Three. I love this age. The imagination, the wonder… and innocence. Life moves so fast. Kids grow even faster. And I know someday, I want to look back… and remember what my babies looked like being three.
Tag: ‘Personal’
being three
Monday, March 1st, 2010Mine on Monday | dancing + twirling…
Monday, February 1st, 2010My friend Amanda, started Mine on Monday a few weeks ago. And I love it! I have been trying to keep up on a personal blog and this blog. And well… both have been really neglected! 
I especially love being able to take some time out, and blog about these quickly growing kiddos. (which by the way, can you believe that today is FEB 1?)
My mom is an amazing seamstress. She made me all my prom dresses, altered my wedding dress, and made my girls blessing dresses. My girls were really excited when she made these twirly skirts for them last night. They wanted their pictures taken in them- and well, I jumped on that!
They twirled… and danced. I loved watching their smiles. And experience the simple joys of childhood through their eyes.
the simple ordinary day.
Monday, January 18th, 2010As some of you may know, my husband recently had knee surgery. (hence the lack of posting…) Initially, we thought it was going to be a quick recovery. He was going to walk out of the hospital… a week off work. But, sometimes life has a way of shaking things up! The repair was more extensive than we thought, and now so is the recovery. I am now becoming a pro at bandage wrapping, brace adjusting, and all other sorts of skills I never knew I had. Well except for patience. Im still working on that. 
Sometimes its 1 am, and I wonder where my day has gone.
To maintain my sanity, I have been doing one thing. Shooting for me. Each day I challenge myself to see something in the ordinary. Notice something I would have otherwise have skipped over. And in doing so, I have found beauty in the ordinary day.
Now… Im not so sure how beautiful this is. And Im a bit hesitant to post it… But, our sinks have all looked like this before, right? (please tell me Im not the only one who lets the dishes pile up on occasion!) 
Grinding wheat for bread… Bread that didnt turn out because I copied the recipe down wrong. 
Yarn for a darling headband Im making.
Sheet-washing day. The only time it is okay to jump on the bed at our house. The girls love monday. 
And… shoes. One of my favorite pairs. Target clearance for $7. Happy. 
memories…
Monday, November 30th, 2009I was 14 years old. It was a warm early summer day. I sat at a table in my next door neighbor’s backyard. We were in our 4-H painting class. I remember our little art lesson… (well, it was kind of like Charlie Brown- that teacher… waa-wahh-wahh) I was too distracted. Laundry was hanging on the line to dry, the sound of water from an old moss-covered fountain, the old gazebo with its white paint chipping away, and the grape vines that covered the old fence that bordered my yard from my neighbor’s. I remember watching my best friend start painting on her canvas. And I sat there. Wanting to paint the sunshine.
It wasnt until recently that I learned to capture what inspired me. I still cant paint,(well… come on, stick people are pretty cool right??) and I still get distracted on warm summer days. But I am finally becoming me. And being me feels pretty good.
Some from the summertime. Ohhh how I love summer. 
