Archive | May, 2012

Home Sweet Home

Well, we made it home from our California adventures! We had such a good time spending some quality bonding time with our little family.  No work, no rushing here or there, no errands.. just good ol’ fun in the sun.  It sounds funny, but this was our first real family vacation with just our little family.  (although we did sneak in as much Auntie time as possible) We’ve never stayed by ourselves somewhere away from home and while we had more time together than we knew what to do with, we enjoyed it thoroughly!

Highlights of the trip:
Putting the babies to bed and having some alone time with Mr. Miller’s snuggle and a few good books.
Drinking coffee on the beautiful furnished deck, overlooking the bay.
Being a hop, skip and a jump away from Chipotle (my favorite!!)
Enjoying the beach time, both in Newport with our family and in Oceanside with Auntie
IKEA
Enjoying the uninterrupted company of my love, Mr. Miller

Low points of the trip:
Lack of sleeping of the girls on the car ride both to and from. They fell asleep just as we pulled out of town on the way there.. slept alllll the way to Mesquite (30 minutes into our 7 hour drive) on the way home we left late thinking they would just crash out… NOPE.  Stayed up the entire time til just after Vegas and slept the last hour (at 2am!)
Stella learning to climb out of her pack n’ play!!!! Whatever are we going to do??? (but a high point was being able to rock her in my arms every night before bed = HEAVEN!)

So I was sort of hoping that Stella would forget about the whole climbing out of the p-n-p incident and not even try it in her crib… wrong-o!  The second we put her in bed last night and closed the door, we heard a thud.

I have no idea what to do with the wild child because she is SO not ready for a big girl bed, in my opinion. (but I kept my first baby in her crib til 3 and a half, so maybe I’m crazy…) Again, the high point is that she will FINALLY fall asleep in my arms, something I tried diligently to make her do since the day she was born, but even at days old, as soon as she was falling into slumber she would wiggle uncomfortably in my arms until I’d lay her down.  (Are my children freaks of nature? They wont ever sleep with us!)

So now our routine has changed from laying her in her crib with no problem, to “I-holjew, mama” (I hold you, mama) where I lay her on my shoulder and rock her until she’s completely and blissfully asleep and then I hesitantly lay her down in her crib.

Call me crazy, but I swear I’ll do this until she’s 16 if she lets me.  I love it! It feeds the mama in me like nothing else does.

Here are a few quick snippets from our trip (via iphone camera)

us on our first sunset of vacation

 in Carlsbad with Auntie
 I just couldn’t get enough of this flower wall!
 Our little Peeping Tom
 The girls dancing away in our condo
 My Stelly Babe, ready to hit the waves (she barely took this hat off the whole trip.. and since we’ve been home)
 Artichoke and crab leg dinner at the condo (our favorite Newport meal)
 Breakfast with the Queens (notice Stelly’s hat)
 Sisters
 Sisters
 My Stelly Babe sitting in an in-n-out, somewhere between the ocean and the desert, much past her bedtime. (with a chocolate milk stain on her wife beater, no less!)

So, what can I say?  The trip was a complete and utter success!  But I must admit, pulling into our little desert haven, lights sparkling in the wee hours of the night with two sleeping babies in the back of our mini van, I felt a warmth wash over me like fresh sheets from the dryer.  We’re home. 

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Happiness

To me, this is happiness.

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California-cation

Just in case you were wondering, YES, Stella is enjoying herself thoroughly on our family vacation.

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Mother’s Week

A few weeks ago our dear family friend Jen was visiting from the beautiful Newport, CA and offered us to stay in her beautiful Newport, CA condo the week after mother’s day while she was out of town.
Let me tell you how long it took us to think about that one…
-2 seconds.

So here I am blogging to you from said beautiful Newport condo with my two sleeping babies in the other room and that darling Mr. M by my side. (he’s actually out making me a sprite and lime right now in the kitchen – love him!)
Oh, and did I mention Itty?  She’s here too. 

Here she is not interrupting my reading in the slightest while she uses my book for a pillow as she’s fast asleep.
 So let me tell you how fun Stella is to drive with in the car… about -2%.  The child cannot hang in a car for more than 5 minutes.  We came fully equipped with all the snacks and electronic devices her little heart could desire, but did that keep her content for more than 23 seconds at a time?  NO.
Oddly enough, we stopped to stretch our legs (and pick me up a coffee, pleeeeease!) and she was happy as a clam as soon as her seat was unbuckled… weird how that happens! (I must admit that she’s made a slight improvement from last year’s shinanigans, though)
What she lacks in patience, she makes up for in cute-ness.
Harlo on the other hand is a very happy traveler.  My born jet-setter!  I’m not joking you when I tell you this girl is an ocean-addict!
She was so excited this morning as we were finishing up packing our bags (last minute? no…) she could not keep from hugging me ever few minutes and saying “I’M SO EXCITED!” She was in her car seat (and buckled) about 30 minutes before anyone else was getting in the car.  By the time we pulled into town she was nearly bursting with anticipation.  This was her as we were headed to walk up the pier (before even stopping by the condo because we really couldn’t even wait another minute!)

The lovely sunset made the hours of Stella’s demands quite worth it!

We watched a lovely sunset and headed back to our place which is fabulous!  Harlo walked into the building and said “wow, this is a nice place.” and when we walked into Jen’s condo she looked around and said “this is amazing!” although she’s confused because on every other vacation we’ve been on we’ve been staying with friends or family and now we’re here alone she keeps asking me if we live here.  Haha, unfortunately, no….

Tomorrow we get to see our beloved Auntie and Willow!

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Motherhood Is

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.”

Mother’s day always gets me thinking about what an honor it is to actually be a mother. To me, it’s the most important job in our existence.  When my girls are grown, I want them to always know how privileged I feel to be their mom.

I loved being able to carry my children.  I thank God for that opportunity every single night.  While I didn’t enjoy every day of my pregnancies, I sure did enjoy them.  I felt like a Goddess when I was pregnant.  I felt like I was called to do the most important job in the universe, and I was.  Mr. Miller was always so loving and attentive and sensitive to me when I was pregnant with our girls.  I have so many fond memories in that time.  I often say that my pregnancy with Stella was the happiest time in my life.  My days were filled with studying birth and caring for my own vivacious one year old.  I attended regular birthing classes and midwife appointments with my husband.  I think we both felt the importance of that experience both for our marriage and for our lives personally.  I knew I was doing something greater than myself and serving a purpose I was meant to serve.  Brady understood and respected that and together we were able to bond on a level that was greater than we had ever imagined.  Harlo’s birth showed me there was more to me than I previously knew, there was a woman inside of me who was divine and great and worthy of such a calling.  Stella’s birth gave birth to that woman and I am forever grateful to my two girls for giving me that.  It’s just so miraculously calculated!  I had to be this woman to raise these girls, but I had to give birth to these girls to be this woman.  It’s what feeds my soul in knowing there is a God who knows us as individuals and has set out a plan for each of us.  

Me pregnant with Stella, one week shy of my due date, 10 days before giving birth.

                                

I really, really loved nursing my girls.  I took such a pride in knowing my body came fully equipped to nourish my children.  I felt such a bond to my babies when we would sit for our regular nursing sessions.  I felt like (and still feel) that there is no greater feeling of being a mother than nursing your very own child.  When Harlo was a baby, I would sit and nurse her at any chance I got.  I loved laying in bed with her with nothing on the agenda for the day and I could sit in silence and listen to her little grunts and breathing patterns.  A year later, when Stella was born, I knew how sacred that time with her was.  I knew it’s what I was created to do and how fleeting that blessed responsibility was.  I loved nothing more than sitting in my chair with a toddler at my feet and a rolly, wiggly, sweet little baby at my breast.  I would sit and marvel at my daughters and thank my Father for giving them to me. But nursing did more for me than helping me bond with my babies.  I learned to love and appreciate my own body.  My body that was beautiful and capable of doing such wonderful things.  I no longer looked at my hips as a nuisance that never fit into anything properly, or my thighs as being too large, or that extra few rolls on my tummy as being “ugly”.  This was my body.  The body that carried the spirit of a loving woman, the body that my husband adored, the body that carried my children through the first second of their existence and nourished them through the first years of their lives.  The body that is capable of lifting, running, dancing, snuggling… How could I think such thoughts of such an amazing piece of God’s work?  And to this day as I see those stripes across my hips and thighs, those “ribbons” as my girls lovingly refer to them, I feel such pride that my body stretched beyond it’s limits to carry my children.  I love that have the scars to show off my capabilities as a woman.
I am still so grateful for that time I was able to nurse my children and so look forward to the opportunity to have more babies with Mr. Miller to rely on my motherly body.

Me nursing 8 month old Stella in our backyard on a beautiful spring afternoon.
Every single day I am thankful I get to be a mother.  I have good days and bad days, as do my children, but I love being a mom every day.  It’s the most exhilerating, exhausting, rewarding, stressful, exciting, challenging, enjoyful job I’ve ever had the pleasure of having.  I have learned so much about myself parenting my children.  They have taught me so much about life and love and faith.  Each day I love them more than I did the day before, and each day my love for their father grows as well.  It never ceases to amaze me!  The life that we live is a very simple one and never in my life have I been happier or more fulfilled. 
A recent photo of Harlo playing Candyland (or “handy man”) on the back porch with her daddy.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the women in my life and the women who read this blog.  I hope you know how divine and beautiful you are!

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Easter Eggs

It’s late to be posting these, but late-schmate…
We had such a lovely Easter weekend this year.  We had an Easter egg hunt at the miller family campgrounds, we had an Easter egg hunt with the some friends and family on my side, we enjoyed a homemade quiche Easter morning (prepared by yours truly!) and possibly the most fun, we dyed Easter eggs.

These two little girls sure load our life with fun.

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Ode to the Starbucks Lady

This morning I pulled up the window at Starbucks to pay for my 2 coffees and 2 chocolate milks and as I handed over my card to the kind server, he let me know that the car ahead of me had bought my coffees this morning and that I didn’t have to worry about it.  Shocked and confused, I tried to recall the car in front of me which I didn’t note exactly what type of car it was, but it obviously didn’t look too familiar to me.  I have no idea who this kind stranger was, or what made her decide to purchase my $11 worth of guilty pleasures, but she has been on my mind all day.  Maybe she knew me?  Maybe she won the lottery yesterday?  Maybe she was having a super bad morning and thought by doing something nice would pick up her day?  Maybe she was searching for good karma?  I don’t know for sure, but I’ve been praying for her and sending my best vibes to her all day.  I hope she has a really good day, and a really good life at that.  I can’t wait for my chance to pay it forward.
Moral of the day, even the smallest acts of kindness go such a long way.
God is good!

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My life, My loves | Southern Utah Family Photographer

It really is the simple things in life.

Happy Monday!

-C

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a simple kind of lovely

Sometimes I get ahead of/down on/hard on myself.  I get stressed, I start feeling guilty about slacking here or not doing this or that.  I get sad that my babies are growing at a rapid rate.  I get nervous/excited/anxious/hopeful about our future.  I get overwhelmed with work/home/parenting/responsibilities.  I feel blessed and happy and content.  Then I get nervous about feeling so happy/blessed/content.  I try and try to do better.  I set goals.  I pray.  I listen.  I get disappointed in myself.  I feel proud of myself.  I surprise myself.  I get inspired, and moved, and molded into the woman I’m becoming.  I get anxious/depressed/weepy.  I miss my tiny babies.  I miss carrying them in my womb.  I feel grateful for being able to carry them.  To mother them.  To love them.  I feel blessed for my husband and my children.  I feel loved.  I feel really, really loved.  And I love.  I really, really love.
And in the middle of my day, in the middle of the whirlwind of thoughts in my head, I can take a deep breath and remember what it’s all about…
And it seems I know exactly the purpose of my existence.

My life is far from perfect, but my goodness, it’s perfect for me.

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Mini Sessions | Southern Utah Family Photographer


 

I’m booking mini sessions now through June.  There are limited spots available so book now and share with your friends!

Happy Cinco De Mayo!

xo, C

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Miss Bentlee Turns One | St George Baby Photographer

This sweet little girl turned one this week.  I have been photographing this little angel since she was in her mama’s belly.  It’s been so fun to look back through her birth and newborn and six month sessions to see how much she’s grown and changed.
This has been my first whole round of belly to one year sessions and it is so exciting!  I have become such close friends with Bentlee’s mama, Jordan and I’m officially Aunt Cass to she and her brother,  Boston.  I always feel such a closeness to my “birth babies” and their moms and I feel so blessed to be a part of her birthday celebrations this year.  Here’s to many more birthdays to come!

For her birthday session we set up a glamorous little garden party (the theme of her birthday) and I could not be more happy with the outcome.  Not to mention we had the most beautiful, golden, hazey light!  I was in heaven.

Enjoy!

Loved these shots of Jordan and Bentlee,


Isn’t she gorgeous?

xo, C

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