Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Snow Day

We had a wicked snow storm drive through today. We were snowed in all day - no school, lots of hot chocolate, movies, games, stories, and snacks. Tomorrow school is already cancelled again and Jackson and I have sledding on the brain. These pics are actually from last week's snow storm. All the snow in these pictures had melted before today's storm hit. We're hoping for it to clear up for Holden's birthday party and trick-or-treating on Saturday!!! But we're enjoying it while it is here...

Sunday, October 25, 2009


My sweet baby boy is turning three today. I can't even believe how fast the past three years have flown - it feels like yesterday I was waddling around trying to get that baby to drop. And here he is a full grown little boy. Sigh...

Holden, at the ripe old age of three, you are one of the brightest lights in my life. You make me smile just by being you. I love how your big brown eyes are so full of love and joy. I love how when I check on you each evening, after you've fallen asleep, you smile in your sleep when I kiss you. I love when I discover you've learned something new that I didn't teach you -- like all the sudden you know the letters in your name! How did that happen? I love your infectious laugh. Your adorable little nose. Your dimple. I love how you nestle your head under my neck. How you still grab at your ears when you are drinking milk from a cup -just like you did when you were a nursing babe. I love how excited you get by little things like snow, Capri Sun, crayons and seeing horses in the field near our home. I love how you still talk about our "old house" and call it the "baby house." I love that you love Cheetos and Cheerios and Cheese. But only yellow cheese, not white cheese. I love your toes, your fingers, your belly button that reminds me you once were connected to me in a way you will never be to another soul. I love that you are learning to fly - not literally, of course, but your independence is growing by leaps and bounds. I love how sometimes the rhythm just gets your toes to tapping and you have to dance. I love that Jackson is your best friend in the whole world. I love that you call me Mama. I love how on occasions, though you look very much like me, I see bits of your Daddy coming through in you. I love your soft, yellow hair. I love how sometimes you make your voice sound like a cross between a toad and Ethel Merman. I love your curiosity. Your constant questions of "Why?" and "Where we going now Mama?" And I love you. All the way to the moon and back. My sweet little boy. Who today. Is three.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

baked apples

It's snowing. Jackson's on fall break. The boys have taken a long bubble bath but I have not. They smell super sweet. We are making baked apples and ham sandwiches. Cozy day. Wishing Shawn was here with us. Loving fall in Colorado. Peace.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

the boys and me

I don't get pictures of myself with the boys much. I'm usually behind the lens. Thankfully on this gorgeous fall day I asked Shawn to snap a few of us together. I love this picture of us. I love these boys. Thanks honey for snapping a few for me.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I am...

In college I had a very beloved professor who shaped me and guided me a great deal in the art of acting and directing. Dr Sorensen wasn't just a "teacher" - he was a mentor, a guidance counselor, a friend. I used to skip my regular classes just to audit some of his acting classes -- never mind that I was already in several of his acting classes, I loved being an actor in his classroom. Because it was never a classroom - it was always the stage.

Today a friend of mine from way back when posted a recent picture of himself and Dr Sorensen on Facebook. He titled it "who are you." Exactly. That was Dr. Sorensen's phrase of choice in acting class - getting to the truth and authenticity of an actor in the moment. "Who are you?" was shouted or whispered or spoken by Dr Sorensen at just the right moment in a scene or a warm up or a rehearsal -- he was reminding us to never just walk through the words, but to live the words, be the character. It was an "actor thing." Or so I thought.

But as I looked at that picture, that whole world flooding back to me with great nostalgia, I realized it is just as timely now that I am not an actor as it was when I was 110% committed to the craft. It was a reminder that I am many things.

I am a mother.
I am a wife.
I am a woman.
I am a friend.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am a photographer.
I am a homemaker.
I am a soul that craves creativity.
I am honest.
I am a teacher.
I am a learner.
I am me.

I am all these things. And more. I am not longer an actor. But I still am.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Pumpkin Patch '09

We made our annual trek to the local garden center for their festive fall display. Every year I say we are going to hit a real pumpkin patch like the sort we used to visit in Seattle, and every year I remember how muddy that can be and how cold for small hands and I'm thankful for the quaintness and the brevity of this place. The boys love it. We love it. Happy times.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Story Time

We have a bedtime routine in our house that we very rarely stray from. It has been in place since Jackson was a wee babe. The boys enjoy it, but they do not go to it readily. They would prefer to play a bit longer, stall a bit more, eat just one more snack. It is not fun getting these two boys into their bedtime routine. But once they are in the middle of it, it all falls into place. We start with snuggly jammies -- they are both currently favoring superheros of any and all kind. I had to tell Holden these jams above were from Super-Stripey, superhero of stripes! He didn't buy it. After jammies, we brush teeth. I don't know if there is a little boy alive who likes brushing his teeth, but if you have one who does, please savor that...and DON'T tell me about it. These two hate it. But we do it and they survive. And next up is story time. Their favorite. We almost always read all together as a family, unless one of us, Shawn or I, are not at home for some reason. The boys each pick a book and then we have one more that Shawn or I pick. We love books in our house, and the boys have a plethora of them, whether they are a present from Aunt Kimi or Nana or Grammy, or picked out from the library, or a hand-me-down from mine or Shawn's own youth, we've got a library of books to choose from. And so we snuggle down. Warm under the toast duvet in our master bedroom, and we read. Jackson usually reads one of the books to all of us, sometimes two, and then we alternate reading the rest. It is usually peaceful and calm and sweet, and you would probably catch Shawn and I giving each other a "ahhh, aren't they cute!" look here and there as well. It is a wonderful, quiet time in our day. And I treasure it.

Thursday, October 08, 2009


My baby goes to school every day. Well, not weekends. But every day besides that. He gets himself dressed. He brushes his own teeth. He eats breakfast - Cinnamon Life if you please. He takes his Transformers backpack and matching lunch box and snack box and climbs into his big boy car seat and buckles himself in. He smiles a lot. Sometimes he whines. But mostly he smiles. He chatters all the way to school. He smiles at me and at his brother. Sometimes he sings a little bit of a song. He occasionally shares a fear or a worry with me, or asks me things like how I know where I'm going in my car and how I learned to get to places and how will he learn that when he's big enough to drive. Then we pull into the drop off lane at school. It is always a very fast drive. Too fast. He gathers up his stuff. It seems a lot for his little frame. Though he is (crazily enough) the tallest boy in his class. He tells me he doesn't want to be dropped off, that he wants me to walk him up. But then he spots a friend or two also walking into school, and he quickly leaps out of the car. They keep you moving in the drop off lane because it is busy and crowded and everyone has some place to be. Usually I get a good-bye kiss. But not always. Sometimes he's in too much of a hurry to catch up to a friend. But always I get a second glance and a smile and a wave. And his eyes are blue and sparkly. And he loves where he is going to spend the day. And I wave and smile and mouth to him that I love him. And just as I am pulling away, I choke back a tear. Every. Single. Day. It doesn't get easier. And I love him. Love him so very, very much. And I flash back to that little tiny baby placed upon my chest for his first breath of life. And he is five. And it is going by ever so fast.

Sunday, October 04, 2009


This is the day we tried to take family pictures. This is the day that we ended up playing at the park instead. This is the day we took the boys to McDonald's. This is the day we got to have a grown up conversation while the boys played at McDonald's. This is the day I ate french fries. This is the day the sun shone. This is the day I finished editing images of 91 adorable children, and 3 sets of twins. This is the day Shawn burned cookies. This is the day we managed to salvage 1 cookie each and they were divine. This is the day that throwing balls down the back yard ramp was all the delight we needed. This is the day that fall came to our home.

Friday, October 02, 2009


In honor of being 36 years of age as of today (thanks for the med-free birth Mom!), here are 36 things I am thankful for, in no particular order:
  1. The view out my window
  2. Brie "cake" in the fridge
  3. The Birthday song my husband composed for me, and the French Toast he made for me
  4. Healthy children
  5. The ability to chase my passion
  6. Security in a sometimes not-so-secure world
  7. Parents who are kind and caring and gave me the freedom to always spread my wings and fly, but were also always there to catch me if I needed it
  8. Dear friends to share in the adventures of mommy-hood
  9. Toile
  10. Creativity
  11. That my son can read - it is like music to my ears
  12. My 8 year old car still runs like a dream - thank you Subaru for making great cars!
  13. Sisters who are my friends, whom I can still disagree with, whom I will love for all time
  14. Facebook - yes, silly, but it brought old friends into my life again, and helped me find family I thought lost forever
  15. Photoshop
  16. That Holden has my eyes, which are also my mom's eyes
  17. Coffee and Diet Coke and Red Wine
  18. Things that belonged to my Granny - her Clark's Embroidery box, her copper jello mold, her Camelot record, the slipper chair from her storage locker, her love of books
  19. In-law's that I enjoy spending time with
  20. My Pentax
  21. 3 Lisa's who make my life happier in different ways - Majed, Weik and Pike
  22. Short hair
  23. My step grandmother BJ who has always been a Grandma to me, and always will be
  24. The color yellow. And red.
  25. My health
  26. My husband
  27. My boys
  28. Memories to remind me how I good I have it in the present
  29. Fleece blankets
  30. Palisade peaches
  31. Clear conscience
  32. Freedom
  33. Learning something new on a daily basis, even though I thought my "learning" was something I did only in school
  34. A house that is a home
  35. That I know how to sew
  36. That I have made it another year on this beautiful earth

Thursday, October 01, 2009

You know what's cool??!

When you think you have 28 more images to edit and discover you have only 4. :-) I was working last night and thought I had 2 classes left to edit, besides the one I was on. Low and behold I already did them! How's that for a surprise! I may make my deadline after all!! Happy days. Holden and I are going to make cupcakes!