Random Tidbits

On facebook, my sweet friend Lonni wrote 16 very interresting things about herself and challenged me to do the same. I thought I would share.

1. I love sleep. I would choose sleep over pretty much anything, yes anything. I'm normally in bed by 10:30. I can push myself to stay up later, but every second of that time I'm thinking about how I would rather be sleeping. To really make the sleeping scenario perfect, you could throw in clean sheets.

2. I cheat at every game I play just to see if anyone will notice. I often get board with normal rules and play my own private game of seeing how many times I can cheat or throw the game into complete chaos. To make matters worse, I even cheat when I play games with my kids. The sad thing is, I don't cheat to win, I just cheat to see if I can get away with it.

3. I love alone time. Being with family and friends is great, but I really love being at home all alone. I don't know if this is great because it's a new thing for me, but man I love dropping off my kids at school, and turning the radio up full blast and work for hours on end at my desk.4. I love a clean house, complete with vacuum cleaner lines on the carpets.

4. I'm a rebel at heart. I secretly find myself breaking rules that seem silly to me. I know this is not right, but I can't help myself. If a I go to a restaurant that says "2 Ketchup only" I'll take 3. If there is a sign that says "stay to the left" I walk on the line. If the school office says "always return your volunteer badge" I'll intentionally walk out with it. I'm on eternal protest of the silly rules.

5. I love listening to my kids talk to their friends. I love nothing more than listening to them talk and reason with their friends. Kids say the darnedest things.

6. I could sit and watch every sunset and find each one more beautiful than the last. I think taking time out of a busy day to watch the sunset is priceless. Every night God paints a beautiful sky, and I wonder how many people even notice the beautiful reflections of light that bounce off of everything here on the ground.

7. Cool shoes and expensive jeans make me happy all over.

8. If I could sit down with anyone for an hour, past or present, alive or dead, I would choose my dad. He did so many great things and never told a sole. I would sit him down and tell him how proud I was of him and what an honor it is to be his daughter.

9. I'm a stacker. When I clean and organize I put things in stacks. There is a stack to go up stairs, there is a stack of homework (both complete and to be completed) there is a stack of bills (both paid and unpaid) and my favorite stack is the stack of crap in my kitchen under the phone. I have no idea what to do with this stack, but everything in it needs to be kept. P.S. don't touch my stacks.

10. I have an internal alarm clock. I can tell myself to wake up at any given time, and I can do it 99% of the time.

11. I have a healthy fear of dying in the shower and flying. I've always felt that I will die violently in the shower. This is totally creepy, but true. I've also developed a fear of flying. I never really had a problem with it until a "small" episode of engine failure on a flight back from Dallas last year. I also don't love clowns, but I'm pretty sure that has something to do with my childhood.

12. I have a small opposition to the uni-line. If there are 5 working registers, I don't feel like it's very effective for everyone to all line up and wait to be called up for your order. We can all clear out faster if we all pick a line.

13. I love thrift stores, garage sales and antique stores. I love nothing more than to find a "treasure" in the middle of a crap heap. I feel like some things are better with "character".

14. I love dancing in my living room like a rock star.

15. I find myself disciplining my children for things I probably would have said or done myself. I (sometimes) find humor in the "bad" behavior or choice of words. I find myself thinking about the time we were walking out of Chili's and Andrew grabbed a chip from someone else's table. Hilarious, but very very wrong.

Twas The Morning of Christmas

Twas the morning of Christmas when all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, including the mouse.

All the boxes were full of presents galore waiting for kids to come down to the first floor.

The children were up and out of their beds, with visions of presents stuck in their heads.

With him in his flannels and I in my tee had visions of kiddos unwrapping in our dreams.

When out down the hall there rose such a clatter, I pretended to sleep and pretend not to matter.

Away to our bed they sprang with a clatter, "It's Christmas, It's Christmas, it's time to go down." "Wake up, Wake up." they continued to hound.

So we hopped out of bed and began to get ready with attempts to get rid of my bed heady.

Away to the tree they flew like a flash, they tore open the gifts and thew up the trash.

When, what to my sleepy eyes should appear, but a huge mess of boxes and wires to tear.

More rapid than lightning out of the room they ran, off playing with toys, including my man.

"Now Andrew, Now Abbey, Now Daddy come too, you've left this big mess, come clean up too.

To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, they dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.

With a bundle of trash flung over my back, I looked like a peddler going out to the trash.

Now off to prepare my Christmas day dinner and thoughts of my menu not making me thinner. I noticed my husband saying come hither.

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had something to dread. He requested a turkey with lots of good bread.

As we prepared the table fit for a king, I knew I had all of everything. My husband, my kids and my mom there too, I knew we were blessed with more than we knew.

As I sat with fine china and fancy stemware, I was still comfortably wearing my overnight wear.

To sit with pajamas at dinner, giving thanks for all that we hold dear, I look with excitement to do it all again next year.

MVP Babysitter

When we moved to AZ several years ago we quickly realized the perks of living near family. We never needed to call or pay a teenager to watch the kids. We had many volunteers, and free ones. Finding someone who you can trust with your perfect little devils is an arduous task. We probably went a year without a sitter before we met Victoria. When we met her she was in high school, had a car and did not have a boyfriend. The perfect babysitter trifecta. She instantly hit it off with the kids, and only sent Abbey to the ER once. When she started out with us, Andrew was our good kid and Abbey was the little monster. Looking back, it's hard to even think that's possible. They have totally switched rolls, but that's not my point.

This fall my dear sweet Victoria betrayed us big time. Not only did she decide to start dating a boy, she went away to college. It really took us some time to adjust, but we have managed. We use her protege, Laycie, for the most part. Every once in a while I'll get a text from V that she is coming to town, and we leave just for the occasion. Tonight, we had some last minute mommy/daddy time before the crazy Christmas week begins. Thanks Victoria!!

What to Wear, What to Wear

I get asked all the time about wardrobe. I always tell people to stay simple and classic. Most people answer that with a black or white tee paired with denim or khaki's. That is safe and it looks great. It makes the pictures come out simple and draws attention to the face. When it comes to kids, a little color is great. In fact, when it's done this well it's pretty awesome. Most people would never consider putting red patton shoes on with a pair of bright yellow and white polka dot tights. Most would never dream about the two of those with a grey wool skirt and a bright pink sweater. This mom got it all right. This little outfit is by far my favorite. It is so crazy that it totally works. It was also totally her little girl. She was just as much fun as her bright yellow tights. My hat is off to you mom, you totally nailed this one!!

Some of My Fav's

This picture will surely be seen again. I'm considering this for my next ad. Dylan had decided that I had taken enough of him, and he wanted to take a couple of me. He probably has the other side of this photo somewhere in that memory card.

I was actually at Dylan's house to do a newborn session with his new baby sister. He quickly stole the show and dominated the session.

I love this picture. Bella had decided early on in this session, that she would not be participating the way mom wanted. We took a walk in the front yard as well as here in the backyard. As you can see the ball in the background, we made several attempts to engage her in play that would involve an acceptable prop. She nixed that idea and stuck with the Dr. Pepper can, this turned out to be one of my favorites. It shows her little budding personality so well.

This is Bella's twin brother Lex. He's almost too pretty, but we won't let daddy hear that!
Normally by the time I'm done editing out a project, I have my favorites. It's so much fun to see if they are the "chosen few" when it comes time to order. Rarely, that is the case. When I first started shooting, I followed all the "rules" and had all eyes on me and most teeth showing. I wanted to make sure every one's face and smile was focused on the camera. As time has gone by, I feel like I'm settling into a "style" of my own. I LOVE the natural pose and smile. Some of my favorites are when the face is obstructed or the eyes have shifted off to more interesting things. I love the smiles and expressions that say "I'm so happy and comfortable". I love capturing the "less than perfect" moment (see nose pick) or the stubborn obstinacy of a one year old. Typically, these are not the poses put on frames, but they are the ones that make us smile 10 years later.

While I Was Out

It's so great to do what you love for a living. It's even better getting to meet so many different people that I might never know otherwise. The Shackelfords are a transplant family from the northeast. They were eager to send desert Christmas cards out to the land of snow and ice. The Hoyer family was so much fun to meet. Their two girls, Samantha and Tabitha where a hoot. As soon as I walked in the door they told me that they were expecting a grumpy old lady. I was happy that I did not meet their description. My kids, however, refer to me as the grumpy old lady. I'll take what I can get. Valerie and Randy were just as much fun as a a pair of twenty somethingers. Totally not a word, but I'm OK with that.

My Sister's Wedding

A rare smile and eye contact combo from both kids.

Another good pose from Andrew, and I'll take the fakearoo from Abbey.

This was a picture of her yummy cake. Good job Nicole. I just love this picture.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and they were off......to look at Christmas lights.

A rare picture of the bride. Her beautiful flowergirls were so cute, even if one of them had a neon yellow cast.
Last week, we each sold off a kidney and purchased tickets to fly home for my sisters wedding. It was nice being back home and seeing everyone for the holidays too. Going back home was a bitter sweet return. The last time I was there, I said goodbye to my dad. Being home was good, but not the same. You don't realize how someone really effects a family until they are gone. My dad was always the one to lighten the mood. He also spent most of his time occupying Andrew and I know Andrew was not the same without his running buddy.

After Thanksgiving we spent a lot of time preparing for Amy's wedding. We had last minute things to buy or pick-up, dinners and rehearsals. We put some serious miles on the car. Once the big day arrived were were all officially ready for this thing to happen, and we dreamed of conversations that had nothing to do with matrimony.
My sister has probably dreamed about getting married most of her life. She waited impatiently, excuse me, very patiently for Mr. Right to sweep her off her feet. As luck would have it, she married the only boyfriend she ever had. What are the odds? Anyway, she was a beautiful bride.

A couple of days after my dad passed away, the discussion of who would give away my sister at the wedding surfaced. There were a short list of options, but the only one that my dad would have approved was Andrew. This was a touching and slightly frighting proposition. With much thought Andrew agreed to take his Papa's place. We all cried, and smiled at the thought. As Saturday approached, Andrew made everyone sweat out the moment. In true Andrew form, he makes you worry and configure exit strategies for disappearing. The kid is a wild cannon. Truly anything could happen, and we all knew it. Being the matron of honor I was the last one to leave the hallway and walk before the bride. As I left, I glanced over to Andrew and noticed him dancing the Mr. Roboto. I began to sweat.

As the doors opened and the music played, my sweet perfect angel had the biggest smile I've ever seen on that kid. His head was up, his back was straight and his arm was firmly up. As he slowly walked Amy down the isle, the pride on his face was evident. As I resisted the urge to scoop him up and shower him with hugs and kisses, I just cried. My dad would have been so proud. He said his lines, kissed Amy's hand and interlocked her and with Barry's. However, his "call me" nod to some unexpected attendee was the talk of the reception. Awesome.