I have really enjoyed learning more about photography. I enjoy showing off photos I’ve taken of my children. It started with Ella. I would spend hours sticking her in buckets, baskets, and bows to take her picture. What an enjoyment. Then we added Preston. I found out that taking pictures of two children was a little more difficult, but I always got at least one perfect photo at the end of each session. Now, we’ve added Brennen and I’ve discovered that taking pictures of three is impossible! Phil helped me get them all dressed and into my studio space and away we went. Brennen cried, Preston threw a fit, Ella made faces. At the end of this session all I had was what looked like a blooper roll! Taking photos of my children isn’t quite as enjoyable as it used to be, but I still love it!
Ella goes to preschool three days a week. She loves school but doesn’t like getting ready to go. She is always too distracted by toys, books, tv, her brothers, etc. to get dressed and ready to go. I am constantly yelling, prodding, and poking at her to get ready so we can leave! Today, Ella went upstairs to her room without me saying a word, got dressed and did her hair for school. She quietly walked down the stairs and announced she was ready to go. Phil happened to be home for lunch and was the first one to see her. He started to tell her she couldn’t go to school looking like she did. When I turned around I noticed she had several barrettes of varying colors all throughout her hair. As silly as she looked I was just glad she got ready for school all on her own. So, I told Phil she looked just fine and off we went to school. I know someday she will look back at this picture and say, “Mom, why did you let me leave the house looking like that?” I know she will say that because I have said that many times to my own mother about my short curly, permed hair from the 80’s and my big pink glasses that I fought her to get!
Cleaning out the refrigerator today I found two green peppers that needed to be eaten. I pondered if I should use them in a meal or just cut them up so the kids could eat them. Then, I remembered how my grandma would cut the tops off, clean them out, and fill them with water. She would give us our green pepper “cups” and we would drink away. Our favorite part was eating our “cup” when we were finished. I loved when the green peppers would become ripe in their large garden so we could drink from them. Today, I shared this memory with my children and they got to drink from their very own green pepper “cups.”