tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41620263447054169502024-03-04T20:56:27.441-08:00Playin' with the Pencils...having all sorts of fun.LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.comBlogger269125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-61430208876356284792011-06-09T20:48:00.000-07:002011-06-09T20:59:00.857-07:00We are all Shipwrecks...This is quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... I've watched it 8, 9, 10 times maybe? My cheeks, wet, after every viewing. <br />
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It grips me deep inside.<br />
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Watch it once to warm up your heart... then watch it once more to explore it's intricacy... then watch it a third time to rejoice in the beauty that is human.ness. The Solitude of our imperfections. The Beauty that we have in each other. The Hope that we have in together.ness. <br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/16335289">Listener "Wooden Heart"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/dustbrandfilms">Nathan Corrona</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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*view it large if you can...<br />
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You can find the lyrics <a href="http://iamlistener.com/listener/lyrics.html">here</a>... just scroll down until you see the name of the song (Wooden Hearts). <br />
Take a moment to breathe in the words on the page.<br />
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Peace, Love, and anchors.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-35686839182367710382011-06-06T00:49:00.000-07:002011-06-06T00:55:46.988-07:00Guerilla OptimismI've been avoiding this topic for a while now... but I just can't anymore. I can't get this blog topic out of my head or heart lately. These are general observations that keep popping up into my path... example after example, opportunity after opportunity. So I figured God is trying to tell me something... trying to center my energy as a mother to really grow as a person and harness a great opportunity for my family. <br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I feel extremely compelled to work with the boys on is <strong>Kindness</strong> and the<em> power of their attitude</em>. I'll be honest, I've begun to avoid facebook and other Internet venues like the plague. Why? They just bring me down.... sour my day... open me up to update after update of negativity. Blah. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">What ever happened to being Nice? Being Kind? </span><br />
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Our <em>words</em> matter. <br />
Our <em>actions</em> matter. <br />
We have the ability in every moment to choose to be kind or cruel, patient or demanding, sarcastic or encouraging. <br />
We <span style="font-size: large;">have</span> a <span style="font-size: x-large;">choice.</span> <br />
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And in those moments, we are teaching our children what it is to be an adult... It's so so important that we model the behavior and attitude that we hope for our children to adopt. <br />
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Maybe it's because I've turned 30... maybe it's just the Mother in me, but I have gotten into a habit of avoiding situations/people that bring me down. Does that make me selfish? Having a bad day or being bummed out is one thing- but a constant drip of negative energy/actions/words is far more insidious. And it sucks the life out of me. <br />
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With facebook right at our fingertips, we embrace the power to declare/mandate/decree/affirm/announce/spew some of the most <em>destructive</em> thoughts to hundreds of people at a time. <br />
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Why are we so centered on ourselves that we don't actually<em> see</em> the personality we are constructing online? <br />
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<em> </em>I want my boys to be kind. I want them to understand the power of their words. I want them to feel in control of their actions and reactions... because we all have that choice. No circumstance negates us choosing how we react. And I want them to understand that what they say/do will have a ripple affect that touches everyone around them... Oh, the power we hold in our mouths! <br />
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We will <em>practice</em> Kindness in our nest this summer. Real honest exercises in Kindness.... because God help me if my kids become snarky, self absorbed, whiney, cynical grown men. <span style="font-size: x-small;">omg, did I just say that on my blog?</span><br />
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We've got to be kind again...<br />
We've got to get back into a pattern of encouragement.<br />
We've got to understand that our words are powerful.<br />
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Our children deserve it.<br />
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We leave an impression with every.single.person we touch... What will mine be? What will your's be?<br />
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Peace, love, and the honest.truth,<br />
xo<br />
lmkw<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-45726715696352439212011-05-27T10:45:00.000-07:002011-05-27T10:45:35.773-07:00Oh No! Pink Eye!?!?!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day Three of Allergic Conjunctivitis... allergy induced pink eye. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh his sweetness knows no boundaries... See his swollen red eyes? Since treating a 2 year old with eye drops is nearly impossible, we've gone rogue. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm treating it three ways. 1.) wiping the crusties off with a paper towel drenched in warm coffee... yep, coffee. It's a remedy I found online a few years ago. It works and I promise it doesn't burn. I've tried it myself. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2.) Rinsing his eyes with soft contact solution... It's bigger than the prescription bottle eye drops, making it easier to handle and squeeze with a squirmy, ANGRY bebe. I lay him back shirtless on a folded towel, cross his arms over his chest. I pin his arms down with one arm and hold his forehead with the other hand and either have theHotness stream the solution over/into his eyes or I try to manage it myself. It's not an exact science... which is nice considering the thrashing and screaming that results from said treatment. :( But, of course, it's over in a matter of seconds and the tears stop as quickly as they start. *whew* </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3.) Our favorite and most non.traumatic treatment! Hot baths with LOTS of bubble blowing. I've read that warm compresses are good for pink eye. Something about the heat kills 'the bugs' aka bacterial that causes it... plus it's soothing to the scratchy, itchy feeling. At night I can sit and read a book covering one eye at a time with a warm, wet rag... but during the day we take 2 hot baths- one in the morning to loosen the crusties/heat the eye area without turning into an angry bebeBeast (thus making me crave a morning mimosa!) and another before bed when the swelling/goop returns. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you tell which is my favorite remedy? :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plus this pink eye also works hand in hand with a green nose and cough... it's been a brutal allergy season for us and our little nest. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After.bath necked time... what? yall don't do that? Another favorite time of the day... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As a mom, you never know what the next day will bring... or which nights you'll get to sleep without interruption. But I can say without question, even in the thick of it, there is Beauty in the trenches... Purpose for the weary... Hope on the horizon... and JOY just under the surface. Don't miss it. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Peace, love, and boric acid.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-13097153052279007842011-05-25T19:50:00.000-07:002011-05-25T19:52:35.323-07:00A New Sheriff in TownLast year a <a href="http://lyarn1.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-30.html">friend</a> took a few minutes on her 30th birthday to document where she was at that moment in time through a few photographs. She noted how she wished she had photos of her mother at that age... and wanted her girls to have the images of her to look back on. I loved the idea and the motive behind her mini.mommy shoot. Last week before my bday got here, I mentioned to Marcus how I wanted to do a similar thing for myself and my bebies. <br />
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Yesterday, on our way to my family birthday dinner, I told Marcus we should snap a few pics of me and the boys... And to my surprise James insisted on doing a 'shoot' for me. It was a really big deal for him and he was dead serious. This was a grand gesture in his eyes and I couldn't help but allow him! I mean, really? A kid with a camera steals my heart... but MY kid with a camera, well, I lose all reason. Plus, with my camera strap around his neck, what's the worst he could do? Jack the ISO to 3200? Not reason enough to tell him no. <br />
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And I'm so glad I obliged him... I'm crazy for these pictures. I feel soooo awkward in front of the camera, but with HIM behind the camera, I have the look.of.Love in my eyes... so that totally helped. :)<br />
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Marcus took these first few... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">isn't it the sweetest... our expressions. he's such a fun kid. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and yes, he is telling me what to do here... wonder where he gets it from? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So it wasn't until we were in the car on our way to eat that I realized I wasn't wearing any mascara. As mothers often are, I was distracted between mascara.putting.on and teeth brushing. Jax had a melt down? I forget... regardless, I didn't realize til it was too late. If you click the pic, you can see my blond little fringy eye lashes. Good thing for make.up! I'm so fair complected that my whole face is a wash of white and freckles... :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was so excited to see Bruver with the camera... he's jumping here. Isn't it the cutest? Poor Jacker has a bad case of pink eye right now... my sweetDuck. </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>We had a great day and a great family dinner at our favorite spot... then on to the house for cake! <br />
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My birthday was cause to add some amazing new Vintage to our nest... I'll be back to post on those soon. You know how I love something old... and quirky. Just like me!?!?! I can say that now I'm 30. :)<br />
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Peace, love, and saying 'Yes' once in a while...<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-29532047785034375952011-05-24T16:01:00.000-07:002011-05-25T13:00:28.303-07:00Today I Turn Thirty! <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So my day is finally here... I'm THIRTY years old. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>These are my thoughts:</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Maybe I should start taking care of my skin. <br />
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I wonder if I will accomplish as many big moments in my 30s as I did in my 20s? <br />
*and if not, does that mean my 30's will be nice and easy and effortless? Intriguing, yet not really my style... but there is something to say about <em>easy</em>... I'm game. <br />
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When I got married at 23 people said I was too young... I'm so glad I didn't listen to them. Looking back, I'm glad to be sitting on a heap of blessings that abounded in my 20s as a result of that decision. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I could have done without that belly ring after all...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">In ten years, my Purpose and Happiness has evolved to something much more worthwhile and fulfilling.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">With much less effort in comparison, I feel prettier, sexier, and more whole in my skin today than I did the day I turned 20. Odd realization... but woooonderful. </div><br />
<strong>My favorite moments in my 20s:</strong><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">-Marrying theHotness that Sunday in October... </div><br />
-Sending him abroad to define his career path that first year... setting us up for a secure and bright future. It wasn't easy being alone those months at a time- but I'm glad I was brave enough and secure enough to make that sacrifice for our future.family. Who knew I'd know that? Afterall, I was still belly.ringing... <br />
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</div>-Our European honeymoons every three months... and causing a scene at each airport when we had to part ways... *Thank goodness for kind human beings who'd scoop me up with tenderness and help me board my plane. <br />
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-Buying our first house... and the house hunting- walking into these little old homes with JOY in my heart... knowing that even the ugliest duck would be wonderful if it were mine... because I <em>knew</em> Love would live there. And that can make even the deadest thing come alive again.... we just needed bones. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">-Delivering our firstborn... just me and Marcus... and the color that suddenly rushed into my world. My life was suddenly saturated with Purpose.</div><br />
-Graduating with honors with a degree I'm passionate about... having my favorite professors and mentors by my side... my best friend and her family beaming... and my husband and little boy perched atop his shoulders hooting and hollering for me. ME. <br />
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-That stormy day when I sent theHotness out for a pregnancy test... too early to check, but I did it anyway. And that tiny pink line.<br />
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-Giving birth to theDuckling in that little country hospital... quiet... cozy... and introducing him to his brother and his brother to him. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">-And the day I realized that I have something to offer behind the lens... seeing things my way... working with an amazing set of clients who support my style of portraiture. The day I realized that <a href="http://www.mustard-seed-photography.com/">mustard.seed.photography</a> was something special... to me and to a lot of somebodies else. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now THIRTY, let's get on with it. I'm a force to be reckoned with and I'm ready to do some livin' and a fair amount of lovin'. I'm the best version of myself now... and I'm excited about what the future holds for me and my manlies. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">peace, love, and alpha hydroxy acid,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">xo</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">lmkw</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-21842119173442794052011-05-23T17:07:00.000-07:002011-05-23T17:07:59.041-07:00A real dream come true...Oh! Let's talk about Blue Lily, shall we? *nodding/crazed look*<br />
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There are a million ways to tell you how special meeting Tyler and Wendy was... and how amazing it was to be in front of their lens... and how inspiring it was to watch Wendy work... and how special it was to receive the images as interpreted by her... of our little family.<br />
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But it's hard to clearly express those sorts of things while I am still in Blue.Lily.Euphoria... I could wait til it wears off- but if I do, about half a dozen of my readers will come for my head. So, let's just get on with it, shall we? Plus, how much fun is it to upload pictures that I haven't taken and spent time processing myself? Oh the ease of it... *sigh* <br />
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To meet them, we had to drive over to Texas where they were spending ONE DAY shooting in Houston. They are based out of California- but each year, they go on world tours... globe trotting around with sessions scheduled along their stops. So far this year I think they've hit Australia, New Zealand, Japan... I may be missing a place. So they came through Texas shooting in Houston, Austin, and Dallas... then up through the states to Canada... and now they are flying over to shoot their way through Europe. *sigh* <br />
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I was so nervous as we rode out to meet them at our location... we were all dolled up. The boys were prepped with<strike> bribes</strike> positive encouragement. And I was armed with a sharpie marker and my shootsac in hopes of getting their autographs. :) <br />
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We started walking towards our location and I saw Tyler first with a family behind him walking towards us... then Wendy and her long red hair fanned out to the back. It was such a neat feeling seeing them in person like that. I was a little star.struck. Immediately, I was struck by their sincerity and warmth. Tyler greeted me so humbly and immediately got down on his knees to start rough housing with the boys. It was so unexpected and special... makes me wonder if I greet my MSP children with such warmth and respect? Then Wendy came towards me with her arms out for a big hug. There is no way she could have known that I've been following her work since 2007ish... so hugging her neck was so special! <br />
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In an instant, she made me feel like we were old friends... and her only client in the world. Again, made me wonder if my clients would say the same about me and how I make them feel? We talked and talked and walked and walked to our location spots... And then the magic happened. We played. We laughed. We ran. And she took pictures of it all. <br />
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The weather was so odd... gray skies, 50 degrees and windy. Really windy. <br />
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The boys did great. We had so much fun. And she heaped a hundred compliments on my head about our little family as we walked back to the car. I felt beautiful and special and lucky to be alive. I felt inspired as a mother, inspired as an artist, and inspired as a woman. Most of all, I was struck at her spirit of kindness, sincerity, and generosity.... <br />
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My friends have asked if they "were all that you thought they would be?" I mean, I regard their work as some of the best in the business... and in my world, they set the bar for honest and thoughtful photography... perfectly imperfect. So that's a whole lotta pressure riding on a pair of people. But they were completely what I had hoped for and more. More warmth and more joy than I was prepared for. Which of course made me wonder if my clients leave our time together feeling joyful... like something magical just happened...??? <br />
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It was a beautiful moment for me... a dream come true. <br />
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Here are a few images from our session. I prefer being behind the camera... but it's a treat to have images of me with my handsome manlies. <br />
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See? <br />
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*all photos in this blog post are credited to Blue Lily Photography<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">can't wait to send some images to Spotted Moth, the boutique I got my dress from... such a sweet indie shop.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I *almost* didn't post this one... but when you mix a short dress and 4" heels into a family photoshoot, you may get a shot like this... precious, yet very very leggy. Needless to say, this won't be our "above the mantel shot." Lol</td></tr>
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<div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm so pleased with how the images turned out. I can't wait to order our large prints and Organic Bloom frames. :) I feel so lucky to have such special images of my little family taken by my photography mentor... i'm over.the.moon about the whole experience.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">And of course, it leaves me hoping that my mustard.seed clients feel the same way to some extent when they see my images of their lovies.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">It certainly inspires me to be the best for them. </span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">***Thank you, Marcus, for always listening and noticing the little things that make my world bright. Meeting Wendy and Tyler and having them document our little family the way that we love means so much to me. With you, I always feel nothing is out of reach for me... for us... for them. And that's credit to you and your heart and your never.failing efforts. I love you.</span> </span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll share a few more in my next post... :)</span></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">Peace, Love, and theBlueLillies...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">xo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size: small;">lmkw</span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-12465944214910079632011-05-20T12:45:00.000-07:002011-05-20T12:49:36.277-07:00He's Home!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think it's pretty... but it will be nice to get things cleaned up again. </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For the last 7ish weeks theHotness has been away on business. He would drive in on the weekends for a day before heading out again or in some crazy instances he'd drive from Texas after lunch straight to James' Tball game in the afternoon then head out again after to go back to work... nuts. But that's what you do for love. :) </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm so happy he's home. Our garage no longer has bags and bags of garbage waiting to go out. *His job. And I'm sure the neighbors will appreciate it when we mow our lawn again. *Again, his job :) </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It's a good day in our nest... James is getting out of school next week. YEA!!! Marcus is now back to working in BR. And I'm a'turnin 30. We've got lots to look forward to. <br />
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***Oh, and thanks Melissa for the blogging picture tips!!! I don't think I've gotten everything figured out... but the images are muuuuch better for starters. Thanks so much!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Peace, love, and green.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">xo</div>lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-89750247302250464302011-05-18T13:14:00.000-07:002011-05-18T16:52:56.918-07:00theDuckling Turns TWO!<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, it's time for a birthday post!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(I still haven't combined, edited, and spent sufficeint time with the pictures... there are thousands. BUT I will be posting a facebook album soon. Our photographer for the event did a marvelous job *no, not me* and I'm so very excited about sharing her work. If you don't see your precious bebe in this tiny snippette, be patient bc you'll have full access to the FB album... if, of course, you are my friend.)</span> <br />
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It was a beautiful day for a Picnic in NaNa's Garden. We had a beautiful afternoon eating and playing. I wanted the feel to be more like a old fashioned church social than a rushed, early morning, toddler birthday party... I wanted our guest to eat, lay on the picnic blankets with their bebies, enjoy our cake walk, and just mingle and relax and visit. From what I can tell, I think we did just that. ;)<br />
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Here is a small view of what Jackson's big day was like: <span style="font-size: x-small;">*click the images to make them larger... more colorful and less grainy. I need to find a new blog site... blogger is killing my images. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">theDuckling, theJacker, Brother, Jackson Briggs... our boy.joy. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was food... lots of fresh and tasty food! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were cute brothers with cute bunnies... 15 to be exact. *Bunnies, that is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did I mention... cute bunnies? 15 puffy tales... ? Yes? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cake table! 150 cupcakes to satisfy even the pickiest Cake Walk Winner! And jars of old fashioned candies... *All within kid reach... I wanted them to have whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted... And the parents humored me. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robin egg homemade sugar cookies... my very favorite treat. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coconut nests, swiss meringue rabbits... just to name a few homemade favorites!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Easter sugar cookies... my secret recipe. ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was the center of attention... He enjoyed his day! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were beautiful mommies and bebies getting to try sweets... *swoon*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were hay bales topped with the cutest and most well behaved children around! *be still my heart!!!*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was golden light and a lush green garden...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did I mention the bunnies? 30 ears, 15 twitchy noses? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were paper blooms strung from bean poles and tomato stakes...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was pure sunshine...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were the cutest compost bins around... </td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a beautiful day... full of beautiful people who mean so much to us. I can't believe our bebe is now two years old... He's a wonder. A joy. He's taught us so much in the past 24 months of him being in our nest... on this planet. We all adore him so much. Our little marvel... </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace, love, and spring.time. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">lmkw</div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-20027596023762123852011-05-17T22:14:00.000-07:002011-05-17T22:14:28.779-07:00Update from the Delta...Oh! I've missed blogging. <br />
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I've neglected this place... If truth be told, I'm considering a facebook break for the summer so I can get back to blogging again. I miss writing things all out to completion... with pictures. <br />
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This has been an amazing Spring season for us in our little nest. We celebrated Jackson's 2nd birthday in grand style. *That post will be next. :) We took a trip to meet my favorite photographers and be photographed as a family by them... it was what dreams are made of. *Another killer post in the making. Marcus worked most of the time in Texas while we stayed back for MSP and school... *with the silver lining of working on getting back to Texas permanently. We are ankle deep in details for big changes coming up soon... I'm dreaming big. And I feel like we are in a good place. So much to look forward to. <br />
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Now, let's talk about this rising Mississippi River! It's been crazy watching the flooding all over the country... and how it's all trickled down to our banks. We are a port city, so we've all been holding our breath as the waters rose and rose and rose... waiting on pins and needles to hear if/when the government would open the Morganza Spillway to relieve the swelling. And open they did... flooding the precious city and surrounding area just north of our little nest. Prayers goes out to those who lost beloved farmland and precious homes. <br />
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It's amazing how destructive water can be. We know that all too clearly down here in South Louisiana.<br />
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We depend on these waters... but we've been knocked to our knees when the waters rise or levees fail or oil washes in wave after wave. <br />
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I wanted to see with my own eyes how high the Mississippi was getting. So a friend and I packed up our bebies and a picnic dinner and spent the evening out on the levee this past Wednesday. <br />
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Picture evidence: (click to see the larger, better quality image)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend and our bebies overlooking the water... usually, the bank is around that furthest tree there in the background. This was last Wednesday. The water is STILL rising. We expect it to crest tomorrow some time. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is taken right off our LSU campus. The city skyline you see in the distance is downtown Baton Rouge where our capitol is. We are having seepage and sand boils on our college campus which is right over this levee. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These guys were fishing with grass shrimp as the waters were rising. This is a huge catfish... they were also taking off a river eel when I took this shot. I'm surprised they were catching them with the water rising like this. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunset on the river... beautiful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our bebies performing for us. We were giving them riddles about our state... Yes, to keep them from running wild, rolling into the flood waters, and getting swept away by the current. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Allie and James' Christmas card pic... :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And as the sun sank into the floodwater we loaded up and headed home. It was a beautiful sight. A beautifully destructive sight. </td></tr>
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I'll be back soon. I've got so much to tell you. <br />
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Until then,<br />
peace, love, and holding.tight.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-3173710323573734522011-03-24T13:49:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:21:27.127-07:00My Space<div style="text-align: center;">"Let there be space in your togetherness" </div><div style="text-align: center;">-Kahlil Gibran</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Being a woman, I can say that I have trouble managing space... in the terms of:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What is mine. </div><div style="text-align: left;">What is yours. </div><div style="text-align: left;">How to give to a marriage and still see the value in maintaining some individuality. </div><div style="text-align: left;">How to grow a bebe inside my body, allow my body to nurse that bebe into a thriving thing...</div><div style="text-align: left;">feed his mind,</div><div style="text-align: left;">teach Love, </div><div style="text-align: left;">show Love, </div><div style="text-align: left;">create and tirelessly enforce boundaries, facilitate imaginations and dreams </div><div style="text-align: left;">and harness internal motivation to reach as high as you'd like...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes I throw myself so deeply into these roles that I love so much, that I feel as if I'm dissolving slowly from the the toes up. Dissolving <strike>mostly</strike> in a mess.of.happy, mind you- but still losing definition that gives me shape. My husband loves the <em>me</em> of me... my boys run full force towards the <em>me</em> in me. They love my generous nature and my tending of them, <em>yes</em>--- but I know they wouldn't trade <em>me</em> in for the comfort I create. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So being last on my list of priorities, I sometimes lose sight on that age old saying that 'if momma ain't happy, no one is.' One example of this could me my love affair with mustard.seed.photography. Gosh. It slays me how much I love photography... raw, natural, sincere connections we have with the people who matter most in this world. The deepness, the richness, the magic. For me to capture that level of connection, I have to feel that level of connection with my work. I have to have enough of <em>me</em> to invest in each session/relationship/connection to walk away knowing I gave my very best during these magical moments to aptly capture them. It may seem odd, but it's my method. I don't know any other way to do things... nor do I want to explore other way. I'm true to myself and I will only produce work that lights me on fire. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All of this rambling to say, I've been overlooking the need for me to have my own space to process my work. <em>You weren't expecting that, were you?</em> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*This post is all about my office redo... I'm just not good at cutting to the chase of things!* </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before I realized it, mustard.seed.photography went from a little this.might.could.happen dream of mine to a full blown WAHM with a daily grind that has to be met. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Our family office is a little built in nook that sits between the garage and the boys rooms on one wing of the house. It's an efficient use of space! But because it's in a transitional area of the house, it generally houses cleats, fundraising chocolate orders for school, an abandoned dinosaur, a collection of mix.matched socks, <strike>endless.we.have.enough.to.decorate.a.large.sports.bar</strike> LSU memorabilia from Marcus' football glory days, those store receipts they always give you that you never need/use, and junk mail. For me to work at my best, I have to empty my cluttered desk, root around to find that scented candle I splurged on, grab my water, and start up my pandora, and hope to muster up enough Calm to allow a little inpiration to flow forth. It has been a soul.sucking routine that I face everytime I sit down to start up my post processing workflow. Between a full time MSP schedule and running my household, I started to resent having to spend so much time in that catch.all.energy.zapping space. Even the scented candle wasn't cutting it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I decided to define the ME in that area. Afterall, I'm the only one who really uses it... so I started to transform the family space into MY space. My MSP space. I needed a place I could be happy and inspired to be in... I gave myself permission to place this project above monogrammed easter basket liners, new spring wardrobes for the boys, playroom redos, etc. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm a thrifty momma... partly bc I have to be but mostly because I really love to be. My style generally is an eclectic mix of things I love. Mostly vintage and repurposed things accented with utilitarian and interesting new things. With that in mind, I splurged on a few necessary staples and used my eye for spectacular vintage to accent the rest. And lots of things were actually from other parts of the house that work best in this space... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is the some.what finished product... I've got a few details to fine tune, but otherwise it's a huge shift in the right direction for me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little work horse editing desk... I splurged on a honest.to.goodenss Office Chair. My little vintage favorite wasn't cutting the long hours logged in back here. I needed a chair designed for this kind of sitting. :) But I didn't want an ugly one... so I found this white leather and chrome version on Overstock.com. It had great reviews. So I jumped! The woodland wallpaper is left over from our bedroom. You can find it at Anthropology.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite wall! The fabric panels are vintage upholstery samples my sister found on one of her vintage romps around California. She sent them to me and I had them stretched for my old house... they work perfectly here. Yay! The grey industrial wall file is a vintage find on Ebay. It houses my release forms, photopapers, house stuff, and family coupon stuff. The stool is a vintage find from a prop hunt I took one day.. The calendar is from good ole HobLob. I snagged it with my 40% off coupon and painted the frame to suit me. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a fun concept and collection that I started last year and never finished. All the frames here are vintage and were bought anywhere from $1 -$5 each. I have a few special momentos displayed in them... and I'd like to grab some japanese masking tape to display my fugi mini instax pictures, etc. But for now, they are off of the floor and hung up! So it's a start!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm loving this rug from Crate and Barrel. It helps define the space and warm it up from the tile floor. This isn't a big space, so I love how it gives a wall.to.wall feel here in my little nook. Plus, the ombre colors are so amazing to me... shades of greens to mustard to blues and greys. Gracious. 5x8 of pure perfection! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few detail shots... love these little bird on a wire display clips. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">theHotness surprised me with the LoveNest print some time last year as well as the Vintage Mustard Seed Magic basal reader... as an English teacher and vintage lover, he figured it was an ace in the hold. *And he was right. ;) The planter was a vintage find from years and years ago... cute little green clovers around the top and cable knit ribbed details around the side. <3 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beautiful white glazed faux bois bowl... I've got a hefty collection of faux bois going that I'm pretty pleased with. This came from ZGalleries on a Houston Trip and use to be in my bedroom... found new life here! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this card. My sister Danyelle sent it to me when I was 15 I think? So that makes it, what? Nearly 15 years old itself. :) She always knows just what to say... I keep all of the cards and notes she's sent me through the years. This card says "I see the big picture. -God" and it's something I constantly need to be reminded of. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another print theHotness gifted me with... it's the French translation of my favorite mantra "Choose Joy." It amazes me how he listens to me and knows me well enough to find such amazing gifts... It needs to find it's permanent home. But for now, it's taped up in it's sleeve here. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beautiful task lamp in tumeric! I scouted out this beauty from West Elm... the cork tile hidden with little things I need to keep up with. James made me this heart for Valentines day... he wanted me to be able to look at it while I worked. He gets it from his daddy. ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of my vintage cameras from my little collection... my sister Danyelle sent it to me from another one of her around town vintage runs. My house is filled with the most perfect little treasures she's curated for me to have. <br />
Thanks D! The cup of clovers are straight out of my backyard... the boys keep it full for me. I die everytime they walk with their grubby hand outstretched to me with stubby yard flowers they've gathered up for me. I usually keep it within sight of my computer monitor, but for staging this shot, I set it up there. ;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my most precious pieces! It's my date book on top of a gorgeous vintage crochet throw. The colors slay me... aquas, turquoise, mustard, and camel brown. It's the most perfect weight and is ultra soft. One of my dearest friends bought it specifically for this space.... bc she knows I edit late at night with a blanket. It brings me so much joy!!! <br />
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</tbody></table>It's a small space to transform but it's made a huge impact on my WAHM outlook. It functions better than ever before and I truly enjoy spending time creating my art... even when it's well into the wee hours of the night. Now days, the scented candle is just a bonus- not a lifeline. ;) <br />
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Peace, love, and honest.to.goodness ergonomic office chairs,<br />
xo<br />
lmkw<br />
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</div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-85030828666261050462011-03-22T12:04:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:20:58.392-07:00You get a line. I'll get a pole, Honey....Last week James Neal had his first ever real school performance. We love his preschool and feel blessed to have the opportunity to provide the very best educational opportunity for him here in this little school district. I weighed so many factors when choosing his preschool... but at the end of the day, although this one seemed out of reach for me in many ways, I'm glad we chose to make this happen for him. He is truly thriving. <br />
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It's funny what he will and won't tell me about his school day. When he got home several weeks ago I almost eeked with excitement when I found the notice about the upcoming Spring Performance. <em>Can your child attend and provide the proper costume requirements?</em> Ummmm, yes and YES!!! <br />
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As the weeks led up to his performance, I would grill him about the songs and his involvement. Much to my dismay, there was very little elaboration on his part UNTIL he brought home his 'costume' requirements... He was selected to sing "Crawdad Hole," a little Cajun folk song. My grandparents use to sing it to me when I was a little girl. It's a fast little rhymy tune and my grandfather would slap his knee when he would sing it to us... or my grandmother would bounce us on her knee unless, of course, she was rocking us to sleep- then she would sway with deep sways back and forth while she sang it barely above a whisper. <br />
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Needless to say, it was one of the songs I've sung to the boys since they were infants swaddled in my arms. It's a local folk song, so it doesn't show up on lullaby CDs or other mass marketed 'for kids' song compilations... so when the music teacher introduced it to James' class he told me "momma! I couldn't believe it! It's my song! I couldn't help it, I just had to dance!" And I believe it! You'd dance along, too, if it were played for you. ;)<br />
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The program was precious! Our school has so many little ones and so much parental support, that they had to split the program into TWO performances! Isn't that funny? Two showings of a 4 year old program... I love it! The teachers were so brave to coral those bebies on and off risers as they performed their songs. To top it all off, the kids didn't sing to a musical track- but to live music... a guitar and piano accompaniment. Loved that! <br />
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Of course I brought my long lens and did my best to not be 'that mom' but still catch some memories through pictures. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a quick snap beside the car before we loaded up to get him to The Show! If this picture had sound, you'd hear Jax in the background yelling "pwess pway, daddy! Pwess Pway!" ordering us to get the DVD player on track... and me trying to logically explain to the 1yo how it's not worth turning on for the 2 minute drive to the school.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TheDuckling with his Nana before the big show! We were all so excited to see Bruver. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see him? The down side to having a just.made.5yo that's the average size of a second grader, they are always standing in the back or to the side of things... the little miniatures get front and center! lol</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The teachers are making their final adjustments. You can see James' nerves in this pic. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, be still my heart. HAND MOTIONS! 200 little arms and hands and 100 tiny voices... <br />
felt a little bit like what Heaven must be like. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite shot! This is when they sang the part "Honey, Baby Mine!!!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the record he has NO IDEA where I am... I jumped, waved, yelled and otherwise embarrassed myself to get his attention. This is just a lucky shot. You can tell they rehearsed their 'BIG SMILES' pose for the curtain call! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mad dash afterward for all the proud parents and grandparents to claim their bebies! A quick huddle with Nana and PawPaw for a snapshot! Jackson was proud of his bruver- but he was more hungry than proud at this moment.<br />
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After the big show, we treated James and the family to a big dinner out to the restaurant of James' choice... and we even stopped for ice cream sundaes after dinner. It was a late night for our crew- but one we won't forget. I can't believe we have a 5 year old of our own! From here on out it will be nothing but sports and school, I suppose! And to be honest, I couldn't be happier. :)<br />
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For those of you who weren't raised in on the levies, knee deep in run off water, slinging traps loaded with chicken necks over to the grass with cane poles, in cut off jeans dodging water moccasins, and fillin' muck buckets with crawfish for Easter Sunday dinner after church- Here is a video of the Crawdad Song sung by one of my favorite folk heros, Woody Guthrie... Enjoy!<br />
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I do believe that if James Walter was here today, he's be tickled at his great grandson's affection for a good honkytonk jukin'. <br />
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Peace, love, and that swing under that old oak tree.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-27663214839574232162011-03-21T14:02:00.000-07:002011-05-17T21:20:58.393-07:00on Fever and Friendship...Life lately has taken a crazy turn. My last entry relayed my excitement that we were sending the kids to MawMaw's and taking a few days to ourselves to do some spring cleaning and honeymooning. About 18 hours into our Best.Laid.Plan weekend, we got a frantic call from Grandmaw. She had taken the boys to the Houston Livestock Show and was in the petting zoo when our bebe Jackson collapsed and started seizing. When Marcus got the call minutes later, all we really knew was that paramedics were working over Jackson, he wasn't responding to outside stimuli, and they were getting him into the ambulance and taking him to Texas Children's Medical Hospital. Oh the panic. Marcus called me with the news, a shadow of himself... <br />
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It's crazy how things worked out. As scary as it was, in a literal instant- I had friends surround me with support. My friend Kellie had just gotten there with her grandmother to visit over ice.tea when I got the call. Our first reaction? Immediately lifting our voices and hearts up in prayer for my bebe... the doctors... our family. Then she immediately starting pulling down bags, and stuffing them full of all the things we would need to be away... and she didn't miss a detail. We needed <em>nothing</em> that she hadn't packed away for us. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trip usually takes about 5 hours... we made it just over 3.5? It was hard racing over during the day and watching the sun set on the day still being miles and miles away from our bebe boy. </td></tr>
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I had our friend and pediatrician give me a crash course in seizures over my cell phone as we raced out of town and towards our boy. She helped me trouble shoot what may be happening to Jackson now and how they were treating/assessing him. We were 5 hours away from our bebe. We had very little initial information of his condition or what caused the seizure. She was generous with her time and tenderness as she talked me through the scenarios and helped me outline a list of questions to ask once the doctor called us with their findings. She helped diffuse my frantic heart into something that could advocate for my child. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a cell phone pic Marcus' dad sent to us along our way... to show that our boy.joy was up and interacting. I love and hate this image all at the same time. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>My neighbor and dear friend sprang into action and started whipping up a meal.plan for when we returned home... luckily, we were home the next day. After a whirlwind of emotion, feeling road.weary, we tucked into <strike>several</strike> a bowl of homemade chicken and dumplings (my very favorite). It's worth noting that I had another bowl at midnight... after checking on Jackson in his crib... he was still breathing and fever free. We celebrated with a victory bowl and then crashed. Hard. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mississippi River Bridge- Finally returning home with our boy.joy in tact!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our beautiful bebe boy! We all needed a rest after this trip. </td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">It's the little things! Carla met us at home to see her boy.joy with her own two eyes... she brought 'happies' from her little nest to ours- balloons and Jax's favorite carla.treats, craisens. She found us a bit battered but happy... and she found Jackson 100% himself and running circles around the island and couch with his 'Loon following him from high behind. </div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It didn't take this guy too long to get back on his feet! He's singing 'Mysterious Ways' by U2 in this pic.<br />
Quite literally: 'isall wi, isssallll wiiii, is allll wiiiii! she moo in mysteria waaaay'</td></tr>
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</div>And that's not mentioning the seemingly hundreds of emails, messages, texts, and facebook comments from friends and clients who were surrounding me and my boys with prayer/love/support. For a five hour car ride rushing to get to your one year old who was seizing at a hospital- <em>yes</em>, a little notification expressing sincere thoughts and prayers from various friends and family... it matters! I really <em>really</em> does Make.A.Difference. It's a small way to spend your time and technology to touch a person and meet a need. I'm grateful for that relentless and resounding show of support!!! <br />
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To make a long story short, what was meant to be a low.key productive weekend became an emotional roller coaster/wake up call. Jackson is perfectly fine, thank God! He had a febrile seizure from a mystery fever he spiked. We aren't sure where the fever came from... or if more seizures are in his future. But we do know that in most cases, febrile seizures are harmless. SCARY, but <em>harmless</em>. We could have received bad news that weekend... but instead, we received a Silver Lining and a healthy dose of Perspective. <br />
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Since then, I've been working round.the.clock to get caught up with my MSP work that I missed while tending our little nest. It's hard! I am my own boss, secretary, artist, errand.runner, etc- and when I miss a few days running this little machine, things get all out of whack and require tremendous effort <strike>and long long hours</strike> to get things working smoothly again. And that same situation can be applied to our little nest, as well... the tending of our household. Good thing Adrenaline can take over after a scare like that! No matter how many candles I've been burning on how many ends, I can do it with Gratefulness in my heart and Joy on my lips! Amen!? ;)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A family Victory Breakfast at our favorite brunch spot. I love these boys and their cheese.faces.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>There are so many levels to this event, this story, that aren't covered in this blog post... maybe those are for another day. But for today I am grateful for the gift of Friendship. <br />
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The kinds of friends who seem to believe Love is a verb... an <em>action</em> word.... There is no doubt what is in their heart because it is self.evident in their actions. I'm turning 30 in a couple of months. And for the first time in my life, I am beginning to grasp the <em>meaning</em> of deeply rooted friendship. The only way I can describe it is the sensation you have when your lungs are burning, aching for air... nothing complicated, fancy, or needing interpretation. Just air. Just oxygen. Everything and Nothing is on your mind as you struggle for just one breath... and a Friend steps in to supply just one simple need... an in an instant, your lungs pull in Life. A deep cleansing, perspective.catching breath of Life. At a primal level... a motherhood level... that one action of kindness, of friendship becomes almost everything. It's simple. In a time of need, it's never as complicated as we try to make it. We just need a friend.... to meet a simple need. <br />
I'm so grateful that I have the kind of friends who Give. It's crazy humbling for me and my nature to be surrounded with support and people who will Do things for me. I'm more comfortable in that role... but every now and then, Life turns the table on you. And in an instant, you know exactly how important it is when people Give and meet a need... no matter how small. <br />
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This event has renewed many aspects of my life and the things I feel are important in The Grand Scheme... least of all my renewed devotion to be a Friend. A real giver. We all have heard: To have a friend, you must <em>be</em> a friend. <br />
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And when I look at what has separated people from "friends" to Friends in my life, they all have similar characteristics.... There are those that consistently Give of themselves (their time, their talents, their encouragement) and their are those that tend to Take (other's time, other's talents, other's encouragements). I do think that at any time, I can find myself on <em>eithe</em>r list... but I think it's not where you are at any <em>one moment</em> in time that defines your ability to be a real friend- rather where you spend <em>most</em> of your time. Most of all, I want to be a Giver. I want to confront my own insecurities and not let <em>myself</em> and those <em>insecurities</em> get in the way of being a Friend. When we limit ourselves, we limit our Joy. <br />
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and when you find these people... these Friends, <strong>take care of them.</strong> <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Let them know <em>who</em> they are and <em>what </em>they mean to you. They don't<em> know</em>. They don't <em>assume </em>that they matter to you. They need to hear it <em>now</em> and hear it <em>often</em>. <br />
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They may make it LOOK easy and effortless, but I can promise you this- their laundry piles up, too. Their days are long, too. They get cut off in traffic, passed over in carpool, and spit.up.on by their children, too. Their alarms go off to early in the morning, too. They look in the mirror after a long day and wonder who they really are, too. But often times, somehow, we don't notice they have similar needs...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've spent lots of time thinking about how be a better friend... and I think that's a good thing... a <em>beautiful </em>way to live... because when you think your world is falling a part in one.single.instant, it's nice to be able to check out for a spell to tend your nest, and fall back on your Support System that loves you too much to let you sink into the enormity of it all. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Peace, love, and Grace.and.Grit.that.comes.in.the.shape.of.GIRLFRIENDS. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">xo</div>lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-45911044230272498902011-03-02T11:25:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:14:41.042-08:00We dig Birthdays!One of the things that makes my kids crazy.happy is a good birthday. It's one of those things that we talk about daily- Who's next? They aren't specific to their own birthdays, but any one's in general- friend's, cousin's, etc etc. <br />
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But then again, I probably am the one who has created this birthday fever. I always try to bake a cake and host a dinner or something. So... it's what they know. <br />
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My mother just recently celebrated a birthday. I had her and dad over for a little dinner.party and cake. <br />
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I'm especially excited about what I gave my mom as a gift! *Hold your horses here... drum roll.... ... .... I ordered her a worm farm. Yes, like an ant farm- but BIGGER and with worms. My mother is an extremely gifted farmer... it's in her DNA. AND she is also an extremely gifted fisherwoman. If she's not gardening, she's fishing. So, this gift is the gift that keeps on giving in BOTH areas. Plus, we really like bugs and creepy.crawlies. Oh, we do. ;) Plus it's the only thing she really wanted this year. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this one. Jackson looks so much like my side of the family... plus his intentional smile makes ME smile.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">let the candle magic begin... to be that young again... and in awe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this outtake. Jax has no self control when it comes to birthdays, the birthday song, and flames. He. Must. Blow. Now. and. Blow. Often. Guess how many times we had to sing the song? <em>Guess</em> how many times James melted down when he didn't wait til the end of the song before he blew? He's very traditional, thour five year old. So, you get it, <em>right</em>?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it was for his own good... and ours, too. Lest James make us start all over AGAIN.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: left;">So that's it for now. I've got lots to share coming up... I'm over.hauling my mustard.seed officeSpace. A MUCH needed face lift from family catch.all to a focus friendly zone efficiently equipped for inspiration and hard work. :) I'll post that soonish. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And I'm in the throws of planning Jackson's Birthday Spectacular that's coming soon...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I've got new glasses... ones that aren't taped at the corner with blue painters tape. </div><div style="text-align: center;">*high.fives.all.around*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I've found a renewed peace with being a WAHM thanks to a few ladies who are in the trenches busting it with me. Which makes me feel like I may can keep this thing going... with the proper support... and perspective... and friends. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I'm officially staring 30 straight in the face... and I'm okay with it (today). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And we are embarking on a kid.free weekend this week... which is dedicated to <strike>honeymooning</strike> SpringCleaning our little nest. ;)</div><br />
Okay. I've got work to get out...<br />
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Peace, love, and real homemade buttercream.<br />
xo<br />
lmkw<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-33110564825741699022011-02-20T19:20:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:14:25.732-08:00Our little Love Fest... in our Love Nest.<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_b06hfV-jHMI5g22y2V9dY7y4EeNLUuy3Mp0PN-kcwRjsDRcdJLT3gj7QlxYxJ65YQ_eG_3WNygUnecA6z_LBMrbCGVAx3Gn5IYouf69FH1hFsp-UfS5ufDREjE0rd1EvqPOGJwUpeE/s1600/abebeAurora-04555+w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mKSz80WrjOgB-kZbO2HBSFEqcnzzXzPLpgMAx4iANl6flzn-zmWyWmBdLmqDNyO0eFQ38lXC47izqBslpbeT1ZvSRv28V8b4yR58Zizwy2Opsfu_X32BbivxPV8HAVvX_tDspSu9YnI/s1600/abebeAurora-04483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mKSz80WrjOgB-kZbO2HBSFEqcnzzXzPLpgMAx4iANl6flzn-zmWyWmBdLmqDNyO0eFQ38lXC47izqBslpbeT1ZvSRv28V8b4yR58Zizwy2Opsfu_X32BbivxPV8HAVvX_tDspSu9YnI/s400/abebeAurora-04483.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This may have been my favorite Valentine's day yet... which is a funny declaration considering we never left the house. But it's true. My favorite so far.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
Is it strange to say that we are still growing into our marriage? It has been 7 years... and 10 years together. Two kids later, and I still feel like we are reaching new levels as a couple. I love that. Even though I didn't buy into that whole 'ball and chain' idea back when we got married, I think I still subconsciously thought I'd have to give up certain elements of our relationship post matrimony. A little of the passion... a little of the fire. Maybe? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIJaIfpK_emIA2jf3f6cs5FawEnCtSn_H4kdp-p6OXeoHq83h6wQQUTWBLQVnmdP8nITHPJqnH-bvAXe5MPCxu6mk-xTOZfaZAPJR-FZdKJ7pW02qv1dRPMDpAZV6Q2upnfhyrycL1C4/s1600/abebeAurora-04565+w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIJaIfpK_emIA2jf3f6cs5FawEnCtSn_H4kdp-p6OXeoHq83h6wQQUTWBLQVnmdP8nITHPJqnH-bvAXe5MPCxu6mk-xTOZfaZAPJR-FZdKJ7pW02qv1dRPMDpAZV6Q2upnfhyrycL1C4/s400/abebeAurora-04565+w.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My tummy use to be flat and tight when we met... when we married. So pretty, in fact, that I thought it necessary to hang a little crystal stud from the top peak of my belly button. Silly girl. That same stomach expanded to accommodate a 9 lb bebe... then back again... only to expand again to hold another 8 pounder... then back again. That tummy is softer now. Sometimes, I wear tight camis underneath just to help soften the line where my jeans stop and my real body begins. My body has changed a bit in other areas, too. I gave life to two children, then my body nursed and sustained them as they grew strong and vigorous. Needless to say, I don't hang a crystal from my belly button anymore. I cringe at the idea that my shirt may not be long enough to cover my mid.section as I lean over to pick up Jax's socks that always seem to end up off his feet and on the floor. I'm softer, curvier, and I feel sexier now, too. Who would have thought? </div><br />
All of this to say, as I stare "Thirty" square in the face, I feel bettr in my own skin today, then I ever did as a 20 year old. And that's just plain weird. But it's true! And it's all because of these boys of mine... two little spectacular creatures that came from me and Marcus. They grew up with us, as we grew together. And it's because of my husband... who seems to see only me. His hands just as grabby and boyish as they have always been. And I love it. He's quick to pull me close to kiss and squeeze and whisper in my ear. The boys see it all the time... Love really does lives here in this little nest. And it's not short in the areas that I was sure we'd lose once the kids came along. We have a full measure of it <em>all</em>... and I still can't get enough of my man. <br />
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Valentine weekend I managed to have a full MSP schedule but I was able to whip up some sweets for my Sweets. I love to bake. The hours in the kitchen just fade away... I love being in the center of my home mixing and spooning and rolling things along while the boys play underfoot. It feels right to me. I love swatting theHotness away as he reaches in for finger.fulls of icing. I love him swarming about as I make my "Pretties" pile and my "Uglies" pile. He gladly eats up those that just don't make the cut. <br />
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It was an easy weekend full of cooking, gifting, pictures of our boys... time for us to celebrate everything we have together as a couple of kids who have a couple of kids.<br />
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Thank you for my goodies, Bay. Nothing in this world beats being yours. You notice. You remember. Your efforts are tireless. With you, nothing is out of reach... anything is possible. And that's the feeling I get to wake up to each morning.<br />
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And then there are our boys... our sweet<em> sweet</em> boys. In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I grabbed a few pictures of our little hunks. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">In a world where the grass always seems to be greener, I'm happy I've found my home here with these men. I love receiving their affections and tending them day in and day out. And if truth be told, I'd love a whole house full of Whitty men... *Marcus, are you listening? I do believe we shouldn't stop here... </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After 10 years of Valentine's Day with my valentine... I believe this one tops the charts. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace, love, and chocolate pie.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">lmkw</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-10108095407112524482011-02-16T10:37:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:10:07.341-08:00And Away They Go!!!A couple weekends ago my darling <strike>Carla</strike> Carley and her beau went to a local Mardi Gras Ball. They go every year but with a huge stroke of 2011 Luck, her mother was unable to keep their bebe girl for them over night. This is where I come in. I've been bonded to this bebe girl since she was just a bump on her momma's belly... I've watched her grow and our family collectively have fallen madly in love with her. Needless to say, we jumped at the chance to have a big slumber party with our girl so her parents could have a night away! <br />
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But before they went, Carley and I got to play dress up. I helped her with her hair and makeup... then snapped a few <strike>prom</strike> pictures before they left. It's not every day a SAHM gets to get all glitzed and glamed up... OR get to be the one to break out lavender eye shadow and play makeup artist. I enjoyed every bit! Carley looked lovely! By the time they left out, the sun had set... so I had to make due inside under artificial light. Here are a few pics of my girl and her handsome beau...<br />
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We had a fun slumber party that night, then we put all three bebies to bed and I made theHotness homemade oatmeal raisin cookies while we watched a show on the couch. It felt so good to have THREE bebies in our nest that night. And THREE bebies underfoot in the kitchen as we all rocked out to U2. And THREE bebies that morning to come jump into the bed for a snuggle. What can I say? Our nest is meant to hold a little more love... I'm certain of it. And speaking of Love, here are a few surprise Valentine pics I took of A for her momma and daddy. <br />
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*More Vday pics of our little Love.Nest.Celebration to come soon. Right now, I'm in the midst of A Sick House: Week 3. But we did our fair share of loving/celebrating... and nose.blowing. <br />
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peace, love, and a whole.lotta.pretty.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-48652692041857512422011-01-25T18:53:00.000-08:002011-01-25T19:30:03.070-08:00Let's ease up on the 'killing,' shall we?Hi, I'm Lindsey... the mother to two little boys. <i>Boys</i>. <br />
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I really can't speak of gender differences here with much authority. I mean, I have no daughter yet to compare them to- so bare with me as I shoot from the hip here. I <i>am</i> an early childhood/middle school teacher... so I have debated my fair share of theory on the topic... no matter though, I plan on totally winging this post. <br />
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(I'm tired.)<br />
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I love my boys. When they do things, they do them louder, harder, rougher, and messier than I do. I celebrate their gusto! Maybe that's just how boys roll. Don't get me wrong, I love it. They grip my cheeks when they kiss my lips. Loud audible smooches. No pecks. They like to squeeze me tight when they hug me. They love when I tell them how strong and handsome they are. I do love their enthusiasm and heft in loving me...<br />
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But gracious! Our little nest is <i>noisy</i>. And now they chase each other. Full.on.Chase... with pitter patter feet and high pitched squeals followed by the eventual smack, crash, boom. And the make believe! Everything is about SuperHeroes around here, lately. They tie towels, blankets, etc around their wastes and necks and legs and arms... layers of accessories and accoutrement. *I meant to make them both real capes for Christmas. Sparkly ones made from satin. There is still Easter, right? I've got to make that happen in order to bypass James' penchant for rigging belts around his arms, legs, and neck, oh my! <br />
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I remind them to slow down. I ask them to use their Inside Voices. I fuss and tell them to stop playing rough! I've learned just to gear up for the bumped heads and tears for when someone crosses the line plays too hard. But for the most part, I've learned to stay out of it. Let them play. Within reason, let them just do their brotherly thing. Oh, but it's hard! Especially when James and Jax in broken, toddler/preschool talk start ad libbing as they go: <br />
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"Aye! You killing me dead!"<br />
"Oh, Bubba you deading me!"<br />
"I dying you, Bad Guy!"<br />
"You deading! I save da day!"<br />
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Call me crazy, but we don't do play guns, knives, swords, etc... not yet anyway. When I was little we had holsters and cap guns- true <i>toy</i> guns. Now, toy stores have suped up assault rifles and tricked out killing machines- so yeah, we don't play 'gangster.' Annnnd we don't do violent 'kid' movies... again, not yet. I'm protective of what they see with their little eyes. I can't stand the argument that 'boys will be boys' therefore parents choose not to censor what they overhear or see on TV. James was nearly 10lbs at birth. And when your 4 year old is the size of the average <i>second</i> grader, you get a little protective of managing 'aggressive' play behaviors. Invision a 'bull in a china cabinet.' So I tend to redirect those kinds of behavior to other physical forms of activity... sports, running, jumping. etc. Makes playdates with <strike>tiny.miniature.fragile kids</strike> average sized children a little less stressful for this mom <strike>of Gigantoids</strike>. <br />
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However, no matter what I've done, we do a lot of super hero play... and 'deading' and 'kills you' and 'dying me.' <br />
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It does freak me out a little. As I stir dinner, holding my breath waiting for someone to burst out in tears, needing me to lift with my knees <strike>not my back </strike>to gather their big bones up in my arms for kisses, I pray a fairly simple prayer:<br />
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<i>Dear God, please don't let them grow up to be killers. Please let them learn English. And please don't let them knock their teeth out today, or anything that would require me to go to the Emergency Room. I haven't bathed today and I'm out of matching socks. Momma really just wants to ride this one out, Lord. And thank you for making both children equally huge and physically hardy... that way when they go at it, they won't break each other to pieces.</i> <br />
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See what I mean? :)<br />
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Peace, Love, and damsels in distress.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-67578005214964416332011-01-17T19:16:00.000-08:002011-01-25T19:30:30.634-08:00A beautiful Martin Luther King, Jr. Day!It's no secret that I love Martin Luther King, Jr. <br />
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I think MLK Day rocks... I always have. <br />
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Growing up in the public school system, I learned all about his life and his impact on <i>my</i> life. Where I live, so much controversy surrounds whether or not we should celebrate his life... and I just don't get it. <br />
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Why not? <br />
Is it that I live in the Deep South? <br />
Is it a black/white issue? <br />
Are we really <i>still</i> there? <br />
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Why do people make sarcastic comments about the fact we dedicate a day to reflect on his life? And then they throw out poorly thought through rhetoric along the lines of- ' yeah, well, why don't we have a day for <i>this</i> guy or <i>that</i> guy? Isn't that racist? etc. etc"<br />
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Logic fail. <b>100% of the time.</b><br />
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For a man such as he, in a time such as that... to stand up for Love and Freedom and Justice... saying tough things to us all... asking us to reflect on our own human nature? I don't know. But to me it's important. It makes sense. And I'm grateful that he had a place in my education growing up. I'm a better person because of this guy, and the teachers along the way who felt it important to stress his role in American history and humanity. The teachers that at a young age, challenged me to decide what kind of person I would be... The person who Loved? Or the person who Hated? And at what cost would I stand up for love. <i>*Thank you, Mrs. Dee Course at Bellingrath Hills Elementary School, for investing in my little life and planting a seed in me. <br />
</i>As a young woman, raising two boys... the adoptive mother to our future daughter who will be Ethiopian, Dr. King's words, writings and speeches inspire me, convict me, and force me to reflect in a real way on how to best bring up my children in the world. <br />
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Today I talked more to James about Dr. King and why we celebrate his life. We looked through pictures and listened to his 'I Have a Dream' speech. James prefers the pictures where he is speaking out to a crowd. He told me he is going to talk like that one day... and that people will listen to him talk about Love and God. Oh, and when James talks about things like that I get all weepy. He's such a tender kid... and God gave him to me! It's cool to have a kid who is tender about things that I am tender about... that he's open to the things we learn together. <br />
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I hope he does speak that way one day. Whether it is to a crowd of a thousand or just to a crowd of three. Standing up for Love and Justice is everything a mother could want her child to do. <br />
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It's my job to impress on my children the importance of defining what you believe in and having the courage to stand up for those beliefs even when it's not popular. And of course, the first step in teaching our children that virtue, is to walk it out in front of them <i>consistently</i> as we navigate this life. And that's not easy... it never will be. <br />
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So, I'm glad we set aside one day a year to recommit ourselves to the dream that Dr. King spoke of... A day to renew our commitment to our children, our community, and our world. It's a beautiful way to live. <br />
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“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” -Dr. King<br />
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Peace, Love, and Visionaries,<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-59210507676192771912011-01-14T15:27:00.000-08:002011-01-14T15:40:31.730-08:00mustard.seed.photography Facebook Fan Page!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UX8uYuodS8xtdGTgqThiTmS1nWlcOamXTe5kD6-5wK5_L3aSOd6lE33rsVu-4EMhrJrdSigQyE_4WBkmmhTh7HTC6vCVqPfnt6SIeimmLwe9WxUebPE3__2Ez3s7c084hhj-4C-Fe58/s1600/aDSC05415+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UX8uYuodS8xtdGTgqThiTmS1nWlcOamXTe5kD6-5wK5_L3aSOd6lE33rsVu-4EMhrJrdSigQyE_4WBkmmhTh7HTC6vCVqPfnt6SIeimmLwe9WxUebPE3__2Ez3s7c084hhj-4C-Fe58/s400/aDSC05415+web.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Natural light photography is a wonderful thing! Thanks so much for following my progress on this little mustard.seed Journey of mine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Peace, love, and Sunlight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">lmkw</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-41208473582506343202011-01-10T10:30:00.000-08:002011-01-10T17:25:30.600-08:00BLUE LILY and the best husband on PlanetEarth.So I needed a few days to let the news <strike>wear off</strike> sink in... Just talking about it out loud makes me <strike>queasy</strike> have butterflies in my tummy... <br />
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We are officially a<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://bluelily.squarespace.com/"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Blue Lily</span> </a>client. <br />
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<em>*gasp*</em><br />
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You can see their iconic work<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> </span><a href="http://nieniedialogues.com/"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><strong>(here)</strong></span></a> and<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span><a href="http://damomma.com/2011/01/06/art-eyeballs-and-the-boots-our-blue-lily-athenaeum-photo-shoot"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>(here)</strong></span></a> and <a href="http://bluelily.squarespace.com/blue-lily-blog/2008/7/22/nienie-and-the-orchard.html"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"><strong>(here).</strong></span></a><br />
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You simply must click on the links to see what all the fuss is about!<br />
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I have followed their work pretty much daily for 5+ years... they are on my short list of favorite photographers ever.EVER. To me, their work represents the very best of what portrait photographers can achieve... I see their soul in the images they take. I have an emotional reaction to their work. Tyler and Wendy serve as endless inspiration to me and my little mustard.seed mission. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The husband and wife team travel all over the world shooting portraits... and in perfect theHotness.fashion, as soon as their 2010 dates were released, he snagged us up a spot. We will have to travel to meet them- but that's part of the fun! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm so excited. I have great pictures of the boys... but we always look like single parents in our memories- bc one of US has to man the camera. I may die when I see us ALL in one frame (or 30). Plus, the idea to meet this inspiring couple makes me crazy excited. I get to actually SEE them do what they do best... while working with US. It's hard for me to wrap my brain around it all. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm so nervous and intimidated. What will we wear? Will I be a giggly mess? Can I keep my composure? Will the boys participate well? Oh, gosh, will I compulsively ask for them to sign my camera, my bag, my face? Ugh... then my stomach goes nuts and I have to take a break from this train.of.thought. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm so excited. I'm so grateful and thankful to theHotness for making note of all the little things that mean something to me. He is always so generous... and I know that that kind of generosity comes from his strategic planning and gut.busting hard work. There are so many things being done behind the scenes to give me the life I have... and he manages it and balances it all so effortlessly. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*But I know it takes effort. Lots of effort. - thanks Bay.* </span></i>So, stay tuned as we await our shoot. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, I must change the subject, lest my stomach gets the best of me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peace, love, and Mentors,</div><div style="text-align: left;">xo</div><div style="text-align: left;">lmkw</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*i had to add a photo in... but please note, it's their image! </div>LindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-59333822893420825632011-01-09T15:11:00.000-08:002011-01-09T15:15:33.994-08:00Our little Christmas... in Pictures.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0VcSljXO5LiYcfy9YBO_igrFl1qX3m2L3HVFCNRgpqQ8VajlPWV7MdfEuk8T2x50PwomKzK6v4kH2UHMQGlpz-0jt8Ab6JwQfNsXOX9yF_IuXJAvpfasm9vypBQh-qbyYLm7_yXkIq0/s1600/aDSC06513+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0VcSljXO5LiYcfy9YBO_igrFl1qX3m2L3HVFCNRgpqQ8VajlPWV7MdfEuk8T2x50PwomKzK6v4kH2UHMQGlpz-0jt8Ab6JwQfNsXOX9yF_IuXJAvpfasm9vypBQh-qbyYLm7_yXkIq0/s400/aDSC06513+copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzRaLL6_yFBoyxaU0vWlhC8hiD5QvBjvKbYGY5BOdtiEVqtdj0aITCHCsl6NyOijQdC8e4YRoecmpo0YJZkmdwhrDYt49TbbsGW_H3OOU0jzKzVLn9E52t0YOsOJhfFxp5FWIkJ8wDXY/s1600/BW+Essence+2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzRaLL6_yFBoyxaU0vWlhC8hiD5QvBjvKbYGY5BOdtiEVqtdj0aITCHCsl6NyOijQdC8e4YRoecmpo0YJZkmdwhrDYt49TbbsGW_H3OOU0jzKzVLn9E52t0YOsOJhfFxp5FWIkJ8wDXY/s400/BW+Essence+2+copy.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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It was a good holiday season... we have so much to be thankful for. Most importantly, those two boyJoys of ours. They make pretty much everything merry and bright. Plus, at the end of the day with them, we fall into bed completely wiped out... then have dreams of more bebies. It's a vicious cycle. :)<br />
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Peace, love, and Christmas.<br />
xo<br />
lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-33297504344248731182011-01-06T11:55:00.000-08:002011-01-06T11:55:50.689-08:00To be Five...Dear boy.of.mine,<br />
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You've reached the mark you've been waiting for... Five Years Old. I'm so happy that you are happy. For the first time in your life, you outlined exactly what kind of fanfare you felt fit this big milestone. I did everything in my control to secure all the details of the day that you wanted... not because you are demanding or hard to please- but because you are the kind of child that a mother wants to indulge. There isn't an ugly bone in your body- or more importantly, your spirit. <br />
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It's spectacular to watch you grow... and I have noted every detail of this growth since you were just a flutter deep within my womb. I marvel in who you are. I'm astonished at who God has created you to be. There was a time, not too long ago, that your dad and I could evaluate everything about you... your nature, your eyes, your smile, your predispositions... we could label them quite clearly into two categories: theMe in you, and theHim in you. But now we can clearly see that there is more to you than <i>Us</i>. And thank goodness for it! You are so much more than we could have ever imagined. You are intricate, marvelous, and sincere. <br />
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I love you for where you have brought me. I love where you take me. I love the journey I've found in being your mother. I love the hope that exist every morning I wake up to find you in our nest. Watching you grow is fantastic and devastating and beautiful... I'm so grateful you share this space with us. <br />
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always and forever.ever,<br />
momma<br />
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In that instant that I opened my eyes, I realize that I had an amazing dream... a beautiful dream. I saw our daughter's face... her big brown eyes, her curled lashes, her soft dreamy hair. In my dream, I was focused on telling her to wait for us, that we were coming... and to not be afraid. I held her tight and kissed her a million times and I was overcome with emotion. She wasn't scared and she acted like she new me and loved me and felt safe with me. It was the warmest, brightest feeling ever. I told her about her brothers and how silly they were and how devoted they will be when she comes home. I told her about Jax's easy laugh and James' tender heart. I told her about her daddy... that he was calm and strong and good. I wrapped my arms around her and told her that her daddy's hug felt one.hundred.times better... and that with him around, nothing would ever hurt her. Ever. I told her that he makes our dreams come true and will make hers too. <br /><br />In my dream, I started to feel the haste that our time together was nearly over. I took her tiny hand... all five fingers and I spread them out over my hand. I held it to my heart and told her about <em>me</em>. I told her that nothing would stop me from getting to her. I told her that I'm not a perfect person... or perfect mother... but I've never been scared of Effort or a Challenge or Hard Work. I told her that if she would trust me, I would devote the rest of my life to raising her up in Love and in Truth. I looked into her brown eyes above her button nose and told her that her dreams would be my dreams and heart would be my heart. I told her that I promise to respect her heritage and the woman that gave the ultimate sacrifice to place her into our nest. I promised to come back and DO something to keep these children safe, these woman safe. I promised to be honest with her... to not raise her separate or apart from her culture... I promised to try with all my heart to raise her as best I can. I asked her to <em>trust</em> me. To <em>wait</em> for me. <br /><br />Then a beautiful lady dressed in a beautiful, simple gown came and took her from me. I crumbled. Not in fear... I had great peace. I crumbled at the physical separation and reality that we have a long road ahead of us. I love her so much. I'm bonded to a child I've never met or seen. But this dream was a gift to me. <br /><br />My friend posted this today on her FB page. It spoke to my heart.<br /><br />"Abraham never wavered in believing God's promise... He was fully convinced that God is able to do whatever he promises." Romans 4:20-21<br /><br />I am fully convinced that God has promised this for our family... for this little girl. In this promise comes great emotion. For this child to be promised to us, she will have to come into this world amid great strife and struggle. She will have to be loved, nurtured, and given up by her birth mother... not because she was ever unwanted... but because of extreme poverty... because of lack of resources and development- things that shouldn't exist in our world. Things that can and should and <strong>will</strong> be changed. I'm so little. So very very small. But inside me lives a Mighty.Force. And I know that my heart is His heart... and that paired with a little Boldness, is all we really need. In my dream, I pledged myself to this child to do everything in my power to bring about a change in this orphan crisis in Ethiopia and around the world... <br /><br />And in that promise, I will not waiver. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIKUYqvdTkN3XvwvwnhAgCz_LpJAdQSu4LpiNCB550sQJOP4Rm9iKzalooVbGUTTrF3b1_sIBm19eCuvUReL4u1Ib_dPhWVo8QFzh-eGJap3UhWDbtqSnilmnt1jk5w42J0RqFOrrHz4/s1600/aaDSC06714+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIKUYqvdTkN3XvwvwnhAgCz_LpJAdQSu4LpiNCB550sQJOP4Rm9iKzalooVbGUTTrF3b1_sIBm19eCuvUReL4u1Ib_dPhWVo8QFzh-eGJap3UhWDbtqSnilmnt1jk5w42J0RqFOrrHz4/s400/aaDSC06714+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558806058225892770" /></a><br /><br />peace, love, and Promises. <br />xo<br />lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-34443494251300275262011-01-04T12:35:00.000-08:002011-01-05T11:18:33.706-08:00Happy NewYear: The beginning of a journey...Hi friends!<br /><br />Today is the first day 'back.to.normal.' You see, 4 days ago we started a new year... Year 2011... the year We've Been Waiting For!!! I've been waiting for this moment for more than a year... remember way back to November of 2009? Feels like forever ago.<br /><br />This year marks a <em>big</em> step in our little family. As anticipated, we are growing our family! We will be adding to our little nest through the miracle of adoption. The anatomy of our family will be forever changed and we could not be happier! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRluFSh9zBzBcUBMt7_gL7parDId3oP1ln7cn6Naj5r9tSJcRflJv0VuOpiyxE8d0uxt-OcHU2NR4-6HWWOR26Gqt9cpxelqeE0COQ7q2FdU4D9DKNcCvAnXjaxCQqpaU9-nSq8UANI/s1600/il_570xN_147529629.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iRluFSh9zBzBcUBMt7_gL7parDId3oP1ln7cn6Naj5r9tSJcRflJv0VuOpiyxE8d0uxt-OcHU2NR4-6HWWOR26Gqt9cpxelqeE0COQ7q2FdU4D9DKNcCvAnXjaxCQqpaU9-nSq8UANI/s400/il_570xN_147529629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558466553190620898" /></a><br /><br />All the way across the world there is a little girl... we don't know who she is. We don't know her face, her age, or anything about her at all... other than the fact that circumstances will bring us together as a family. All we can do is trust God to make our paths meet. All we can do is to take one step forward, in faith, trusting that eventually we will find our feet on African soil making their way to ourGirl. <br /><br />The specifics? <br /><br />We have filed for adoption of a bebe-2yo little girl in Ethiopia... Our agency is Illien Adoptions International. We expect this process to take anywhere from 12 to 18 months. Yes, it will be expensive. Yes, it will be an emotional trial. Yes, there are many many unknowns out there that have/have yet/and will present themselves to us on this journey--- BUT we feel without a shadow of a doubt, that our family is meant to reach out into this world and bring an orphan home. In adoption (or even pregnancy) we can't control <em>everything</em>... at some point you have to let go of the illusion of control and step out in Faith, trusting God's will in our lives. We trust that our Heavenly Father will meet us there and carry <em>us</em> to <em>her</em> and <em>her</em> to <em>us</em>. He will make a way for us both.... It's an unlikely story of Love. But 'unlikely' is our God's specialty. So we look forward down this path with eyes lifted! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMt6gRJMZQOP73DE4kHMbGeLEXsb2uzgOcFBXdTL1bemawXCgB2EqGqRs5jxlyvr-y3ehW_0k9YPRdDwNPU_xnW3-pXgq2deDH20CTgq4M82b2c3nz16nVKYha6ugCnhZRB9270Uatxc/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMt6gRJMZQOP73DE4kHMbGeLEXsb2uzgOcFBXdTL1bemawXCgB2EqGqRs5jxlyvr-y3ehW_0k9YPRdDwNPU_xnW3-pXgq2deDH20CTgq4M82b2c3nz16nVKYha6ugCnhZRB9270Uatxc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558569483221996354" /></a><br />This image is taken from <a href="http://www.illienadoptions.org/ethiopia_adoption.html">our agency's site</a>... they have amazing images there. :)<br /><br />So basically I'm staring this year in the face and wondering about many things: <br /><br />Will we be moving this year? Will we move back to Texas? Will it be (crossing our fingers) overseas? Will we be parents of three by 2012? Will the adoptions be short and easy? Long and difficult? Are we sticking around in BatonRouge for another year or three? What will me turning 30 feel like? Should I let mustard.seed.photography grow with wild abandon adding more photographers, editors, and a studio space? Should I keep it small and neat and maintain my position as a niche indie.photographer? Will I feel this new bebe sleep on my chest... feeling her hot little breath on my neck? Or is that further away? Will the boys become world travelers this year with hours packed away on airplanes... walking the streets of new places, learning new customs, making new friends?<br /><br />At this point, <em>Jan. 4th, 2011</em>- I have no idea of the answers. And my personality lends itself to being a little impatient... wanting to control mostly everything. BUT when I look over my list of uncertainties, it's obvious that no matter how these questions are answered, we are living an abundantly blessed life. I'm not sure what the Big Picture of 2011 will be... but I'm completely certain that God will be there in the details, hand tailoring exactly what we need. Today I am at peace! And I'm hoping that tomorrow I will wake up with the same peace... but if not, I'll choose to center myself around the things in my life that are unchanging. <br /><br />Good things are on the horizon! I don't want to miss today by waiting on tomorrow... So YOU! 2011? Don't even try to come at me all loomy and up.in.the.air! That may would have worked in 2010 or something- but <strong>not</strong> now, <em>Sucker</em>. Dude, I'm almost THIRTY- which means I've got this thing.<br /><br />In the meantime, I plan on choosing joy everyday and wait for all these questions to reveal their answers. But between you and me? <em>I'd like to be overseas, with a bebe, that comes to us rather quickly and painlessly, with happy/healthy/growing boys experiencing a different culture... annnnnnd i'd like to find myself in a moment where I'm walking down a market street, with my bebeGirl wrapped around me, sleeping soundly, the top of her head smelling like Heaven. My boys holding my hands walking beside me taking in all that they see... with Marcus' keeping us all safe in his stride. </em> It certainly would take many minor.miracles to piece this little dream together <em>this</em> year- but it is certainly possible. SO I'll think on it while I fold clothes and tend my men. :)<br /><br />For now, we will be focusing on some up coming job news, our home study, some exciting fund.raising opportunities, James' spring Pre.School semester, and a very full winter/spring mustard.seed schedule!<br /><br />To keep my heart busy, I'm on a quest to find some amazing Africa/Ethiopia/Adoption art prints/jewelry. I'm currently obsessed with filling our nest with it's image. Because after all, this country (and more specifically a Community, a Family, a Woman) will give us the most Precious Resource it has... and I want to be reminded of this everyday. :) So let me know if you have a favorite resource! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2Zv3LAVvfuxW4eSbOF8EpouaRZPnQZR44SPIuBnNNeDKuaowsE7iE5O1v-n3DPiylgU9EUJTDBJG6pR1t1HKzytc8uttfc7VU-kPB447yxy3PNtJuZ2v7408T-_v4htFqEnDkQn0OQY/s1600/Mo%2527s_Day_09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2Zv3LAVvfuxW4eSbOF8EpouaRZPnQZR44SPIuBnNNeDKuaowsE7iE5O1v-n3DPiylgU9EUJTDBJG6pR1t1HKzytc8uttfc7VU-kPB447yxy3PNtJuZ2v7408T-_v4htFqEnDkQn0OQY/s400/Mo%2527s_Day_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558569488993638210" /></a><br />source <a href="http://www.babydorr.com/">here!</a> *This was made by an expectant dad to his wife as they awaited the arrival of their sweet son... It makes me cry when I see it. It's amazing. Annnnnd I think I'd die if I could have my own print... <br /><br />***And it can't go without saying, THANK YOU to all that have followed my story, my work, and my little family... Your encouragement has gone a long way and I'm grateful for your time and sentiments. Please keep up with this journey! We will need the company!! ;)<br /><br />peace, love, and notarized paperwork trails. <br />xo<br />lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-81356364786972153742010-12-10T06:28:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:30:46.067-08:00Hello, Rest and Relaxation... and Reflection.Hi friends,<br /><br />It's 8:30 am. <br /><br />I woke around 7am when theHotness kissed me goodbye on his way out the door to work. I love the way he smells of soap, toothpaste, and cologne when he leaves out to face this big.bad.world for us. I laid in bed for a while longer watching the light reflecting off the lake dance on my bedroom ceiling... how does it dooo that? Then I rolled out of bed, grabbed my red rove- you remember the one? The one James insisted I have last Christmas and promptly told me about once they came in from shopping? <br /><br />I walked through my house... the warm cypress woodwork, the fresh grey walls, the cold tile leading down the hall to James' room. I crept up to the top bunk and started kissing and smelling his head. He is all knees and elbows but his cheeks are still chubby. His fat cherub lips still pout when he sleeps. I nuzzled him until he finally woke to shrug me off. "Momma? Daddy never does that,' he says to me in his brand new morning voice. "I know, Love." <br /><br />"Why you <em>do</em> that?" he asks sort of annoyed. I sigh, trying to pick out the best reason for loving my children to death... I couldn't settle on one good reason, so I launched into something like: it's because you grew inside my belly for 9 months. It's because I lost all reason when you were born healthy and placed into my arms. It's because you are my proof that God is faithful and full of grace. It's because I watched your pensive face melt into your first smile. I felt the knobby ridge of your first tooth peek through your gummy smile that day in the bath tub. Your first step. The day you found my lipstick. The way you'd lick the top of your daddy's head when you were on his shoulders. The way you'd belly.laugh in your sling when I'd smash garlic when cooking your dinner... I watched you leave me to take your first bus ride. I held my breath as you finally returned to me that afternoon... All of <em>this</em>. <em>All</em> of these things. And all the things that will ever happen from here on out with you. It's <em>endless</em>. That's why.<br /><br />By this point, we were thick into the decision of what to wear for Free Dress Day. I had several well coordinated outfits laid out for scrutiny. Naturally, none made the cut. As usual, he wanted to wear his T.Ball sliding pants and one of his football or soccer jerseys. All of which are too small for him to leave the house and go out in public. *James has grown 7 inches in the past 2.5 months. <em>Yes, seriously.</em> James, you don't know this, but you have 3 NFL authentic jerseys and a professional soccer jersey coming your way for Christmas. With these gifts I fully understand that I'll <em>never</em> get you to wear anything else ever again... I'm sure you'll be on a strict 4 outfit rotation for the rest of your life. But at least I will have the satisfaction that you will be wearing clothes that FIT. All of this in hopes to avoid the next teary FreeDress morning when I have to explain again why you can't wear your France soccer jersey to school. (Carmen, remember that jersey?) You've worn it weekly then daily since you were TWO. It has seen a good run, Dearest.<br /><br />Then after 5 more minutes of prep time, he was running out the door to catch the bus. Book sack bobbing up and down as he jogged down the driveway, across the street, then a quick pause as he gave his bus driver a High.Five. <br /><br />The past two days I've been sadish. I'm coming off an incredibly successful and busy mustard.seed.photography year. There was no way I could expect the overwhelming response to my work. It's been amazing and I've grown so much professionally and personally. <em>I'm 100% grateful for it all!</em> But I'm a touch tired. I'm anxious to pause MSP work so I can recoup some much needed family time. I still have some lingering work... but for the most part, I won't be producing new work until January. I'm anxious to refocus on my family and this season. Just a mini.holiday respite.<br /><br />Which brings me to the fact that each year that passes, my boys get a year older. James will be FIVE years old in 19 days. <br /><br />Maybe because he was my first... or the fact that I had a high.risk pregnancy... or because he followed a miscarriage... or because he was born at the most nostalgic time of the year... I <em>always</em> get emotional around his birthday. It's not a marked 'sadness' but it is an overwhelming sense of gratefulness. <br /><br /><br />My life changed the day he was born. I became <em>myself</em> when he was born. Then I think about where Marcus and I were when we became parents. Our love. Our hopes. Our finances or lack of. It makes me swell up inside. God gifted US with James... and our lives have never been the same. Everyday is filled with an unconditional, tangible Love that we never could have expected. And that Love became Jackson... and will become our daughter as we make our way to her. As a woman, nothing has ever compared to the Purpose I feel tending my nest and my bitties. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrj5M1cXJpchyqL1eb85G_tDfOzQjmv_vITuHhoKA4cr7vP-iQVkV0kJW6UhpTcncyUp4IFxCPWM8KGXCF_16fwh2wTzeu5SFwyk59qxSlbrarXkb4S6p6l8WvjgIeb2dnaJrWSuMWpA/s1600/aDSC03525+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrj5M1cXJpchyqL1eb85G_tDfOzQjmv_vITuHhoKA4cr7vP-iQVkV0kJW6UhpTcncyUp4IFxCPWM8KGXCF_16fwh2wTzeu5SFwyk59qxSlbrarXkb4S6p6l8WvjgIeb2dnaJrWSuMWpA/s400/aDSC03525+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549085607576905330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnnIR8C4Mb3-4z32jH1-qu5cS3VTrdJ0r8qTclRkxUdLhi97xhP5f_2kpeBVMv30uxwIu0Y-qc1-jjbiiNuJYcR7AAu3ZQVUbtg2K_3_Cfa1H4pL_OIkdj82B6oKWnPVUBWHIUN9UTL8/s1600/aDSC03558+wm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnnIR8C4Mb3-4z32jH1-qu5cS3VTrdJ0r8qTclRkxUdLhi97xhP5f_2kpeBVMv30uxwIu0Y-qc1-jjbiiNuJYcR7AAu3ZQVUbtg2K_3_Cfa1H4pL_OIkdj82B6oKWnPVUBWHIUN9UTL8/s400/aDSC03558+wm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549084791344449602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3K8t1VXYmrTdOE3JQU6b1BPK05_LxUEHzumkcK-VxFkAV0rl1fURc-TYYIQuu_JDAvFpebYTU7vzF4D4ycG2S0YW3iyv843gjZpiQcom9GYREoxGJMX4SkCucEQHHyj67n8GQCQxVz4/s1600/aDSC03536+web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3K8t1VXYmrTdOE3JQU6b1BPK05_LxUEHzumkcK-VxFkAV0rl1fURc-TYYIQuu_JDAvFpebYTU7vzF4D4ycG2S0YW3iyv843gjZpiQcom9GYREoxGJMX4SkCucEQHHyj67n8GQCQxVz4/s400/aDSC03536+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549085611556478194" /></a><br /><br />And when I reflect on this transformation and the Hope that I feel moving forward raising up these boys... I am undone. For a spell. A day or<em> two</em>. <br /><br />I'm hoping a weekend steeped in family festivities with my three boys will help my aching heart. <br /><br />Peace, love, and gingerbread.<br />xo<br />lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4162026344705416950.post-44073946442496637092010-10-13T10:24:00.000-07:002010-10-13T11:16:42.785-07:00Things I shouldn't forget...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnOLLi_SYDOLF2_CDPxQZPej11edUVt-z0r1ALC5fk4BpysqmqwqrX43uodcWL106qMMcda-onF49wmLLPpQFnK1ysmyCD5NScNrIO69HWhKRjwxfvdT3bMKBwTx0a9bsCzpGpppEJsw/s1600/aIMG_2140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnOLLi_SYDOLF2_CDPxQZPej11edUVt-z0r1ALC5fk4BpysqmqwqrX43uodcWL106qMMcda-onF49wmLLPpQFnK1ysmyCD5NScNrIO69HWhKRjwxfvdT3bMKBwTx0a9bsCzpGpppEJsw/s400/aIMG_2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527594859046390546" /></a><br /><br />My moonshine.<br />My beaux jack.<br />My moon.eyed boy.<br />My first.born.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpuv6JY_ZWGV8cdFb99G_3F90Ihe18j-_InXSy5IBLTwlvHpygK7NwvKVcQPAiDMugEk91hycE7MLqUWmn4wzlsD-6viQsUSqqutzezf7T9amKbmvwB5wkPfUUT0Mdtxic9E580ikvfo/s1600/aIMG_2138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpuv6JY_ZWGV8cdFb99G_3F90Ihe18j-_InXSy5IBLTwlvHpygK7NwvKVcQPAiDMugEk91hycE7MLqUWmn4wzlsD-6viQsUSqqutzezf7T9amKbmvwB5wkPfUUT0Mdtxic9E580ikvfo/s400/aIMG_2138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527594852173970402" /></a><br /><br />James has been in school now for 2 months or so... a very big step for this pre.schooler. A very big step for his momma. Things have shifted some in our little nest to accommodate such Huge Happenings. Some for better. Some for worse, maybe?<br /><br />When James was 18months old, I can remember him trying a little independence on for size. He could walk. He could talk. He could sneak and demand and make grown people spring into action to produce whatever it was that he wanted in a moments notice. <br /><br />One day, at wits end, I confessed to my best friend... she laughed and promised me something I will <em>never</em> forget. It was simple. And it's been my parenting mantra every since... Even when I feel like I am losing my grip with towing the line with these boys... about to crash into the Parental.Purgatory- I remind myself of this <strong>very important phrase</strong>. My friend promised that 'it <em>was just a phase.'</em> Just like a mother who whispers 'it's only a dream' when you wake scared and fitful... I trusted her. <em>I still do.</em> When things get out.of.sync, when I question theUniverse and ponder if alien life form has, indeed, taken possession of my moon.eyed 4yo body, I repeat to myself (sometimes audibly) <strong>IT'S JUST A PHASE</strong>. Sometimes it's more of a plea. Sometimes it's a battle cry. And sometimes it's proven advice I hand over to other friends who may.or.maynot be questioning their own parental sanity. <br /><br />IT'S JUST A PHASE<br /><br />And the thing is, it really is just a phase. SO far, so good! <br />*knocking on my wooden editing desk*<br /><br />My boyJoy has gone off to school to learn about the BigBadWorld and every day, at the perfect time, he runs off the school bus and swaggers up to the house wanting water and to talk about his travels. As his mother, and biggest fan, I listen with baited breath, hanging on every.word.<br /><br />I miss him. I miss our time together. And, like all whimsy.in.love.mothers, I have such high expectations of our remaining day together...<br /><br />Along with wisdom and experience comes a few side.effects of growing up. At school he has learn how to tilt his voice just right, begging for things. A whine. He's learned to whine as well as any child. He's learned to push, shove, and yank things away if he wants them... Fake crying for things? Nailed. He's learned how to infuriate grown.educated.adults into a tizzy with catch.phrases like: <em>I don't knooooow. I don't waaaaant to. But whhhhhhy?</em> It's like he sees these other children and the cool 'tricks' they know, stuffs them deeply into his pockets and then brings them home to try on for size for Momma and Daddy. <br /><br />So for the past 8 weeks, we've been steadily undo.ing some of these nasty, yet tempting, social habits. And after we ripped theWhine off, stripped theBully out, stomped theMelodrama down, and scrubbed theBackTalk clean, theHotness and I are totally wiped out. <br /><br />Nothing thrills me and that man more than being parents... Waking up everyday to meet the crazy needs of raising up our boys and tending our nest. We are steeped deep into this domesticBliss we've created and been Blessed with. So when we see our little chics stray from the nest or act plain.ole.ugly- we ponder the meaning of Life, Love, and Everything.Holy. It's exhausting.<br /><br />And then I hear a familiar refrain circling around:<br /><br />It's only a phase.<br /><br />Then I utter it up in prayer... <em>It's only a phase</em>?<br /><br />Please, God, let it be.<br /><br />:)<br /><br />I love these boys. The ups. The downs. The in.betweens. Everyday we wake up together is pure magic. We work so hard and go without in order to keep me here with these children. I don't want someone else doing this job for me... even though some days I feel that this kind of Courage is faulty and I'm the worst mother on PlanetEarth. This is exactly where I should be. Where I want to be. Where absolute Joy is found. I can't wait for another bebe... and then another, even. As exhausting as bringing up boys can be, there isn't a single place I'd rather be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5Akw9nu15CSaas0EVzhjOJEUyLg4Y4DCmPkQeWmKdVrIVZg6VC4_lXsr0YzmvhTTaDAmM6BW1hoHr02BevS-_ObEni5frwwHioeROLdAb-P_70tNu-lCcmdRXjbH7WydAa5oBoOnejI/s1600/BW+Essence+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5Akw9nu15CSaas0EVzhjOJEUyLg4Y4DCmPkQeWmKdVrIVZg6VC4_lXsr0YzmvhTTaDAmM6BW1hoHr02BevS-_ObEni5frwwHioeROLdAb-P_70tNu-lCcmdRXjbH7WydAa5oBoOnejI/s400/BW+Essence+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527595759129424994" /></a><br /><br />Oh James Neal, you've got my heart. Some days, don't squeeze it so hard? Mkay?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN_beP_uya48rYilzSV-ri0IDw9WEzhbSgdPhOmjbNVUUSFg0RaOLyzjq0L3NKN8LyrynLP8zzENlrN4FFp31_KOUhkTgDjqCmTBWTqpotoeI_sjh2TpTEmBMag3mrn-N8kDjxDsDyzY/s1600/a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN_beP_uya48rYilzSV-ri0IDw9WEzhbSgdPhOmjbNVUUSFg0RaOLyzjq0L3NKN8LyrynLP8zzENlrN4FFp31_KOUhkTgDjqCmTBWTqpotoeI_sjh2TpTEmBMag3mrn-N8kDjxDsDyzY/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527594861583316850" /></a><br /><br /><br />Peace, love, and gut.busting.mantras.<br />xo<br />lmkwLindseYaYahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166498377219105609noreply@blogger.com2