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what you get

you get what you get and you don’t get upset.

i just wanted one good photo of small boy with his newest do. he gave me two frames. not quite what i was expecting.

isabel

psst! mini sessions!

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the long list

sometimes, the to do list is so long that not even one thing gets done. there are *so* many awesome images i want to share, words i want to write. and when i sit, and stare at the screen, something inevitably comes up. moved myself into the “office” that used to the be the nursery, Which meant the downfall of the crib and of a few tears. but at least it has a door! and windows! which are really only worth anything if the sun is shining, which it is not.

for now. i’m checking one thing off. for months, nah, years, i’ve driven past this stretch of the charles river. awesome playgrounds and gorgeous foliage. and so when jack learned, officially, how to ride his bike a few weeks back we thought this would be a great place to take him. this was also the day i decided i need a bike because turns out this mama is not made for runnin’ after a bike. this was also when new england thought it was summer.

small note * there is a photo in there of a woman, and it looks like a bunch of people huddled, filming something. we were asked to step in after she saw me shoot this. the big kid was too shy so, the husband, the small boy and i were interviewed by a fire safety puppet. our 15 minutes of fame is dropping in elementary school VCRs. fire safety video. good stuff.

-isabel

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time to reflect

i’m sitting here, on a cold rainy monday morning. the bigger child has been dropped at school. breakfast is slowly being made and coffee and tea are brewing. husband is home, it’s his birthday. he recently fell out of one job and sort of into another. we are quiet with each other. the small child is bumbling around, pretending he’s using his own version of whatever tool husband has. this time it’s pliers to unscrew a cable. for leo, a blue shovel. we’re moving furniture around. i’m on a new kick, getting rid of everything. buy curtains that let in light. little things.

a week ago today, it was a brisk spring morning. the sun was waking as slowly as i was. the boys were up early, still not sleeping great in their bunk beds. husband was off on a job, being an electrician. his third favorite thing to be next to dad and hub. it was my first morning on my own with the boys in at least 8 months, give or take a few trips away here or there. and it was vacation. despite all this, like a boss, i got the boys to walden pond before 9:30am. without towels and with too little food, but these are minor details. there were maybe 5 other families on the beach, for about an hour after we got there. the sun still hadn’t fully risen and the shade had a bite to it. trembling little skinny bodies, covered in goosebumps, being lathered with cold, creamy sunscreen. an absurdly familiar moment. these kids aren’t friends, they’re family. and there was something i fell in love with. their skinny little bodies, huddled close. running screaming from the icy water. yet completely unable to stay away from it. and the babies, who met three years ago in a starbucks, tucked into slings and bucket seats. brave little people in a big wide world.

anyway. we baked in the sun for almost 6 hours. when we got home we were hot, and sweaty, and stunk like sunscreen. it was beautiful and wonderful and SUMMER HURRY UP. but for now. i’ll take the rainy day to reflect. a week ago today.

camera geeks? shot in full sun, wide open, because that’s how i like it (ha ha…er…) and edited with VSCO which is my new boyfriend.

isabel

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sick days and hot chocolate

leo describing the events that took place the night before last :

“mommy? uhmember when i cried and cried and then i pilled my hot chlocolate all over mine self and mine bed?”

“hunny, did it feel like hot chocolate?”

“yea”

“that was throw up…”

“oh. mommy? what’s flow up?”

sometimes. this is what motherhood looks like.

isabel

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