dear baby Kate. may you know how ADORED you are. everyone is smitten. including me. I might even hold you sometime…. I am not prone to wanting to hold others babies. maybe someday?
I am getting old…. only because I am becoming one of those wise matrons that shake their heads and exclaim ‘oh, if I could only go back and soak it in a little longer’ whenever they see peaceful babies.
and peaceful this baby was. I desperately want to share his name, but I always feel a tad hesitant on the web so I won’t…. but know that it is a perfect name.
whelp, this post is looooong overdue. Sometimes I get to meet the most glorious people and I secretly wish we could be besties (and I could have their daughter’s name). It feels like it has been a good year for that. I am endlessly curious about other families and moms. A part of me wants to scoot right up and just listen and watch. I guess that is kinda what my job is, AND I get to create photographs. win win for me!
I have a whole swack of sisters. When I was young I would feel so special when I would tell people how big my family was. My dad would always say he has 6 daughters and they each have 2 brothers..
figure that one out.
I am starting a thing. the minimalist portrait session. cause sometimes you want a picture of the people you LOVE.
The first offering will be at the DWELL LOFT on February 9th. 11am - 12am. shoot me a message for more info!!!
I have deeply desired to make a bird hat for YEEEEAAAAARRRRSSSSS. I am still perfecting the creation of this pattern and I do plan on adding to my ETSY shop so all can create bird hats at their whim. Miss Pip was going to wear it for Halloween. She is not. Her latest plan is a Peter Pan princess or a replay of last years little Red riding hood. Or a princess. Or a princess ninja. She has a princess thing going on….
The end of September was COLD. Which caused me to immediately toss summer aside and start playing with Halloween. I always have grand intentions and a flurry of anticipation for every holiday…. however, once the holiday is upon us I have usually disengaged somewhat.
I decided to outsmart myself and did most of the prep in the very beginning of October… leaving lots of time to fall into a slump. Nailed it. Made fun Halloween crafts with the kids AND became useless the closer the day came.
My Gwynnie had a party… Here is some of the fun. We kept it pretty simple. I perused the Halloween edition of BHG and instantly started to fall into the perfection trap… happily I pulled myself and remembered that paper plates and simple crafts the kids create is ENOUGH. I do love pretty magazines, though…
The front door spiders were the super cheap rings I found at Wallymart. I snipped off the ring part and glued on tiny magnets. The wreath spiders are the full ring clinging on for their dear lives.
I few years ago I resented my hubby for insisting on living in Lethbridge. Dreaming to live with fruit trees, mild winters and flowers, I was unsettled.
Overtime I have found little pockets of gold nestled in Lethbridge and area that are slowly appeasing my heart. One of them is little shops like Crazy Cakes. It is just like out of a novel. Quaint, family owned, with fiercely loyal patrons. The confections created are immaculately made and taste like sugar drops from heaven. Long ago I dreamed of having a little ‘patisserie’. Finding one that I can admire and frequent stirs my heart in the fondest ways.
These pictures are from I went with my two youngest when summer was a thing…
Brushing one’s teeth is a must. Really really. Yet, convincing my kids of such is a feat I often face. They will go as far to wet their toothbrushes to FAKE IT. What they don't believe is that I was once a kid and I may have done the same thing. I disgust myself.
I was tickled to do this commercial shoot for Molr Dental Club . I had so many ideas swirling in my head. Honestly, I still do. The best part about the whole business was how ridiculously excited my kids were about these toothbrushes. Like BEGGING me for them. Right down grovelling. Needless to say, they are brushing those pearly whites and not just wetting the toothbrush now. Give yourself the gift of grovelling kids are dangle these vibrant brushes in from of their eyes.
I get to call these lovelies family. I never tire of photographing at the Lethbridge Indian Battle Park… Nature keeps it new and changing all year long.
Welcome to the place where you always belonged. It feels almost reverent walking into the home where a brand spankin’ new babe is nested. There is a tired tension in the air, mixed with an atmosphere of vigilant protectiveness, weary parents and rattled siblings.
Baby, you are so so loved. Welcome home.
I still remember the first time my gaze fell upon the coulees. I was around 10, maybe, and my brother married a girl from southern Alberta; the beginning of many journeys to the area.
I was mesmerized and instantly wanted to explore and climb within their vastness. And I now I do. This stretch of coulee lies a few short blocks from our house and our own little paradise.
I am still dying over this costume. Grab a long sleeve white shirt and safety pin white feather boas all over it. Yellow tights and yellow cleaning gloves stuffed and tied onto shoes, topped with a pilot cap with a red felt chicken thing on top.
I originally did this costume when my Penny was 2. I still remember seeing it displayed in the pages of the baby Martha Stewart magazine. I fell in love. I lOVED those magazines. We were poor students then, but I would still hoard each copy and thumb through them like a child with a Sears Wish Book. Years later my 4th baby would find the pilot hat I had clumsily made into a chicken topper and wish to be a chicken. Thanks again, Martha, can we pleeeeease be besties?
Another easy peasy costume! The pilot goggles are from aliexpress ~ order at least 2 months in advance as Aliexpress can be a bit of a wait. The plane is a cardboard box fancied up! I poked holes in all four corners to tie yarn into for straps.
I love that my older kids are festive about Halloween…may the always stay enthused!
About a year ago I fell shamelessly in love with a blog… I don’t even know how I chanced upon it, yet I did and I am forever inspired…
I wish I could be a proper groupie and find a way to work there.
I was inspired by this POST last year and have eagerly awaited the day to try some magic on our own pumpkins… SO MUCH FUN. My kids were in creative heaven.
TIPS for the creator with kiddos:
Paint pumpkins ahead with cheap craft paint. I used white mini pumpkins and one coat of paint. The pumpkin skin does show through mildly, but it wasn't a bother.
USE KIDS MARKERS (I used last years school stash of good ol Crayola). They worked better than paint or sharpies for those of us that are not illustrators…
Other thoughts… my Gwynnie declared she was going to do hers so the stem become the nose. My instant reaction was ‘NO! THAT IS NOT HOW TO DDO IT’…. Shameful. Me, not her. I corrected my thinking in about 1.3 seconds and she proceeded to create.
It is a lesson I learn everyday. Open my mind and let the kids show me different….let creativity move forward, not conformity.
the anticipation of more.
I see a growing baby bump and feel all the feelings I once felt. Not ALL the feelings ~ no back ache or angry heartburn… Rather the magic of waiting for the person that would grow your heart a million times over. The person that could only be imagined, yet would dutifully appear and fill you with a feeling that they were always were there. That nothing had really changed. Everything that was before was, in fact, imagined.
when love is enough it overflows everywhere. it is exuberant in the chaos of family. it is evident in the banter and the stolen hugs. the siblings are each others gift and tribe.
SO MUCH HEART. and smiles. and playfulness. all the things.
I left this family with a heart ready to do better. thank you one million times.
the longer I photograph family and kids the more I find myself on opposite polars. I love fine art, intentional posing. I love just letting chaos reign. so we roll with it all.
sometimes the stars align just right and magic happens.