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Day Two . . .

Today my heart is heavy and my prayers fervent for a classmate and friend of mine who’s baby son died yesterday. He apparently had respiratory distress while flying on a plane with his family. Despite a doctor and a nurse on board’s best efforts, little Carter was lost. He was their first and only child. Please keep Ryan and Heidi in your prayers.  Pray that they will find comfort and strength to get through this terrible tragedy.

Times like this always remind me to hug my four blessings. I don’t know why some are blessed with a house full of healthy children and others must go through such terrible tragedy. I feel at once blessed and guilty. Why am I so lucky? Or will my life change in a moment as I have seen happen to others like Ryan and Heidi?

I am grateful that as a photographer I have the joy of capturing images of children and their relationships that will last beyond a tragic event.  I am comforted to know that if something were to happen to one of my children or to myself, there will be visual memories of our lives and our love.

This image is from a recent newborn session with a regular client. I have captured this little sweetie’s older brother and I was honored to capture her in her first week. This image just made my heart sing. So adorable and so special. There is nothing greater in this world than a new life. It is the promise of hope and love.

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A photo a day. . .the Twelve days of Christmas.

Because I have been so crazy-busy I have neglected to share all the wonderful things I have captured over the last few months and even this year. Today I am committing to post a photo-a-day. I have had so many sessions and clients in the last two months this could take me awhile to get through. But I will share one photo that I found particularly meaningful from my year of photos, sharing as many as I can get to between now and Christmas. Here we go!

This photo is special to me because these are my two middle babies. Almost twins, it feels like sometimes. Well, actually, much to Isaiah’s frustration, people ask them if they are twins all the time. Alayna is tall for her age and Isaiah a little on the short side, so they are almost matching in height. In this shot Alayna is looking over at her big brother with the love and adoration of a little sister. Awww . . . was the sound both Brian and I made when we opened this file. We love you two!

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Where have I been?

Hello to all of my loyal readers. I am sure you are all wondering where I have gone! Well, ’tis the season for insanity for photographers; our studio has been abuzz with activity. I am just now entering the home-stretch and it feels GOOD. Now, I hope to catch up on all my blogging. I have a lot to share!
Now for some delicious photos. I had the joyful pleasure of flying to St. Paul for just 48 hours to capture my sister and brother and their families. What a treat! Everyone has gotten so big and they are all so darn adorable. It was COLD, though. The first morning we went out the windchill was -5 degrees and we could hardly breathe, let alone take photos. But thankfully it warmed up enough for some fun photos. Brrrr . . . Minnesota!
be merry
be merry

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An historic day.

Well, the country is certainly talking, make that, the world! Yesterday was possibly the biggest day for our country in MY lifetime. We had two minorities in the running for the White House; an African American and a woman. Brian and I took the kids out for dinner to celebrate our right to vote and make our voices heard in this country; what a fantastic and beautiful right! At dinner we talked about how at one time only white land-owning men could vote. How minorities were given the right in the 1800’s, but it took longer to make it safe and easy. How it took even more years before women, represented by half of our household, could have a voice. I almost got teary thinking about how my girls will find it amazing to think that anyone would have denied them that right.

When we got home and snuggled up on the couch to watch the final tallies unfold, our kids asked question after question, wanting to learn about the process and why popular vote does not alway determine the final winner. We talked about some of the props, like a high speed train and hospital and school improvements. And then we watched as our country elected her first African American president.

Now, as a household we didn’t unilaterally support either of the major candidates. In fact, one of us threw our vote behind one of the quiet underdogs; so we weren’t actually rooting strongly for either camp. But the kids and I had watched biographies of both Obama and McCain and Alayna, particularly, was rooting for McCain, as her soft heart was amazed by his incredible service to our country and the hardships he went through as a POW. She got upset, seeing that Obama had won, and crossed her arms in frustration. We watched McCain’s incredible concession speech and talked to our kids about how his speech was a sign of his character and the kind of leader he is. Even the media seemed stunned by the eloquence and grace he displayed; I hoped that Alayna saw that grace and a little might have rubbed off.

Next came Obama’s acceptance speech. He wasn’t my candidate, so I wasn’t stirred simply by the win. But I still felt a stirring of my heart, seeing that our country has taken this big step in my lifetime. I would have felt similar if the other camp had won, making Palin the first woman elected to the White House. We turned to our kids and told them that no matter what the politics of the candidate you wanted to win, this night is historic, one that they will remember for the rest of their lives. I looked down at Lydia, two years old, snuggled up next to me; she will not remember this night. She will simply believe that our country has always been this way. Amazing, isn’t it? Even our kids, seeing this election, have a different view of politics and the world. Isaiah said at one point last night, “Haven’t we had a bunch of girls as Vice President?” Ha! Now isn’t that something??

So today I say, “Thank you, to all the men and women who have fought and many who have died, to protect my right to vote and to be free. And may God bless America!”

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Our little mouse, indian and rockstar make out like bandits . . .

So I am totally a last-minute mom. I throw birthday parties together at the 11th our, EVERY TIME, I run around the house helping the kids find the “parts” to their uniforms for baseball or what-have-you 10 minutes before kick-off, EVERY TIME, and of course, we pull together costumes on October 30th EVERY TIME! Well, this year, actually, I beat my record and we were able to get everyone situated by MONDAY, can you believe it?? Well, I do credit the kids, who chased and hounded us relentlessly for weeks. But I am happy to say that it did make last night much more pleasant.

We had hoped to find a killer ladybug costume for Lydie-bug, but I was unsuccessful. However, the so so adorable mouse costume we ended up with was a delightful compromise. The best part is when she says, “Squeek-squeek!” :-) And Alayna wanted to be Sacagawea, an important woman in history whom she learned about in school. We were able to piece together a cool costume using the extremely inappropriate teen version of an indian hooker, ahem, princess, a long sleeve shirt and some moccasins. After wearing the costume to her school’s harvest carnival and having everyone ask her if she was Pocahontas, she decided, in her sweet Miss-Alayneous-go-with-the-flow way, that she would just be Pocahontas to avoid any more confusion. Isaiah struggled with what to be but seemed quite satisfied when we suggested he go as a rockstar. He really wanted a mowhawk, which we attempted a few times, to no avail. He was a good sport about how his hair turned out and I am pretty sure his main goal had more to do with candy than costumes. Too bad for him we only let them eat 2 pieces last night and 2 pieces a day. That candy should last until Easter! We might just hide some away for the Christmas stockings! Tyler declared that he is too old to dress up and he stayed home to hand out candy. Not sure how much of it he consumed, but there was some clear evidence of his munchies in his braces :-).

I hope you all had a safe and fun night. Here are my little honeys all dressed up. Aren’t they cute??

lydia mouse

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alayna as pocahontas

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Our new BlogSite :-)

Yay! We are live. Please be patient, we will be de-bugging for the next few weeks. Let us know what you love, what you hate, what works, what doesn’t, if things are slow to load etc. We will be so grateful for any feedback and we hope you LOVE it!

Because we MUST have an image, here is MissAlayneous. Ain’t she sweet?

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Setting out to find a new home for our design studio.

An exciting time around here! The time has come for our photography business to go out on its own! We are currently searching for the perfect place to call home and to establish ourselves even more in the Bay Area. We are hoping to locate the right space in downtown Willow Glen or downtown Campbell but we are open to inspiration. A storefront would be okay but a second-story space above a shop would be even better. If you see anything or if you know the perfect place, please-let us know!

And for some photo goodness, a sweet little lady exploring her world.

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A {sort of} happy birthday . . .

Today is my little man, Isaiah, or Z-man’s, ninth birthday. I can hardly believe it has been that long since his skinny little self made his first appearance as the thinnest, kickingest newborn I have ever seen. He was early (my only baby kind enough to spare me a few weeks of pregnancy) and as skinny as a “rubber chicken” (an affectionate nickname that has stuck LOL) at 22.5 inches and just 7 lbs 8 oz!  He was serious, even then, and he hasn’t changed one bit.

Brian and I were reminiscing about the first time we took Isaiah to an amusement park. He was 19 months old and it was our first outing since Alayna was born (I think she was about 10 days old- yeah, I am that crazy woman!). We spent the afternoon at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk with Grandpa Doug. We had settled Isaiah into the seat of the “airplane” ride and buckled him in. I watched from the sidelines, near tears, because I could see that my baby was terrified from the way he gripped the steering wheel and held his mouth in a grim line (he rarely cried out of fear, even then, he wanted to be tough). I was just a moment away from asking the attendant to stop the ride so I could rescue my frightened, miserable baby, when the ride mercifully came to an end. I rushed to his side and scooped him up. He immediately started to cry and I thought, “See, he just needed the safty of Mama to open the flood of emotion he was holding in.” But in Isaiah’s broken speech he cried out, “Mo!! Mama!! Mo!!”  Oh, how I miss-judged my child! For the rest of that afternoon Isaiah rode ride after ride, never cracking a smile or showing any sign of enjoyment. He would just cry out “Mo!” in between each “thrill” to indicate his heart’s desire. We couldn’t believe it. And as far as this personality trait goes with Isaiah, NOTHING has changed.

Today, despite being a sick kid (he had the stomach flu today, his birthday), Isaiah rallied long enough to get some fresh air on the lawn and to open his gifts. He has been taking violin lessons for a year now (our pre-requisite to guitar lessons, which is what he really wants). He had no idea that we (and Grandma & Grandpa) had gone together to get him his own electric guitar and amp (the real deal, this is no toy). Brian and I were super excited to see his reaction when he opened it (although we KNEW it wouldn’t be overly animated, this is ISAIAH we are talking about). As he peeked into the box a tiny (really, it was tiny) smile crept across his face, then disappeared as he soberly assessed the guitar. He didn’t yell, he didn’t scream.  He just sat there, holding it. He said the proper “Thanks, Mom and Dad” but it was with about as much enthusiasm as you might expect a nine-year-old to give for a new sweater. But Brian and I know our son and tried to take it in stride. And, sure enough, at bedtime, when I asked him if he liked his new guitar he flashed me his signature Cheshire Cat grin and said, “Yeeeeah!”.

— I suppose that will just have to do. :-)

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Can I have a job, please?

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Can you imagine hearing those words from your 7 year old? Your 8 year old? Your teen-ager? I hear them, seriously. I hear them everyday; usually many times. I am NOT kidding. Right now, as I type, my almost 15 year old is folding 6 loads of laundry for me! And if that’s not enough, how would you like to have clean children’s rooms, all-the-time? Ours are, really! I am no super-mom. I am a mom like any other.  I have my moments when I wonder if I will survive raising four kids, if I spend enough time with them, if I clean too much, or too little, if they will ever look back and resent the choices I’ve made; you name it, I figure I’ve blown it. But a broken clock is still right twice a day, and I had my “right” moment when I created our family’s “Marble Economy”.

It started when my oldest was about three years old. I was a single, teen-aged mom in college, pursuing a career in Early Childhood Special Education. Through my studies I was learning all about child development and how to best stimulate my child’s mind. I knew that watching  television all day was definitely not the best way and I tried to find a way to limit his tube time and my nagging. My first “economy” was a chart on the refrigerator with 6 boxes and six window-cling stickers. Tyler was allowed to watch 30 minutes of television each day for six days a week with one day off. If he chose to watch a movie, he would use up three of his “stickers”. This system worked like a charm. It made my child, not me, responsible for how much time he had for watching. At first, Tyler would watch a movie on Monday and Tuesday and then be frustrated all week, waiting for his 6 squares to “reset”. But he quickly learned to “budget” his time, to keep from running out. Brilliant, eh?

Fast forward seven years, a husband, and three more kids. Our system was somehow lost along the way and I found myself back in the world of “Why can’t I watch another movie? ” whining. Not only that, but I was having a hard time getting my kids to help out around the house. (You simply MUST have help and cooperation from the kids when you have as many as I do.)  Remembering the effectiveness of my old system I dragged it out of my mental closet, tweaked it a bit and created what I now affectionately call our “Marble Economy”.

The concept is simple; my children get marbles for doing jobs around the house and they “spend” them on screen time: TV, computer, wii etc. One marble equals 15 minutes. A job well done is rewarded with bonus marbles. Simple as that. We have one additional rule, however, and I simply adore this one; they cannot spend marbles unless their room is clean. Love it? I sure do. I no longer have to argue with my kids about how much TV they watch. I don’t have to nag about clean rooms. The rules are set, the concept is simple. The ball is in their court. It simply doesn’t get any better than that.

I think that beyond the wonders of having your children ask for “work”, beyond the joys of having clean rooms and no nagging, beyond having kids who don’t spend their whole day in front of a screen, the real reward is having kids learn that privileges and recreation are earned, not an entitlement. They know that time and work are worth something. They know that a job well done is better rewarded than a half-hearted quick-fix. It really has changed the tenor (and cleanliness) of our home, as well as the homes of many of my friends who now have “Marble Economies” of their own. Give it a try; it is worth every penny, er, marble.

Back to School . . .

Man, time slips away so fast! Last week the kids went back to school and, despite the promised calming effect of kids otherwise-occupied-six-hours-a-day, it was CHAOS!  I had forgotten the “job” that being the parent of a student (no, make that THREE students) can be. Lunches, notes, paperwork, home-and-school-club, music lessons, art lessons, gymnastics classes, mom-can-I-be-a-girl-scout-please?, early dinners with earlier bedtimes (still working on that one) and my all-time favorite; wrapping-paper-sale-fundraiser-drive-me-batty-responsibilities! Can we go back to summer, please!!?? In all seriousness, things went pretty smoothly. I am just a tired mom who was enjoying sleeping until 7 am and just HATES the sound of her alarm at 5:55 am. Oh well! Before I know it, they will be grown and gone. Heck, the eldest has just three years to go!

So, here are my three youngest on the first day of school, displaying their disparate levels of enthusiasm LOL  Lydia had her first day of preschool, marking the first time she left our little fold and went out “on her own” .  I cried, she cheered.

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