22, 23, 24, 25, 26/52

Monday, June 29, 2015

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
(22/52)

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
(23/52)

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
(24/52)

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
(25/52)

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."
(26/52)

I've gotten so behind.  These are all iPhone pics, because it's been much more convenient for our life these days, and honestly I'm pretty out of practice with my Canon.  I'm just more comfortable with the phone camera lately.  You may also notice that some of these have Jaron and me in them, because those pics were the ones I was most drawn to and most wanted to remember from that particular week.  Instead of an individual description on each, I'll say that being outside in the evenings has been good for us, as a family, in this season.  Walks around our neighborhood, trips to the park, playing with the hose, digging in the dirt, eating dinner in the backyard.  Even if I feel like I've failed through the day or life's other pains seem overwhelming, the evening sun acts as a reset, a promise for a new beginning.  And maybe it also indicates that the kids' bedtime is not too far away, PraisetheLord!  (I know, I'm the worst.)  The last picture was taken right before Jaron and I headed out to California last week.  I wanted a picture of the four of us to have to look at while we were gone, because I knew I'd miss those little stinkers.  This picture is ridiculous and just right.  It was the perfect thing to keep me from getting too homesick while we were away.  

I really do have more to write.  Maybe some of it will turn into another post.  You just never know with little ol' me.  Love all your guts like crazy!

19, 20, 21/52

Thursday, May 28, 2015



"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

E&C:  Playing with hair things, as you do.  (19/52) 


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Emmitt:  He was telling me all about this playdough creation.  I tried my hardest to remember everything he was saying because it was just so rich with imagination.  As soon as I could, I typed his words into the notes app on my phone.  What a sweetie and a weirdie this boy is.  
Cora:  Modeling our friend's sunglasses that she had just swiped.  (20/52, iPhone) 


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

E&C:  All this rain.  Goodness, it is making outside play very exciting for my bug loving boy and his up for anything sister, but it sure is getting pretty disgusting for their mom.  We have to spray these kiddos down after almost every backyard adventure these days, because of all the digging in the mud.  (21/52)  

Oh hey there!  Remember when I used to blog?  Yeah, me neither.  3 weeks behind on the ol' 52 pics.  Hope to be around here more this summer.  Hope you all are well.  Hope you get to do something you love today.

The Thing

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Sometimes I hate that the main times I'm inspired and motivated to write are when I have to because otherwise I'll burst... meaning they are usually posts about feeling sensitive or my aches with life's ups and downs.  I want my writing to be carefree, and dare I say, cool.  But I am painfully sensitive to the world around me, to my feelings, and those of others.  It makes for quite a lot going on in my head most of the time, and it makes for a large lack of carefree and cool. 

Often writing is one of my go-to ways of leaning into any discomfort I may be feeling.  As I've said before, it shows me what's really bothering me and allows for a release, after scrolling through Facebook has left me feeling numb with no relief, sometimes even worse than when I began.

I've told some friends that I don't know how to be a writer.  I'd like to think that I'm a pretty teachable person, but more so when I've had a teacher or coach getting me started, showing me what has worked in the past, giving suggestions for practice and discipline.  Of course I have read about these things in relation to writing, but I still feel like I'm wandering, mostly aimlessly. 

But I just keep on wandering, even if it feels aimless, because deep down, I know it's not.  Deep down, I know there's no other way.  While I wish I had more direction, could see a little further ahead on the path, I wouldn't change it, because this aimless wandering has filled me up.  Aimlessly wandering and stringing together words has become my thing.

Which works well with my new mantra (along with about 6 others from Amy Poehler's book, Yes Please):

"We did the thing.  Because remember, the talking about the thing isn't the thing.  The doing of the thing is the thing." 

(She's kind of my hero.  Well her, and Leslie Knope.) 

I sure like the thing.  My very uncool, worry-filled, yet life-giving and joy-producing, wildly weird thing.  

What's your thing?  Go do it!

(My other thing is taking pictures of my kids.  Because they too are life-giving, joy-producing, and wildly, wildly weird.  In the absolute best kind of way.)

18/52

Monday, May 4, 2015

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

E&C:  This was last Friday at E's 4 year well check.  He had just chatted up his doctor and was now waiting for the nurse to come back in for 3 shots, which he handled so bravely.  Cora sat with him and played with a few of his animals for moral support.  

This is my first phone pic for the 52 project this year.  I didn't take a single picture with my other camera last week, and thought of it as both kids were soundly sleeping late Saturday night.  Luckily I remembered I had this one, whew.  Happy Monday!

17/52

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

E&C:  Last Saturday, Jaron built a little outdoor playhouse that we got as a combined birthday gift for the kiddos.  So that evening I captured a few pictures of them exploring it.  They were pretty impressed!  (It really is cool... I kinda want one for myself to write and read and eat chocolate.)

Happy Mid-week, friends!  

16/52

Sunday, April 19, 2015

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Emmitt:  My four year old on his birthday!  
Cora:  My daughter double fisting donuts on E's birthday.  

We celebrated our boy well this weekend.  We are a good kind of tired.  And I'm a sad kind of happy, as I grapple with having a four year old.  Hoping your week starts off a deserved kind of wonderful!   

Texas

Thursday, April 16, 2015

We spent some time in Texas a few weeks ago, because Aunt Christa and Big Eli were in town from Australia!  (We've been calling him Big Eli around our house the last few years to help Emmitt distinguish who we're talking about since we also have a Little Eli in our life.)  We loooved getting to see them, and it provided the perfect opportunity to eat too much food, talk, laugh, shop, get more animals (for the love), and just overall have a grand ol' time.  Here are some pictures from the week. We already miss them, so I guess we'll just have to plan a trip to Australia... right, Jaron?!  (Also, please remember that Jaron grew up in Texas, as a Mavs fan.  Go Thunder!) 

 

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