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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Heebie-jeebies

I was sitting at the kitchen counter, catching up on Google Reader and waiting for my last batch of cookies to finish baking. The kids were in bed and Jeff was downstairs watching the third March Madness game of the night. Other than the howling wind, it was nearly silent. The timer sounded and I stood to pull the hot cookie sheet out of the oven. With my back to the hallway, I had the sheet in my hand and was about to turn and set it on the counter when I heard a raspy whisper coming from behind me:

"Moooommyyyyy. I waaaant some coooookieeeees."

What on earth? What was he doing out of bed and why was he whispering? Very creepy. I'm probably going to have nightmares tonight. And who am I supposed to go climb into bed with when I have a bad dream?

Sheesh. This parenting thing never ceases to surprise me.

The big day

I have always loved weddings. I love everything about them.

I love the flowers.

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I love the decorations.

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I love the cakes.

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I love the flower girls.

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I love the wedding dresses and tuxedos.

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What I don't love is the feeling that if you don't document this day perfectly-- if you forget to take a picture with the grandparents or use the wrong lens for the cutting of the cake or take a half a second too long to close the shutter during "I do"-- the beautiful couple whose day you are trying to capture might just hate you forever.

Last Saturday I photographed my first wedding. This is what I have been waiting and hoping for, but it came much sooner than I expected. I didn't feel qualified or prepared for such a big responsibility, but I also couldn't turn down such a timely opportunity. It was a tremendous learning experience, although the things I learned were not what I expected.

Here is what I learned:

1. Being at a wedding where you don't know anybody can be a lonely experience. Even if you are busy sticking a camera in everybody's face, there will be moments of downtime when you look around and realize you don't know a soul.

2. Bring a snack. Weddings are long days and as the photographer, you are not a guest, so don't expect to be treated like one.

3. Avoid non-temple weddings if possible. Photographing a ceremony inside an empty, unexciting room is much more difficult than posing people outside of a intricate and beautiful building practically designed for photo shoots.

4. Don't be shy. People expect you to boss them around, so do it!

Part of what makes photography so exciting to me is how much there is to learn about it, so I guess in that regard it was a very exciting day!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

I broke my cheek

A few weeks ago I was at my neighbor's house picking up my kids. Her son and Logan had taken all the pillows off the couch and were jumping from the floor to the couch frame and back again. As mom-friends tend to do, my neighbor and I had gotten caught up in our conversation and weren't paying close attention to the boys. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Logan jumped towards the couch but fell short. His face slammed down, hitting the corner of the un-cushioned sofa.

The result:

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After the fact, if you asked him what happened, he would get choked up and explain that he "broke his cheek." Apparently Savannah's not the only drama queen in this house.

Baby steps

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I have seen these shoes around but could never justify the price. It seemed too much for a pre-walker, especially since Savannah can't keep a pair of shoes on her feet for more than 10 seconds. (A shame, since she has the cutest black patent leather mary janes.) Well, my Mom volunteered to take the kids shoe shopping and lo-and-behold Savannah now owns her very own Pedipeds.

In a word: amazing.

Not only are they darling, but she can't kick them off. And they are so soft, I can't imagine she'd ever want to. Because they fit so well, you can buy them big and wear them for a long time. I am glad to finally have something to keep on Savy's feet because she is pulling herself up on everything now and it won't be long before she takes those first few steps.

Speaking of pending mobility, Savannah is now crawling (I think). I have a hard time deciding whether I can claim her to be a crawler or not. She gets around, but not in the traditional ways. And when she gets tired, she lays on the floor and cries as though she is completely incompetent. Jeff calls her his drama queen. He also calls her his princess. Funny how I used to be his "queen" and his "princess." When did I get the royalty shaft around here?

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A day at the farm

Warning: if you are easily overwhelmed by picture overload, you may want to stay away from this post.

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Today was the last day of my mom's week long visit. (Isn't she beautiful?) She didn't need to be at the airport until 1:30 pm, so we took advantage of our last morning together and visited Wheeler Farm. We had never been before, so the first thing I did was approach the lady at the information desk and ask for some suggestions. She must not get very many visitors on Tuesday mornings because she gave me the complete rundown on the entire place, including the baby lambs and calf that had just been born. She warned me to keep an eye on Logan when we headed towards the pond. The geese could get a little aggressive if they think you have food.

Well she was right about the geese. As soon as we got close they made a beeline towards us with their mouths wide open. But we needn't have worried about Logan. He squawked right back at them and scared them right away.

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It was such a gorgeous spring day that after touring the farm we decided to explore the rural ground behind it. If it weren't for the massive homes bordering the farm, I could almost believe I was back in time.

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My mom's such a trooper.

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Logan found this quaint little tree house and wouldn't leave. I told him to ask his daddy to build him one for his birthday.

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Excuse the crooked glasses in this one. It was all I could do to get him to look towards the camera instead of into the river.

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I'm so glad Savannah isn't terrified of the grass the way Logan was at this age.

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Last picture, I promise. This is possibly my favorite picture to date of my two kids. I love Logan's dark eyes next to Savannah's blues.

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Ok. I lied. One more. Surely there is some rule in the parenting handbook that says you must equally post pictures of each of your children on your blog. So here's one more of Savannah for political correctness.

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Monday, March 16, 2009

I don't care what the forecast says...

it's Spring in my book.

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Thursday, March 12, 2009

It's always fun when Grandma comes

I love it when my mom comes to visit. My kids are happier, the nights that Jeff has to work late don't seem so long, and we always paint a room. I'm not sure why we always end up painting, but I'm glad we do because it is the only time my house gets painted. I am an expert project-provider and my mom is an expert project-finisher, so together we make a great team.

Today we tackled my living room. It was feeling mismatched and hodge podge and I was falling out of love with my sofas because they died against the tan walls. I thought that a thematic wall color might tie everything together, but I didn't know what that color was. At first I was leaning towards blue, but we ended up with green. Now that it's on the walls, I think it looks blue in certain light. So I guess everybody wins.

Here are the befores and afters. If you don't think the after looks any different/better, please keep your comments to yourself.

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The tiny chef strikes again

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

A not-so-good evening

The evening following our bike ride (see previous post), I was taking advantage of a few peaceful moments to edit some pictures. Just as I finished downloading the images, the thought occurred to me that I hadn't heard from Logan in at least 5 minutes. I should know by now that silence is not usually a good thing. I found him in the kitchen with this:

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He told me he was making a "que-di-dilla." To put it mildly, I was a little upset by the mess he had made. I sent him to his room while I cleaned up, giving both him and myself a chance to cool down. As I washed and wiped, I asked myself the following questions:

1. Since when do quesadillas include eggs, garlic powder, onions and pizza pans?

2. Who taught Logan to crack eggs? And how did he do such a good job? I only found one or two small shell fragments in the pan out of the 7-8 eggs he had cracked.

3. What was I going to make for dinner since my three remaining menu items all required eggs?

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This was only the start of Logan's mischievousness. In the past 2 days he has:
  • Dropped his "the King" race car in a bucket of nasty rain water, then used his bath scooper to fish it out.
  • Covered a stuffed rabbit and a cabbage patch doll with shampoo then put them in the bathtub and turned on the water. I'm still trying to get all the suds out.
  • Tried to make his own chocolate milk. This resulted in chocolate syrup all over the counter, the floor, his hands and clothes, the stool, and fridge.
  • Fallen off a stool and hit his head on the vinyl floor while trying to get a jar of jam out of the fridge. This happened just moments after I told him to get down before he hurt himself.
  • Locked himself outside, in the snow, barefoot and without a jacket, while I was in the shower. He told me through tears that he was "ready for school."
I've heard that the "terrible twos" are nothing compared to the "horrible threes." Here's to another year of FUN.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

A good morning

While my east coast blogging friends are writing of record snow falls, I'm writing about uncharacteristically warm weather and what we're doing to take advantage of it. Today I pulled my bike out of storage, pumped up the tires, tightened the nuts and bolts of the trailer, and off we went.

Logan thought it was pretty fun... at first.

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After a few minutes he wasn't so sure.

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Apparently it wasn't that fun at all.

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Note the dirt on Logan's pants. He spent the entire morning playing outside in the backyard while Savannah napped and I worked. It was positively blissful.

I took this picture later in the day. It made me think how lucky I am to have two generally easy kids who enjoy each other's company. It's funny how just having thoughts like that tempts fate to conspire against you. (Next post coming soon: A not-so-good evening.)

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I love this baby

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