Yes, I know how totally creepy this picture looks (and how weird you must think we are for stuffing our kids in bags – nope, it’s not the first time LOL). Rest assured, no children were harmed in the making of this picture and no, this was not Photoshopped in any way. Ava really was in the bag with just her head sticking out (for about as long as it took me to snap this picture). Then she got out … and Julian got in. 😉 The things we do to entertain ourselves around here. 😛
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Now for the not-so-wordless part of this “Wordless Wednesday” post.
Every Mother’s Day since 2005, I’ve had my picture (and Ava’s, and then Julian’s) taken in front of the tulips on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder. This year we almost didn’t go, but I’m glad we did. One of these days I’ll need to make a collage of all of my Mother’s Day pictures for myself. 🙂
I know I haven’t been much of a blogger the past couple weeks. I hope to get a “real” post up later this week. Please know that I’m hanging in there, trying to focus on my recovery from anxiety disorder (I read last night that recovering can take 4 times as long as the amount of time you’ve spent in the anxious state, so I likely still have quite a ways to go), trying to get good sleep, trying to take care of myself and also working outside on my little garden from last year and a new garden I’m putting in this year. Getting in the dirt is good for my soul.
I hope you are all doing well and hanging in there with me as I muddle through this thing called life. Thanks for sticking with me.
Thanks to all of you who’ve emailed, Tweeted or commented lately asking about how I’m doing. Things are continuing to get better slowly but surely (the biggest problem lately is still my vision) and I hope to start blogging (at least once a week) again soon. I miss it! Hope you all are well. 🙂
I’ve been going through some crazy health stuff over the past week (I’m OK, but more on that later). There have been many times I’ve wanted to cry and sometimes I did, but whenever I need a smile or a laugh, I can always look to these two. They never let me down.
I’ve been wanting to get some new pictures of Ava and Julian together for a while. With Christmas right around the corner, I got my act together, cleared everything out of my dining room, transformed into a makeshift studio, and took these shots last week. When I sent them in to Costco to have them printed (not my usual printer, but an acceptable substitute especially when running short on time and cash), I didn’t expect a follow up phone call from a Costco employee asking if they were taken by a professional. I stumbled a bit before answering, “I took them.” She asked again, “You are the photographer?” And I said, “yes.” The employee said I’d have to sign a release when I came in to pick them up verifying that I took the pictures. Now I know I’m not the first person they’ve called like this and that they are only doing their job to protect copyrights, but I was flattered. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like a professional photographer and it was a nice reminder that maybe I could go back to photography again someday – if and when I’m ready. Thank you, Costco. 😉
This one has replaced a nearly 2-year-old picture of them on our living room wall.
And this one accompanied many of our Christmas cards because I just love their expressions. I won’t tell you what I had to do to get such belly laughs, but I will say I was acting pretty silly.
Sorry for the lack of content around here these past several weeks. I’m hoping that with the new year will come new motivation to blog and I will get back into the swing of things again.
I know, I know, this should be a wordless post, but I can’t help but comment on this one.
A former high school friend of mine recently posted this pic on Facebook. It’s from a Brownie Girl Scout weekend camping trip. I think I was 7 or 8 years old. Can you spot me? Here’s a hint: M-i-c-k-e-y M-o-u-s-e.
This picture was taken long before any of us cared about curling irons and hairspray, makeup, boys, or even how we dressed. 😉 We were young, innocent and carefree, and I love it.