Whew! What a busy weekend we had.
Can it be done? Stay tuned.
Until then, I’ll show you what we’ve gotten done so far. Tomorrow, the dressers!
Whew! What a busy weekend we had.
We make resolutions in our family. Setting goals with the hope of a better year can only be good idea, I always say. This year Harlo made some resolutions of her own and it went like this:
After explaining to her about the new year, 2012, and setting goals for us to do through the new year is a good idea, she quickly made up her own list.
Who: Stella Johann, age 17 months
The holiday season for me is as busy as the rest of us. I am in the business of documenting families through my photographs and there’s something about the holiday season that makes everyone think, “I need my family documented though photographs.” which makes me very happy, and it makes my schedule very busy. It starts out with a few phone calls and emails and promises of excitement and projects, in the middle of it it’s a crazy whirlwind of deadlines and excitement and appointments and emails and deliveries and reward, and it ends with the very last deliveries, the immense feelings of accomplishment, the heaviness of guilt from neglecting my housework and cooking and play time, (although I try to pencil that in even in my busiest of days) and the overall feeling of never wanting to sit at my computer desk or pick up my camera ever again.
So I am in the latter of the stages right now, and I’ve got to say, I am just so dang busy not being busy.
My day starts with Mr. Miller groggily rolling out of bed to fetch our oldest of kin (I’ve always wanted to use that term, does it fit here?) Then that sweet little three-year-old-girl comes to the side of my bed and awaits her morning lovin’s. From there we head to the kitchen for our daily peach yogurt and oatmeal and I have my coffee and Harlo asks for her coffee (which she’s never had a taste of in her life) but settles for milk with just a pinch of vanilla. We call these our special drinks and we sit and talk about what we should do for the day, and what we did yesterday, and Harlo tells me about her silly dreams and we giggle and chat and sip on our special drinks.
Sometime between 9:30 and 11, the little sleeping beauty of the house awakes and from there it’s squeals and giggles and tears and hair pulling and lovins and babies and barbies and strollers and snacks and lunch time all in between which I try to fit in small chores and house projects where I have 4 tiny helping hands, which actually isn’t nearly as helpful as it sounds.
Before I even know it (okay, that’s a lie) nap time has approached us. Nap time is God’s special way of saying “You did great today, I will give you a small break so you don’t harm your children before the day is done.” and you get to recharge your batteries and forget about how naughty your children are and somehow miss them terribly by the time they wake up.
Of course, my 3 year old gave up napping a handful of months ago so my “free time” is still filled with a request for a snack and a treat and a vitamin and a drink (never at the same time) about every 7 minutes or less. It takes about 30 minutes into my chores or computer/work time to realize that I should give up and play with her.. which I always happily oblige.
And really before I even know it, it’s time for Stella to wake up which is also the same time I need to start dinner which is not a good mix. Not a good mix, at all. So then I start doing a juggling act of sorts of tending to the pots on the stove, giving a snack, stirring my noodles, fixing a toy, preheating the oven, calm a crying baby, add to my sauce, trip over the 8,393 pieces of tupperware that now cover my floors while simultaneously bouncing a baby on my hip. All while approximately 23 negative thoughts cross my mind which I quickly hurry out with remembering how much I love my husband and children and being a wife and mother. Then as the crying has reached it’s climax and I barely saved the dinner from burning past the point of edibility, my husband walks through the door just in time to enjoy silent kids who have started on their dinner and a hot plate and happy wife awaiting him. He always misses the dinner chaos by just seconds.. never even knowing what takes place. And every single day I remind God that in my next life, I think I’d like to try out being the dad. Then we laugh and play and tub the girls and jammy them and rock them to sleep and as my baby asks me to sing to her each night, I take back what I previously mentioned to God and tell Him that I’m actually fine with being the mom, after all.
And at 8:17pm I rest my tired old soles for the first time of the day. My house looks like a train has literally driven right through it which makes me smile inside at the wonderful mess we made today while equally cry inside that I have to get out of my chair.
I spend the rest of my night chatting with my husband about our day and giggling about the funny things the girls have said and as tired as I am, I can’t wait to start it again tomorrow. And that is the miracle of motherhood.
Christmas Eve this year did not disappoint. I had never been to the annual Miller’s Christmas Eve party so I was excited to participate this year. Every year Santa comes to visit and everyone has a grand ol’ time. This year my girls were thrilled Santa was coming, except for the time that it was actually their turn to sit on Santa’s lap, which they had nothing to do with (remember our Santa picture this year?) Notice the death grip Harlo has on Brady’s shirt as he walked her up to get her gift from Santa. Haha.. we all had a fun time though and were so happy we could make it this year. Looking forward to many more!
Hello my lovely friends, I hope you had a fantastic New Year’s. After my busy holiday rush, I’ve been spending my time playing barbies with my girls, reading on my new kindle fire and spending some MUCH needed time away from my computer. In my time away I’ve been dreaming up some new ideas and changes in my work and I’m really excited to share that with you over the next couple of months. But more on that later…
These are my dear friends, Eric and Tiffani. Eric and I have been friends since we were about 10 years old and I was so thrilled to hear that he was eloping with his beautiful girlfriend, Tiffani.. and that they were stopping by my place on their way to Vegas Of course I couldn’t let them go through without a session.. it was their wedding day, after all! We had such a blast. Tiffani is obviously beautiful, but she’s sweet and so funny and SO in love with Eric. It was so fun to spend the afternoon with them. It was such a beautiful day, perfect day for laying out a blanket and snuggling under the beautiful desert sky, so that’s exactly what we did.
As always, thank you for looking. It means a lot, really it does.
What a fancy little lady you have become.
Today you woke up and requested we visit daddy at work and possibly stop and get a treat of sorts. You always have fun ideas.
After that we went to run a few errands which you always like very much and you helped me pick out a new pair of pants. We would have been having a lovely time if your baby sister wasn’t squawking at us in protest every few seconds, but that didn’t bother you a bit. You simply dug in my purse for this or that to try to keep her occupied while faithfully telling me each pair of pants I tried on were cute.
A mother carries a baby in her womb for 9 months where it lives fully on the support of her body. The baby is tucked safely inside that womb, growing and developing solely on the nutrients it receives from it’s mother. That’s why, when that baby is born, it seems the natural thing to do is let that baby survive soley on the milk the mother comes perfectly equipped with, postpartum. Always (in best case scenario) having just enough to nourish that little baby until it grows beyond the needs of just the mother’s milk. That’s when the very hungry and very quickly growing baby moves on to more fulfilling foods and the tired mother can return to business as usual and retire herself from the unique responsibility of sharing her body with another person.
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