On the docket for today: the obligatory results of my yearly kid portraiture.
Alex looks so grown up all of a sudden.
He loved getting to go out to the Pinnacles and climb rocks to have his pictures taken. Even if it was only 42 degrees outside, and he had to keep taking off his hoodie and putting it back on while I fiddled with aperture and shutter speed and ISO.
But in the end, wouldn’t you know it? One of the test shots won, and for the second year straight Alex will grace our wall not in a nice bright sweater, but the same hoodie he wears every single day. How tween of him. ;)
Julianna, in the meantime, gave me about two hundred shots of this….
….so in the end we asked permission to use and share photos from the Children’s Miracle Network Glamourazzi event this summer (all photos taken by Creative Photo):
We had the mommy-daughter shot…
…and the fun shot with a deejay at the local pop-rock station…
But the one we’re opting with for the walls this year is the one that captures Miss Feisty Pants to a T:
Nicholas, of course, is a ham who needs no commentary:
But it’s Michael who steals the show this year, as far as I’m concerned. If you’re on Facebook you probably already saw these, but…are you ready? Guard your heart, folks:
Move over, Jack Sparrow. You’ve been replaced.
Have a great weekend, everybody!
It has been a long time since I’ve had a week (and weekend) as intense as the last has been. All good things, but intense. I’ve done almost no writing for the past week. So I’m giving myself a pass on being profound this morning. Instead I’ll share what we did this weekend in pictures…so I can devote today to catching up!
We’ve had a DSLR for years, and although I know the theory behind aperture, ISO and shutter speed, there’s a big difference between theory and knowing how to use it. I’ve been wanting to take a class that would force me to play around, but who has time? This weekend I finally started the process. Here are some of my experiments. (If you’re on Facebook you already saw these. Sorry.)
Things I Don’t Want To Forget:
Michael saying “I want to tuggle with you.” And then getting irritated because I repeat it that way. “No—no! I said, sssssstuggle!”
Michael “nursing” (where did he learn to do that?)
The way Julianna dissolves into giggles at the silliest pieces of nothing.
The way every one of the children has pointed to the pickle in The Very Hungry Caterpillar, knowing I will say it in crazy-silly voice and reduce them to uncontrollable laughter.
The way Nicholas’ eyes catch the sunlight from the window, illustrating something I thought impossible—that eyes that dark brown can be at the same time so luminescent and clear.
The tremble in Alex’s voice as he shares the meanest comment someone made about his sister: She’s always so happy. It gets on my nerves. And the way his smile broke through his tears when I said that if that was the worst insult anyone could come up with about his sister, then he should just take it as a compliment.
Things that only happen with small children around…like walking into a pitch-black room to comfort a crying child in the middle of the night and stepping on something sort of firm, sort of soft, that promptly grabs your foot and nearly makes you scream until you remember that Michael has been wearing (and dropping) a slap bracelet the last several days…
The feeling of a good night’s sleep after the last commitment of a stressful few weeks…of waking to an alarm instead of my own racing brain.
The moment my husband sends me an email inviting me to go to the opera with him.
These are the moments I want to treasure. To hold so close in my heart that they never lose the immediacy and familiarity of the present.
My mother’s day flowers. I am such a sucker for bright colors.
Reading books on MyOn
Graduation-and-neighborhood-garage-sale morning dawns with this spectacle….
A hot air balloon launch directly north of our upstairs front window
What would you call this? A water gun? Au contraire…
Really? Just because you call it a “squirter” doesn’t mean anyone in the entire universe is going to see it as anything other than a gun. Seriously, people.
Nicholas’ preschool graduation. He always poses like that, with at least one hand on his hip.
I’m going to pull this picture out when he graduates high school. He’s already got the look. Now he just needs the years.
And this one speaks for itself:
(Which is why I had to push so hard late last week, so I’d be ready to drop it all and go…)
“Date night for couples: French Bistro.” We were in charge of preparing (most of) the salads.
And we learned a lot about how to get a steak to cook properly (hint: hot pan!). And who doesn’t like flaming cognac?
Sunday morning, we went to church here:
(How’s that for a sense of scale?)
There was a reeeeeeally annoying 1/4-second delay with a tinny buzz in the sound coming from some side speaker in this gartantuan basilica…at least, that’s what I thought it was, and I was composing a “you might want to know” email to the staff in my mind and wondering if that would be presumptuous, even if I do have a music/liturgy background, when I realized what I was hearing was the bleed-through from the extremely old man sitting next to us, who had his audio aid turned up too loud. After that, I was able to tune it out.
After Mass we walked around a bit and I took a spin through the gift shop. Look what I found on display!
Then it was bikes in the park and Star Trek: Into Darkness on the way home. (Loving what they’re doing with those characters.)
While the kids stayed home with grandparents and did this…
And relaxation was had by all. Except the grandparents, probably. :) But you can’t begin to imagine the noise level and chaos when we arrived home last night to this:
And now it’s time to go plant those irises sitting beside the door…they’ve been there for over a week as it rained and rained and rained and rained and…well, most of you have been through it too. :/