees. I plan on taking my kids to the mall and letting them play on the germ infested playground. This is the American dream, people.

And this is my adorable child. He's so old and big and doing things!

And this girl. She's so feisty it makes my head spin.



Now, go eat a slurpee.

easter eggs. a bit late.

She's in her grandpa's shirt. Every time an egg would roll off the table she would get this sad look and say, "Oh no. My egg!" in just about the most forlorn voice you can imagine. She dipped and dunked to her little hearts content.

visiting

I'm in Fort Wayne, Indiana visiting my parents. My brother was here last week for Easter. The four of us haven't all been together since Christmas of 2009, so it was a very welcome visit.The weather is dreary, but it's refreshing to be around my favorite people.
It's not exactly a sprawling metropolis around here, but I love photographing it.

spring

Spring will be coming back to stay, yes? We have so much sliding, sand box playing and swinging to do. Don't even get me started on the big plans for sidewalk chalk.

making stuff and doing stuff and just stuff

I have been crocheting. I sort of don't know what I want it to be yet. A hat or part of a scarf or maybe a lovely potholder. The point is it feels nice to do it. My mom taught me when I was about 17 and her mom taught her. My grandmother has HER mother's tiny little hooks that she used for doilies and all the fine little detailed beauties that no one does anymore. The yarn and hook just feel right. I don't knit. I know how to knit, but not purl. I don't know any left handed knitters to show me and the two sticks just don't feel RIGHT in my hands. Crocheting is like an old friend that I always come back to when I am sad or just need to make and do. Lately, I need to make and do. Partly because I feel inspired and partly because it's so calming. Like tea.

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2/52

Have you ever seen the dust float through the air in a flash of sunshine? Sometimes it's really pretty. I like those little bits of inspiration (don't think too hard about the dust part. It kind of ruins it. Ha.) that are all around.

52

Last year I attempted a 365 photo project. I failed. I made a valiant effort until about May and then the exhaustion of my pregnancy with Timmy and chasing Coral around made me less than enthused to finish it. This year, I thought about giving it another try. And then I thought about how I'm still chasing Coral and now taking care of Timmy and realized it just wouldn't work for me. Last time, taking photos turned into a chore for me and coming up with new things to shoot didn't help my already frazzled mind. SOOO, I'm doing a 52. I hate the idea of not doing anything but don't want to jump into something as huge as a photo a day. One photo a week is completely possible since I take about 1,000 photos a month (no, seriously) anyway. (I did do a 365 of Coral for her first year. I did finish it. Poor Timmy, just another sign he's the 2nd baby.)

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Coral is really loving pencils.
Don't worry.
We supervise.

I heart faces : best face

This might be my favorite photo I've ever taken of my sweet girl.


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it's a boy!

John Timothy was born Sep. 18th at home.
9lbs 5oz
21 inches
We call him Timmy.
We were especially excited to find out he's a boy.

family.

Our family, as of a few weeks ago.
It will change so very soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week.

We are so excited.

sweetness

Every once in a while my spunky, quirky ball of energy takes a quiet moment.
It's like a sigh.

definitely.

Just one among a number of things I don't do enough?

Make homemade blueberry pancakes.

you capture: black and white

I love black and white images. They have so much depth. These little beauties were drying out after a warm summer rain shower.

Head to Beth's for more black and white!

Richmond, VA
We've talked about moving there. Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, it's about 2 hours from us and feels like the first city south of us that reminds you that Virginia is considered a southern state. My favorite part is an area called Carytown which is full of vintage stores, delicious restaurants and quirky boutiques. The neighborhood surrounding it is full of brick and old apartments and duplexes with verandas.






I love summer trips.

My mom is in town. It's a great way to start summer. Coral adores her. I adore her.

We've kept very busy with parks and pools and eating. I only wish she lived closer. Maybe someday.

introducing

This is fake baby. That's her name. You know. . . because Coral is the real baby. We've called her that since always and Coral knows her as the same. She has a constant glaze of dirt over her embroidered, tiny smile. When we go on walks she's run over at least a half dozen times. Some days she's covered in tomato sauce and bananas. My mom bought her. Coral isn't horribly attached to where she gets upset if we don't have faux baby (sometimes we are fancy and call her that), but she goes most places with us. We thought it would be a good thing if she had something to cuddle in bed. A "transfer object" they call it. THEY. The baby experts. Anyway, we love her even if she never pulls her own weight (she could try cleaning up her jumper a bit and GET A JOB), and hides from us a lot. Coral likes to squish her while we are reading, which is pretty darling. She's a good doll.

We'll keep her.