PIctures for Mom

A couple of pictures I've taken (or had taken by someone with my camera) in the last couple of months:

Mom and her little brother, Uncle Gary.

Me and James at the big family reunion in Heber.

3 Little boys snatched from blissful bug-catching.

A snapshot of Danielle at the park.

 

Love ya Mom!  Don't despair, eventually I plan on posting pictures of Palmyra.  :)

My Heart

Have you ever wondered what makes my heart go pitter-pat?  Would you like a paddleboat ride through the deepest fjord of ecstasy of which I am capable?  Well then, watch this video . . . I have watched it like 50 times.



I can assure you that I taught him to wipe the spit off his teeth, grimace on the high notes, and lose all concentration whenever anyone starts clapping.  It is all part of the charm.

It was a church talent show.  And I was soooo proud of him for not freaking out, because he's never done anything like this before, and it was a big audience for such a little boy.

Danielle's 9 Month Pictures

Momentous day!  Danielle is now 9 months old. 

Such bright blue eyes, such a trusting expression

Nicely Framed by the Mesa Temple

This is a good capture of her personality.  She delights in being delighted, and smiles so easily...as long as I hold her...constantly.

Her lovely features--a cupid's bow on her lips.

"Whacha doin laying on the ground, Mom?"

"Trying to seize the day, Love."

"You're just lucky I'm too young to be embarrassed of you in public."

"Exactly my point, my dear."

So, nine month milestones:

• She has been out of the womb longer than in it
• I am supposed to be back to prepregnancy weight.  (So close!  Just 3 more pounds...)
• It is time to start freaking out a little that she is not crawling. (Or is it?  My boys may have skewed my perspective--they were all soooo eager to get going.) What do you think?

And most importantly of all, I need to really just enjoy her even more, because the next time I turn around, she will be out of the baby stage, and become a vivacious toddler (which is also cool, but still).

Happy Easter!

Inspiration here and here. 

Self Portrait

Feeling a bit down these days...

It is normal, but not pleasant, for me to feel this way when I have a 6 month old.

Anytime you can cry over things like dishes in the sink, it is appropriate to blame hormones.  It's temporary, and part of the price of having a whole new kid.

James has a kind face, don't you think?

Whoever said that laughter is the best medicine has never been hugged by this guy.

The Christmas Present

How was your Christmas?  I hope you felt like this on Christmas morning:

(Sam 12/25/09)

I know I sure did. 

Santa brought me the best toy EVER!  A DSLR camera--a Nikon d3000, to be exact.

*Sigh* This is the camera I knew in the pre-existence.  It was love at first sight.  THIS is a camera that will command respect at little league soccer games.  THIS is a camera that will translate my baby's ethereal loveliness into a true likeness that all can appreciate. 

THIS is a camera that will show me at all times in a lovely and photogenic light, right?

(The first picture I ever took with it, with him, with Charles.  Charles the camera.) 

EW!  And when I saw how crappy I looked, I felt like this:

  (Adam being ALL BAD in his new policeman costume--happy birthday little one!)

NO FAIR!

But I immediately launched into taking about 300 pictures that have little to zero relevance, like this:

(A Christmas Bow, I like the color.)

and this:

(the staples in my mom's head from a recent injury--STAY OFF THOSE LADDERS, MOM!  I missed the focus a little, but still!  My old camera would never have shown this detail.)

And this cow that is soon to be hamburgers:

(Tardy, may she rest in pieces--in my parents' freezer.)

And I even tested its limits by taking lots of pictures of my Mom's pictures--straight out of the photo albums.

 

(My mom as a baby.  Not too bad for a picture of a picture!  Isn't she cute?)

So...nothing is certain but death and taxes, but it also seems quite likely that you shall all be subjected to a lot of extremely amateur photography by a certain madwoman photographer in the near future.  Merry Christmas.