Recent Happenings :: a photo essay

Lookin' cute in polka dots • My squishy • I was a mother of 9 for the weekend • My freshly painted cub 

Getting spiritually edified • My annual trip to the gym • Say HELLO to my little friend • My morning beauties 

All the cool moms drive minivans • Dairy Queen, the hubs, and Netflix • Wishing I could climb in there and spoon her • Bed head & Kix • My after-lunch snack • Naptime • My little Hershey Track runner • Summer toes

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So I've fallen victim to the convenience & awesomeness of instagram.

I couldn't help it. If you feel so inclined, you can follow me on followgram.

House of Pancakes Birthday Party

The birthday party planning diva strikes again. This time with pancakes and some ridiculously yummy cake-pop ice cream cones.

My ultra creative friend, Angie, does this party planning stuff for fun. I take naps and clip my toenails for fun. But, hey. To each their own. It makes the creative portion of my brain hurt just thinking about planning a party like this. No worries. It's just a teeny-tiny portion of my brain so it doesn't hurt much.

Angie, as payment, came over and played with my hair for one of my late night photo editing sessions.  All I needed to make the night complete was two men, preferable wearing speedos... or maybe not... feeding me grapes and fanning me with an over-sized leaf. One could be Nate and the other could be.. I don't know, possibly David Hasselhoff since he already has the speedo wearing thing down. Really though, it was HEAVEN.

So, onto the party...
The invitations were super cute and along with each invitation was a pair of matching pajamas for each girl. Not to mention, Angie sewed each pair.

And here is the birthday spread...

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Taking Pictures of Your Offspring

And/or other objects in your life including, but not limited to, pet dogs and cats... and gold fish too.
This is a post revisited that I did for Marta's How-To series a while back. I thought, maybe, that my elite circle of readers might enjoy it too. :)

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To me there are two types of pictures:

First you have your posed pictures; which are beautiful and perfect.

Then you have your candid shots; the one’s that capture the essence of life and embodies the spirit of your subject.

Both types of pictures are great to have, but the images that I love and cherish the most are not the one’s with the perfect smile and the perfect head tilt with the perfect little outfit, but rather the one’s that were completely unscripted; the one’s that show my children doing what children do best- enjoying LIFE.

I absolutely love this picture of my daughter, Abrie. This picture speaks to me and makes me feel all kinds of happy. I love that I was able to capture this moment that embodies childhood- fun, carefree, & full of LIFE.

Quick tips for capturing the kiddo’s in your life:

            
            • Take a step back & put your zoom to work

Most kids are not a fan of a camera in their face. They have a tendency to hold back and act a little bit more reserved if there’s a camera invading their personal space. Just take a step back, watch your children play with your camera handy, practice you secret agent/spy skills, and let your zoom button (or your zoom lens) do all the work.

• Always keep your camera close by and easily accessible
I keep my camera in my living room since that's where all of the action happens. I try to use it at least once a day (which is actually turning more into once a month). And when I'm not using my camera it becomes a center piece on my table right next to the papers that need filing and the ever growing pile of candy wrappers and junk that collects in my kids' pockets.

Try a different perspective

•  Repeat after me, I will not count to three

We all say it, “Ready? Look at me & say cheese’ 1…2…3…(click)”. Counting to three defeats the purpose of getting those good candid shots. Don’t get me wrong, counting to three has its place and time, like when you’re in the grocery store and your child is throwing a massive tantrum over a box of Lucky Charms… “You better stop acting like you’ve been possessed by demons by the time I get to three or so help me…” You know, times like that.

You don’t have to have the best of the best & you don’t have to have the know how.

All you need is a camera and an eye.

This picture was taken by my husband on a trip he took to Haiti. He’s not a photographer and he didn’t have a super fancy camera with him. All he had was our little Canon point and shoot and an eye for what he thought was beautiful. And this to me is beautiful & perfect. One of the best things about photography is that you get to decide what art is.

•  Drop it like it’s hot

Or ummm, rather get down on their level. You can lose the connection with your subject if you’re standing above them.

Perfectly imperfect

It’s funny how some of my favorite pictures of my children are the one’s that aren’t completely in focus or the one’s that aren’t angled just right. To me it’s just capturing life in motion. Sometimes mistakes make the best pictures.

• Capture the details
The toys the play with, their morning bed head, the dirt under their nails, their favorite blankie you have to pry out of their hands on laundry day… details are the thread of life.

  
            

            • Harsh lighting: Just say NO

Try your best to avoid harsh lighting & flashes. The goal is to get beautiful, realistic, and naturally lit images. If you’re outside and it’s a bright sunny day, try to find a shaded spot. Try to find natural reflectors such as buildings to bounce light on to your subject. If you’re inside find a well lit area or move close to a window to get as much natural lighting as you can.  

•  Take pictures, take them often & take a lot

Don’t just pull out the camera on special occasions like birthday’s and Christmas. Make a goal to take at least one picture a day. One of the joys about digital camera’s is you get to take as many as you want. So don’t be shy, click away.

Remember…
Life is not posed- it is spontaneous & unscripted. It is fast paced & constantly moving and in a blink of an eye those passing moments become memories. So pull out your camera and capture it, dagnabbit!

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Since it was Mother's Day & since I am a mom

I am at the stage in my life where I am no longer a person... I am a MOM. The stage where I try to remember what life used to be like without kids and I cannot remember. It's like the 21 pre-children years of my life have become a blur.

Some things I can recall, like the time I was 4 and I pulled a knife on one of our maids while we lived in Chile. I cornered that poor old woman, taunting her with the knife swaying back and forth saying, "Hermana Lopez!" and then I'd jump, inching my way closer and closer to her. I don't really remember how it ended. I think, maybe, her frantic yelling for my mom paid off. And I don't remember any blood shed. So that's a positive.

Or the time I was 10 and I didn't want to go to school so I faked my own vomit. How, you ask, does one fake their own vomit? Easy. A couple of eggs, small pieces of bread, and a scoop full of last nights left-overs dumped out strategically on the floor somewhere between my bedroom and the bathroom making it look like I made an honest effort to reach the toilet. Again, I don't remember the outcome, but I think it ended with me staying home either because I was grounded or because my mom took pity on me in my stomach flu like state. Either way, I'd call it a success.

Or the time I was 13 and I was lost somewhere between rebellion and desperate soul searching, I shaved off the back of my hair. Yep. I put my hair up into a pony tail, took the clippers, and just buzzed the bottom of my hair off.  Needless to say, it did nothing to help me out in the desperate soul searching department. 

Or maybe fast forward to the time I was 19, during my short shorts wearing days. Those were good days. And I went to visit my sweet Grandma and noticed, during our visit, that there was and extremely good looking painter painting away on her deck. So I placed myself ever so strategically on the couch near the window trying to catch that workers attention. It worked. My father would not have been proud.  Turns out that extremely good looking painter ended up being my husband.

Now I am a Mom of 4 and I officially have Mom brain- the phenomenon known to women where after they become pregnant any part of sanity, firm recollection, or the ability to carry on a conversation without forgetting what there talking about slowly disappears. The more kids you have, the worse it gets and soon, before you know it, the Mom's brain is rendered completely useless.  

The only hope a mother has of ever being normal again (I use the term 'normal' loosely... very loosely) is medication and a really good therapist. And even then, the odds aren't good. My completely non-professional professional studies show that the mother's brian has a 28% successful recovery rate. 

With that said, there are 4 reasons why I'm content replacing my functioning brain with a defective Mom brain that gives out on me on any given day at any given moment. The reasons aren't elaborate or fancy. They are simple, short, and occasionally sweet. And those reasons are Abrie, Kaleb, Macie, and Eden. 

I am a Mom and I find more purpose in my life now than I ever did... 

At least I think I do, I can't remember.

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