Bubbly

For once, I'm kind of short on words. I've been so busy getting these "touchable" bubbles off of absolutely everything in the house. So I really don't have much to say about them. But the kids are cute playing with them. Shoot, the kids are cute even when they are getting on my nerves. ;)

While they are lots of fun, they are kind of not lots of fun to clean up. I keep finding bubbles stuck in weird places. Like up on a wall, in the closet, on my head, etc. :) I found these in the check out line at Old Navy. They totally sucked me in with all that junk they have sitting there. I think they purposefully take a long time to check you out so you just grab something and buy it out of sheer boredom.

(that is not one of my kids, but he's still pretty cute) I think I am now aware of why mom told me not to blow bubbles in the house growing up. But in my defense, those bubbles just left a little soapy spot. These are the bubbles that keep on giving. They do make for some fun shots, though.

Not kidding, one of them just floated past my nose as I was typing this. I mean, where has that thing been hiding for 2 days? The kids keep asking to blow bubbles, and I keep wanting to "lose" them...but they look at me and they have these big eyes and they're blue and...so we blow more bubbles. And I clean up more sticky touchable bubble goop. But hey, I guess it's better than having to watch Robin Hood for the 816th time today. ;)

Check out more shots at Sweet Shot, Perceptive Perspectives, and Trendy Treehouse.

(That last shot is my pick for this week)

Young Tomatoes

My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy. / Story People

While this quote is meant to be funny. (I've recently fallen in love with Story People.) I'm seriously taking it serious when it comes to my kids. I want them to grow up without a label (stuck on by me or anyone else), to be themselves, and enjoy every minute of it. They are far too stubborn for me to tell them who to be anyway...and I think God has them figured out just right. ;)

Spidey Sense & Resolutions

I remember playing dress-up as a kid. We had lots of old hand-me-down skirts and dresses, big church lady hats, and even chaps and cowboy hats. I was always more on the imagination side of playing dress-up. My little brother, however, infuriatingly had to have the entire ensemble before we could play anything.

I am not sure yet about my kids. Merrick has just recently started playing imaginary games. Occasionally I've even been forced to speak to his toys, in lieu of actually speaking with him. (How dare I speak directly to his highness, right?) It's funny to watch him play, since he's not embarrassed yet when I catch him, and doesn't care if I see him discussing where to eat lunch with a plastic horse.













The other night he wanted to dress up in his Spiderman costume. All was well and good until Spiderman went rogue. He stopped using his powers (?) for good and started using them to terrify his sister. No injuries were sustained, but I think Spiderman needs to resolve to fight evil instead of sisters. But, as much fun as they were having I think this year I want to resolve (as opposed to resolutions as I am) to spend more time in that imaginary world playing with my kids. I might, however, be embarrassed if Billy came home and caught me talking to a plastic horse. ;)

Check out more shots at The Paper Mama

(The first shot is my pick for this week)

Grow Up

I'm not usually one to be really sappy or sentimental about things. Especially if everyone else is doing it. I feel wierdly awkward when everyone is remembering how it was. I suppose that probably something else besides the snow-phobia that I may need counseling for. ;) (I was secretly looking back through old photos from January last year, though. And good grief my hubby is a hottie. But I'll leave that off this blog post cuz it's probably TMI.)

A lot of people have done blog posts about remembering 2010. I was fighting it tooth and nail, because I figured you guys already heard my rambling then, why would you want to hear it now? ;) You may want some new material. Which there is plenty of, rest assured. (I found this old shot of Tirzah, too from the spring. Goodness girl, stop growing. You'll be making me pay for a wedding before I know it. Didn't I just get married, like, yesterday, myself?)

Don't get me wrong...2010 was a good year. I've learned and grown, as a wife and photographer. I've grown as a mom, too. This little guy has made me a much more loving, but somehow tougher, person. Speaking of tough, I don't even get embarrassed anymore when he yells "I have to poop!" in public places. Pssshhh. Whatevs.

(And speaking of this little guy, I found this shot of him mid-summer. He has grown so much! And by grown, I totally am referring only to his hair and his vocabulary. He still weighs the same, but he certainly can tell me what is "not neccessawy". Which he did not hear from me. I only say sarcastic things while my kids are sleeping.)
















So, I think I did manage to do my own version of a "remember that time..." post in honor of what was a great 365 days with my peeps. Who knows, maybe I'm finally growing up, myself? Nah...;)

New Year, New [Ear] Drums

Merrick got a drum set for Christmas. *I heard the collective gasp of mothers all around the country*. Yes, our house just got even louder. I am trying to be supportive, but ohmuhears.

He is actually pretty "good" at it. He uses the foot pedal, hits the drums, and makes up songs all at the same time. Better than I could do...I don't always multi-task very well.

One of the things I want to do this New Year is get a few lessons for him. I am not expecting him to be a child prodigy or anything (I mean, duh, he already is...;) but would like to see if this is the year that I find a creative outlet for his boundless energy.

Billy is always saying Merrick has the hair for this particular musical instrument. So maybe one day, when he's a rich and famous drummer, people will leave me alone about getting my kid a hair cut. ;)

 Check out more shots at Trendy Treehouse, Sweet Shot Tuesday, 

and Perceptive Perspectives (The last shot is my pick for this week)