Grandma came to town, and what does that mean for these little people?!?! Baking! Playing, cooking, everything fun that their mean ol' mama doesn't always have the patience for on a daily basis. Ahhh, nothing better than a grandma.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
A week-ish ago, we were lucky enough to have my cousin and her family stay with us for a few nights on their way through town. While they were here, she insisted that we go to Kaleidoscope, as it was one of her fondest memories from when she and her family lived in this area for a few years when she was little. I had never been, so I was happy to go along!
The photos are pretty horrible, thanks to blacklights and quick shooting between helping my kiddos with their crafts,
But it was a blast!
Some of Hallmark's leftovers are spread about - waiting for a child to resurrect them into something new and fabulous.
Watercolor paints, markers, lots and lots of scissors, tape, and ideas spread all around-
A few of the kiddos in our crowd could have stayed for weeks
Oscar still talks about what fun he had at "Telescope wif my cousins".
at 5:30 AM
Monday, July 21, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
I was planning on not blogging this week, but I just got our family photos back from my dear friend - and very talented photographer - Allison and I can't not share them!
They are just perfect. Not only did I get to actually be in the photos (such a blessing and yet a struggle, you know how it is), Allison perfectly captured us as a family.
There's a funny thing about family photos - no one wants to do them. Don't get me wrong, all mamas are anxious to have them done!
But by the time you get the date booked, the outfits chosen, the children spit shined and out the door -
Usually everyone is cranky. Often more than a little cranky.
We are not immune to this. However,
A big however,
When my Grandma Doni passed away a few months ago, and we were going through her things
I found myself keeping every photo I found of her. Even the ones she had scribbled over her face on. She hadn't liked how she looked, so she marked herself up. And when I look at those photos, I have no idea what she didn't like, because to me - she was beautiful. The photos bring memories and feelings - sadness that she's gone, happiness for the history.
Here's the thing... Pictures matter. Memories matter.
It's not about me.
It's about the memory. It's about having something to show my kids when they are older -
A way for them to see a glimpse into what our life was like when they were 4, 3, almost 2, and sweet baby-ish 9 months. They likely won't remember these days -
But when the day comes, I am doing my darndest to make sure they have lots of pictures to fill in the gaps. And even though it's sometimes hard,
And even though I don't always love the way I look
It's not about if my legs look weird, or my face is too round. It's not about if my kids look like a magazine ad, or everyone is perfectly carelessly happy.
It's about our family. It's for our family.
She caught us -
at 2:45 PM