dreamin' slippers

Boxes & memories.

2010-10-04T11:05:00.003-04:00

For one reason or another, several members of my family are cleaning out their attics/basements right now. Here at home, I'm trying to sort through boxes and boxes of high school and college stuff, mostly old notebooks, papers, photos, letters, things like that. My mindset is simple: I ask myself, "Do I want to move this to the new house?" and if so, "Where will I put it?" If I stumble on answering either of these questions, then I know it needs to go. Of course, it's not always that cut and dry. Occasionally I argue with myself about the need to purge so much. In those moments I think, 'Well, I don't know where I'll put this, but I'll figure that out later."

Last week, I got a call from my step-mom who is cleaning out the attic in my childhood home. Keep in mind that this is also the house in which my dad, my grandpa, and my great-grandpa have lived. Imagine the years of family stuff up there! Anyway, mixed in with all the other stuff, my step-mom came across the mother load of toys from my childhood. As I sorted through boxes of banged up dolls (years in the attic have not been kind to poor Barbie) and other miscellaneous items, I stumbled on a bright green tackle box that was filled with a bunch of Fisher Price peg people, animals, furniture, and accessories. I almost cried when I saw them. I can remember like it was yesterday, playing for hours and hours with those little people. My now 4-year-old Sam seemed immediately smitten with them and asked, "Mama, can I play with these?"

As Sam played with the little people, pets, & random furniture, the idea to photograph these old favorites popped into my head. Once I snapped a few pictures, I wondered about adding texture and color in the processing phase. How fun it was to play with my old toys this way. The end result? Love. I love these images so much that I think I want them framed in little groupings at the new house. Not at all sure where I'll hang them...but I'll figure that out later.

Fall magic.

2010-09-24T18:07:00.002-04:00

I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that fall is my favorite time of the year. Don't get me wrong, I like summer (what with all the mosquitoes, oppressive humidity, and endless construction zones, what's not to love.) Sarcasm aside, fall is just my favorite, favorite time. I love football weather, I love the colors in nature, I love sweatshirts, I love homemade soups and hot chocolate with marshmallows, I love down comforters, and I love my slippers. It's just a glorious time of the year. Another reason to adore fall? Monarch butterflies. Every autumn for the past few years, our family has temporarily housed monarch caterpillars. Their housing isn't glamorous - it's usually just a plastic cup covered with saran wrap that sits on a window sill in our kitchen. Aside from a few milkweed leaves to munch on, they don't need much attention (good thing). After several days, the chubby caterpillars crawl to the top of the cup, attach themselves upside-down in a 'J' shape and before we know it, they've formed a bright green chrysalis. After several days, the chrysalis turns black and slowly the butterfly emerges. Even though I've seen this happen many times, I never get tired of the transformation...it's just amazing. They're like little David Copperfields. And what better way to welcome fall than with a magic show? Enjoy the season, all!

I heart this place.

2010-09-11T08:46:00.000-04:00

This picture was taken at a local orchard this week. I about drove myself into a ditch when I spotted the apple pickers and these crates. For the longest time (after coming to a complete and relatively safe stop) I sat and just watched the activity. Finally it dawned on me to grab my camera and take a picture rather than just stare at things (duh, right?). Now that I have this shot, I could seriously waste the day just studying it. I adore the crates. Love the apple-packed trees. Love the colors. Love the long rows of trees. Wonder if they'd notice me building a small house in there?

Separation anxiety.

2010-09-02T23:28:00.000-04:00

My dear friend Evan, whom I love like a 6th toe, thinks that my blog has become too much about my photography adventures and not enough about my day-to-day life. Apparently progress in potty-training and discussions about the contents of my cluttered purse are hard for him to live without. Although I'd like to argue with Mr. 6th Toe (this is what I'd say in my imaginary debate: Photography is a big part of me and my life and if you don't like it Mister Opinion then maybe you should take your blog-reading business elsewhere), I might have to agree with him. Maybe I have gone a little overboard with the details of my photography adventures? Humph. I don't know. At any rate, I will attempt to separate the two from here forward. But I do so with a ~~little~~ lot of anxiety. Afterall, I have worked so hard for so long to build up my following...my huge following of 11 people. What will happen to these people? Will there be a split? Will 6 of them decide to follow the old blog while the other five jump ship? Will they give up reading it altogether, frustrated by the change? I just won't know until I try. So, from this point forward, if you're interested in my photography adventures, please check out http://www.susanwpattonphotography.blogspot.com/ . If you would like to continue following along with my exciting domestic adventures, there is no need to leave your seat. The show will begin momentarily.

My oldest went off to 1st grade this week. {Gasp}! In years past, I have been a little too slap-happy about the idea of my child being in school all day. But this year is different. I have so enjoyed having him home all summer. He's a really good kid: thoughtful, calm, articulate, inquisitive...all sorts of good. He says things like, "Mom, when you get to a good stopping point, could I have a drink?" What kid says this? I just really like him. And now he's away all day. And here I am making that pitiful pout face that those loser moms make when their babies go off to summer camp. What is wrong with me?

He had just said, "Mom, could you maybe not take a bunch of pictures when the bus pulls up?" (Answer: Deal with it. I love you.)

Picture of the husband + babies taken at Sunday brunch. I seriously love these three boys.

I pressured our waitress into sitting across from us at brunch - poor thing - all she wanted to do was clean off the table and instead she got a 5-minute tutorial on how to hold a camera, focus, and take a decent picture without using a flash. She totally earned her tip.

Another picture of 2 of the 3 Patton boys. Again: Love.

Okay, now I'm headed over to http://www.susanwpattonphotography.blogspot.com/ to post some pictures of a recent shoot. Did you get that? It's http://www.susanwpattonphotography.blogspot.com/. Don't leave me hanging.

More beachness.

2010-08-19T18:12:00.001-04:00

I'm still sorting through pictures from our beach trip. I didn't realize how many images I took - yeesh - was I trigger happy or what? Anyway, it's been fun to reflect on the week. I realize now that this was the first year that I actually found myself thinking, 'Wow. This is really great!" while I was on vacation. Not that trips in the past have been unenjoyable...but let's be honest here. Vacationing with small children? Seriously? What kind of torture is that?? What were we thinking? Juggling naptimes, managing long car/plane rides, diaper changes, food related issues, sleeping arrangements...in retrospect, it all seems like such work. But this year was so different. My kids are now 4 and 7 and can do so much more on their own. They enjoy playing with their cousins and can do so {for the most part} with little refereeing needed, they'll eat normal stuff, go to bed without a fight...the list goes on and on. I'm not generally the type of mom who gushes about parenting, but I have to say: This is just a glorious, glorious time in the journey for me. Now, ask me how I like things when I have two teenaged boys and I might push you into heavy traffic. For now? Heaven.

Here are more beach pictures.

Old as new.

2010-08-17T12:32:00.043-04:00

My newest photography addiction is 1970's style coloring. I seriously can't get enough of it. We have albums and albums of pictures from that decade and I just love going through them. Aside from the weird plaid pants and bowl haircuts, I have really fond memories of that time.

Below are some images {processed with 70's coloring, of course} that I recently took of a Cincinnati, Ohio family. I would like to personally nominate this foursome for the Troopers of the Year Award. Imagine driving 6 hours with a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old + no dinner and trying to get pictures taken. At bedtime. {fellow parents are cringing everywhere}. Well, I'm happy to say that they did great. And I love, love, love the 70's style coloring on these. B: it was wonderful seeing you and meeting your incredible family. Hope you enjoyed your stay in the area!

stone harbor, nj

2010-08-14T18:53:00.000-04:00

{Sigh}. We are back from a wonderful week at the beach. This year, seventeen of us ventured to Stone Harbor, NJ to spend some much needed time in lounge mode. And boy, did we lounge. Above are some images taken one morning with sister B. She happened to be outside the house enjoying a quiet cup of coffee when I headed off to the beach with my camera. It didn't take much coaxing to get her to come along. I'm so glad she did.

Love my sister. Love soft sand. Love coffee. Love my camera. Love these pictures.

More to come soon...

H & kids.

2010-08-01T12:46:00.000-04:00

I recently had the pleasure of spending a little time with a childhood friend and her three kids. I always get a kick out of seeing my friends as parents. And what a good parent H. is. Her kids just love her and it's a joy to watch them interact. Here are a few images from our evening that I keep finding myself looking at.

Above was the game "Stick your finger in your brother or sister's eye"

Never {ever} underestimate the power of silly to get kids to giggle.

This child has the most beautiful eyes. Just like her mama.

H's bracelet is engraved with "A daughter is a little gift..." I didn't even notice it until I opened the picture.

If every family I worked with was like this, I'd be black & blue from pinching myself.

Lovely love.

2010-07-26T16:41:00.001-04:00

After Samantha + Mike's engagement last year they never had pictures taken, so Sam's sister Jenny (a.k.a. world's best matron of honor) wanted to surprise the bride-to-be (and her beau of course) with a session just a few weeks before the wedding. When Jenny asked me, it took me all of two seconds to answer. Hmmm, let's see...adorable couple...in love...beautiful weather...no brainer.

After the engagement shots were taken, Sam asked if I could get some images the morning of the wedding while all the girls were getting ready.

Again: no brainer.

Talk about a stunning bride!!

Makes me almost want to plan a wedding again (just kidding, Dad.)

She's alive! She's real! And she's fabulous!

2010-07-10T08:03:00.000-04:00

This week I finally got to meet her! And by her, I mean my name sister Susan Patton. In my head I call her Florida Susan Patton, but I don't think she goes by that herself. Nearly everyone in my network of friends and family knew about our lunch date. Phone calls were coming in, "Is today the day?" and "Are you so excited?" were some of the questions I fielded the morning of our lunch date. You'd think I was meeting my mail order groom or Oprah by the way everyone was acting. Heck, you'd think that by the way I was acting. 'What am I wearing? Why can't I find my eyeliner? Oh man, I need to iron something.' were the pressing thoughts in my head. After all, I was meeting Florida Susan Patton for the first time. Even though we'd been emailing back and forth for months, we'd never had the opportunity to meet in person. (For anyone who would like a refresher on how our lives first intersected, read here.) Thanks to her western Pa roots + her extensive network of friends and family in this area {God bless each and every one of you, by the way} I got my chance!

Okay, so let me tell you about her because there's a lot to like.

She's the perfect mix of friendly/reserved, she's curious and sensitive, she's generous with her time and her talents, she likes to laugh, she's open to whatever you ask, she's smart and thoughtful, she's had just the right amount of life experience to make her interesting but not jaded, she loves her family and her friends, she's addicted --correction-- thoroughly enjoys all things photography-related, and she's really good at staying within two pounds of her goal weight.

You know what else I learned about her?

She likes to paint trim. And she's here until next week.

{Insert obnoxious fist pumps and a woohoo!}

What's not to like about Florida Susan Patton?

Who knew?

2010-07-07T12:00:00.000-04:00

My photography adventures have been picking up lately, which is great for me! But with more photography gigs comes more time away from home + more time on the computer when I am home. This would be fine except that it's cutting into my day job. My employers are getting impatient and a bit restless. Translation: My children have had a little too much down time lately. Above is one of several creative time-fillers my 4-year-old has recently come up with. Who knew that 220 kleenex could fit into a small beach bucket? I had honestly never thought of that. And now I know. You know what else I know? I need to cut back on my photography adventures!

Get your silly on.

2010-07-05T09:25:00.001-04:00

I love being silly. I always have. And now that I'm a mom and an aunt, I have a good excuse to get my silly on. A lot. Yesterday, we spent a good chunk of time jumping in the yard. Why, you ask? Answer: Why not? Pictured above are my Boyd nephew and nieces. They are always up for being silly with me and I love them for that.

Today's silly: "Turn Your Fingers Into Small People Day".

Why not celebrate with us?

3 July 2010.

2010-07-03T18:56:00.000-04:00

In honor of July 4th, as well as Papa's 92nd birthday on July 7th, my mom, sister, and I (and kids too) headed west to Ohio today to make sure Papa had a flag on his grave. Papa was a veteran of WWII and love, love, loved the American flag. Every morning, rain or shine, he hiked outside to hang Old Glory and salute it (or 'throw it a high ball' as he used to say). And every night, he'd head back out to lower it down again.

We stopped along the way to enjoy a picnic lunch. Papa and Bukky (she hated this nickname btw) loved picnic lunches and we imagined them smiling down on us today.

We gave thanks for all that is good...and even not so good in our lives.

And then we got to see where Papa is 'planted', as Sam says.

After this, we spent some time geocaching. Anyone ever heard of this? If not, read here.(nutshell: treasure hunting with a GPS). My sister and her kids have started doing this and they just love it. Betsy was able to find the coordinates for a geocache that was hidden in the same little cemetary where Papa is.

Once we found the container, we pulled out the treasure and the list of people who have found and replaced it with other treasures before us. This particular site had visitors starting back in 2006 and has had regular visitors since.

We replaced the treasure with a shell from Jekyll Island, GA, where Papa and Bukky spent many winters. Short of shoving an American flag into the tiny container, I can't think of a more perfect replacement for his site :)

Hope your 4th is full of treasures of your own :)

Baggage.

2010-06-27T09:45:00.000-04:00

Today I opened my purse in the hopes of finding something...I don't even remember what the something was because I lost track of all thought when I realized that the condition of the inside of my bag could easily land me a Clean House intervention. What would Niecy Nash say about my foolishness??? This bag is out of control. I've got receipts from months ago in here, smashed & half eaten bags of munchies, old grocery lists, happy meal toys, new and used kleenex, lollipops from the bank, lollipops from the hair salon, lollipops from the post office, crumpled coupons long expired, fliers for events that have come and gone, writing utensils and gum for 40 people, enough spare change to buy a new pair of jeans, a flashlight, an empty Ibuprofen container (which reminds me I need to add that to my grocery list...now where'd I put that?), an old chapstick...ugh, the list of random items goes on and on. Adding to the problem is my habit of throwing a heavy camera on top of all this clutter, which then acts as a trash compactor making more room for this madness.

My mission today is to face this monster. Whatever it takes, I will get to the bottom of this beast of a bag and I will get it together. I will empty, I will pitch and then I will question each item I put back into my purse. ("Do I really need 27 pens in here?"). When I have tackled this mountain of madness, I will pat myself on the back and say, 'Good girl! You finally have your life in order!' (Okay, maybe not my entire life, but I gotta start somewhere, right?)

Wish me luck. I'm going in.

Vacation Bible School & Sports Camp Week 2010!!

2010-06-24T23:02:00.000-04:00

Today was Day 4 of Vacation Bible School & Sports Camp at First Baptist Church! This is my second year taking pictures of all the activities occurring throughout the week. I have already taken close to a bazillion images and we still have one day to go! Phew!! Here are a handful that help to capture the week:

Everywhere I look this week, I am reminded of my brother-in-law John, who lost his battle with cancer almost a year ago. While he was alive, he quietly and generously contributed to the church's sports camp scholarship fund which helped keep tuition down for all kids, and also provided full scholarships to children who couldn't afford to attend. John would be so proud to know his work continues.

Flower power.

2010-06-11T21:54:00.000-04:00

The older I get, the more I love flowers.

They have a calming effect on me...maybe even a hypnotizing effect. I find myself stopping to study one little flower and before I know it, I have lost track of the clock. Mealtimes have come and gone...sometimes even holidays because I've been staring at flowers too long.

I like studying all the little flower parts. The pedals, the leaves, the colors...I love it all. And with a camera in hand, playing with depth of field to get dreamy shots...I'm in heaven. Seriously...my heaven will be full of flowers.

And in my heaven, I will be able to keep flowers alive longer than a day or two. But that's for another post.

Hope your day is full of things you enjoy :)

Surprise vacation.

2010-06-09T19:44:00.000-04:00

The old central air conditioning unit in our house died last week. For someone who grew up without A/C, you'd think I'd be okay. But I was completely panicked. 'How will I sleep?', 'I hate sweating', 'OMG, my hair'....were some of the thoughts that raced through my head. After the A/C guys delivered the harsh news (they would need about a week before they could replace the unit), I slowly came to accept my reality. My sticky, humid, sweaty reality. So, a week went by, during which time I dug out my window screens and fans, wore my hair in a ponytail, and spent a ton of time outside with my kids. I did more yard work in a week than I've done in ten years, we played in the sandbox every day, we walked our dogs (my mother just rolled off her chair reading that, I'm sure), we picked every wild daisy we could find. And you know what? I liked it. I liked being able to hear the birds chirping all day. I liked feeling the cross breeze in our living room. I liked (correction: loved) not cooking. And I loved not fussing over my hair. In retrospect, it was very much like a vacation.

Two days ago, we got our new air conditioning unit. As the A/C guys made their final adjustments and checked to make sure the house was cooling down, I joked that I was planning on leaving the thermostat set at 58 degrees just because I could. But when the work vans pulled out of the driveway, I immediately shut the unit off and opened all the doors and windows again.

No need to rush home from vacation, right?

Does it pop?

2010-06-03T01:58:00.001-04:00

I'm up way past my bedtime playing with photoshop. Where are my photography people (or any people for that matter) because I need some feedback. If you're reading this, that means you. Give me your thoughts. The top image is SOOC (straight out of camera) - no editing. Bottom image is edited with some photoshop goodness. I'm looking for a pop in the image. How does it strike you? Feedback please.

A week in pictures.

2010-06-01T16:23:00.001-04:00

Okay peeps, we've got some catching up to do and a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time. As I sit and pound at the keyboard, I have two hungry children invading my creative space...they are like two sharks circling before a deep sea attack. "Mommmm, I'm starrrrrving" and "Can I have something....anything to eat?" is what I'm up against here. I'm going to cover this fast, so pay attention, before they tear my arm off and eat it for supper.

Mr. Sam graduated from his Early Learners Class. In a nutshell, the program involved two patient teachers, 12 adorable little kids, and an audience full of cameras. Nobody wanted to miss a single second of the 4-minute show. This picture cracks me up because it totally screams preschool graduation.

Speaking of huge events in Sam's life, we celebrated his 4th birthday. Oh, my aching heart. My baby is such a big kid all of a sudden. He's an underwear-donning, bicycle-riding, baseball-loving, joke-cracking fool these days! What a fantastic age.
Bug season has officially started. The Patton boys love nothing more than a good bug hunt in the summer. Today we found the mother of all spiders {cringe} while cleaning the garage. At this time, we are debating on what to do with it. Suggestions range from shaking the jar until the spider dies of blunt force trauma to the head (Sam's suggestion) to dumping it out on the driveway and poking it to death with a stick (Will's suggestion). I am pushing to keep it for use as a learning tool (when did I turn into such a dork?).

My cringing face was wiggling the camera too much to get a good shot, so this will have to do. Spiders just creep me out.
In addition to the start of bug season, it is now baseball season for Will. Dave is helping to coach, which is fun to watch. Go Huskies!

Moving on to equally exciting topics, the kids have determined that I'm a total sucker for buying anything that we can watch grow. Pictured above is a small aquarium full of sea monkeys. That's right. Sea. Monkeys. Google them. They're real. And I cannot believe we are watching them grow. My in-laws, who have age-appropriate eyesight, think we're watching a cup of water. Can't say I blame them.

We are still (yes, still) plugging along with the house building. I have removed all emotion from the process at this point and am in complete decision maker mode. I don't even recognize myself anymore. I see choices. I bark 'yup' or 'hell no' and move on. Snap, snap. Let's getter done.

My name sister (Florida's very own, extra special Susan Patton) sent me her copy of the Photoshop Elements book last week. Pictured above is Will pretending to be me. It's a great read, what can I say? (Susan, thanks again - I'm loving it!!!) This brings me to the last item on my show-n-tell list.

My camera and I met the most amazing family on Sunday. Lucky me got to spend a little time capturing some images of this fantastic foursome. They were so cute, I almost wish I could shrink them to doll size so I could take them home with me. Trust me. If remotely possible, I'd do it. They were just that cute.

Sweet Baby C. Ten-days-old and nothing but good.

Look at these little lips. Killing me!!!

I challenge you to think of one thing cuter than a sleeping baby. Time's up. Impossible.

You know I'm a sucker for hand shots.

And let's not forget big brother G.

Okay, seriously? Those toddler teeth, those little curls...I'm in love.

Here are the big boys, horsing around. Love this shot!!

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(Thank you J&J for inviting me into your home.
You have an incredible family :)
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Considering I'm now typing with my nose and one ear (the kids really did rip off my arms) I think I did okay. Hope you all had a great week!

Fishing (and other) adventures, part II.

2010-05-23T22:42:00.000-04:00

Three generations of my family had the same thing in mind today. Ever since word had spread that the creek (pronounced 'crick' please) had been restocked with trout twice this past week, my dad and husband were itching to go fishing.

I won't lie to you. Things got off to a slow start.

So slow that I studied bait. For a long time.

I studied Daddy-long legs too.

And fishing positions.
After getting only one bite, we decided to change fishing spots.
Upstream we went. Along the way, I got distracted with flowers and bees.

And more flowers.

Luckily I caught up with the fishermen in time to watch all the excitement. Sam reeled in a small rainbow trout but refused to touch it once it was off the line.

Will then caught a fish that was so small, I wondered if
he should just keep it on the line to use as future bait.

He then decided to look for snails and other creek life.

Finally someone made the call. Let's head home and get some dinner.

Along the way, I got distracted again.

This seems to be a recurring problem for me.

I love buttercups.

And dandelions.

I realize they're weeds, but I think they're dreamy.

Unfortunately, this is where my post gets ugly. Viewers should be advised. Small children and adults with weak stomachs should stop reading and look away.

You see, when my dad and husband have too much down time together, they start scanning the fields for critters. Mostly of the groundhog sort. Once the hunting rifle appears, it's all down hill from there. Well, downhill, if you're a groundhog and you're dumb enough to stand when people whistle at you. Let's just say the men enjoyed a little target practice tonight.

While 200 pound lap-dog Boomer snuggled with my dad, Dave and the kids headed down to the field to make sure all was quiet. (Answer: Yes it was). When they returned, Sam described the groundhog's expression.

That's about how I looked too.

Now tell me about your Sunday. How was it?

Wednesday goodness.

2010-05-20T23:25:00.000-04:00

The weather finally cleared yesterday so I could meet my lovely friend, Jill, and her sweetheart of a daughter, Miss Ellie, to get some pictures. Jill and I have been talking about getting together ever since I ambushed her with my camera on the streets of New Wilmington one chilly day in late winter. Poor thing never saw me coming and didn't have a chance to run for cover.

When Jill and Ellie got out of their car, both were wearing dresses and boots. Boots. People, listen. In my book, boots are heavenly footwear. I adore any kind of boot, especially kicking cowgirl boots. And that's exactly what Miss Ellie was wearing. As if this wasn't enough, they came prepared with a bag of props. When Ellie pulled out this antique frame and grinned at me, I about fell to the ground in a puddle of happy tears.

Oh my, I love the picture above. Look at how Ellie is holding onto her momma's back. Such a sweet moment. The morning was loaded with them, actually. What a special time. And what a special mom and daughter.

Thank you, Jill and Ellie for a wonderful morning. And thank you SP, BP, LW, KC, & EO for your words of encouragement yesterday. You are all good, good people :)

Growing pains.

2010-05-18T21:35:00.001-04:00

I must admit I'm having a bit of a pity party at the moment. Just when I think I could maybe {maybe} pull off this photography thing...I stumble on someone else's work and instead of being inspired, it makes me feel small. That terrible, no-good, critical voice creeps into my head and I hear myself say things like, "What am I doing? I can't consistently get a crisp shot on my camera! He/she is a brilliant photographer...Argh, I have so much to learn!...." and the list of negativity continues.

I know, I know. I shouldn't compare my work to others. I should look at my own progress. Is my work evolving? Is it improving from where I was before. If the answer is yes, then that's all that matters. I'm exactly where I need to be, right? But the truth is I'm terribly frustrated at the moment. Where I want to be seems painfully unattainable. Will I ever get there? How? When?

The following images are from today. My dear friend Kori and her son Max came for a long-overdue lunch. As I look at the pictures I smile at Max's expressions. He grinned and giggled, he frowned and even fussed. At those moments and these, I remember that little people (just like big people) experience joy in the little victories as well as frustration with setbacks. We are each a work in progress. And I suppose if there's progress...it has to be good.

My dear Max, here's to baby steps.

Thank you for reminding me that we all have to start somewhere.

Queen for a day.

2010-05-17T12:49:00.001-04:00

I was supposed to be photographing my beautiful friend Jill and her sweet daughter Ellie Blue having an outdoor tea party for two today, but the weather didn't cooperate. Boo! So, I am stuck inside cleaning my house instead. Boo and ick. I loathe cleaning. To make the day less painful, I am considering wearing a tiara. I shall call myself the Queen of Clean. And Sam shall be my jester. I would love to stick around and chat with you, but I must go. I have a dirty throne to clean. Happy Monday to you!

Friday fun with cousins

2010-05-14T20:03:00.001-04:00

My nieces E.B. and Mare Bear were off school today and we (Sam and I) had the pleasure of spending the day with them. What a treat!!! And speaking of treats, it didn't take us long before we ended up enjoying some. After hitting the library in search of a hilarious kids' book called Pete's a Pizza, we ran next door to Dunkin' Donuts for some delicious hot chocolate and fresh munchkins. For the record, I will be picking these three children as members of my doughnut eating team if I ever need one. They inhaled fresh munchkins like only varsity players can. And to my sister - please know that we read books while we waited for our hot chocolate to cool a bit. It wasn't all fun and games!

I'm thinking we should totally start our own kids' book club. We can gather, eat good food (and by good I mean high in fat and sugar) and discuss fine children's literature...or maybe just compare hot chocolate mustaches and laugh a lot.

Thanks for spending the day with us, E.B. and Mary. We loved every minute of it!!!

Looking for new owner.

2010-05-12T21:00:00.001-04:00

Wanted:

Good home for 3-year-old male.

House-trained {sometimes}.

My three-year-old Sam had words with a teacher at his school yesterday. Not just any teacher. And not just any words. According to my cousin, who picked our kids up after school, Sam was doing something he shouldn't (shocker, I know). I guess he was trying to touch something fragile. Mrs. B, the school director and also Sam's teacher next year, told Sam not to touch the object because it could break. Sam, with a devilish smirk, ignored the order and leaned toward the object anyway. Mrs. B said, "Sam, I have a feeling we're going to butt heads next year". Sam responded, "Oh no we won't because I'm going to kick you in the balls."

When my cousin relayed this story, she was laughing so hard, I almost couldn't understand her. She said it was that much funnier because it wasn't her kid. Lucky her! After I scraped my jaw off the floor, Sam and I had a 'come-to-jesus-talk'. I'm not sure how much of it sank in but it sure as heck felt good to hear myself say it. He was told to sit and reflect on his words...which looked a lot like a kid studying dust floating in the air...but that's beside the point. His punishment continued. Sam then spent hard time (about 45 seconds) creating a card to express his deep remorse. He was not allowed any screen time all day and I threatened to take his beloved blankie away if he ever talked that way to another human on the planet. If it happens again, I may just have to kick him in the...well...let's just see how this goes.

Bird post.

2010-05-11T17:47:00.000-04:00

Bobby Robin is growing up so fast! Here he is tonight, taking his dinner nap. We tried hard to chirp like momma to get him to look up at us, but he wouldn't budge. He kept his little bird beak tucked in next to his egg brother and sister. They still haven't hatched, but big brother is helping to keep them warm whenever momma and daddy are off getting food. We were surprised at how ... um ... unphotogenic Bobby is at this stage. Perhaps once he has more feathers, he'll look a little more handsome?

Stay tuned for more fascinating bird activity!

Baby day!

2010-05-06T15:09:00.000-04:00

I got my baby fix today.

Those itty bitty baby toes make me giddy.

And I love to watch mommas with their new arrivals...so incredibly sweet.

And speaking of new arrivals, look at our baby robins! We went from 6 eggs down to 3 in a matter of days and we worried that this robin family was doomed. Nope, they're alive and well! Meet 'Bobby Robin' (thanks to Sam for picking the name.)

Hope you get a fix of some sort today!

To pee or not to pee.

2010-05-04T09:59:00.000-04:00

I can't believe this is what my life looks like these days. My journey through parenthood has taken a strange detour into uncharted waters. Toilet waters, that is. In an effort to get my 3-year-old to pee in socially appropriate places I have resorted to drawing a pathetic looking Squidward (a character from Spongebob for those of you in the dark) on toilet paper. I then challenge Sam to pee on poor Squidy. We've had a successful two days of this...so successful that the other two males in my house are even on board with this game. Hey, whatever it takes to get the job done. Wish us luck!

Herb appeal.

2010-05-03T14:15:00.000-04:00

I have a growing collection of herbs on my kitchen counter and a full-blown herb addiction to go with it. For some reason, everytime I'm in the greenhouse I feel the urge to bring another one home. Right now, I have lavender (pictured above), two basil plants, and something called lemon balm (smells just like lemon scented Mr. Clean, another of my secret loves). We also have four broccoli plants and four cucumber plants that are needing attention. Yes, I realize these are not in the herb family, but the boys picked these out. And when my kids ask for veggies, trust me, I'm all over it. Getting back to the herbs, I have no big plans for the lavendar or lemon balm. At the moment, I just like to scratch and sniff them. While I research what to do with these little gems, does anyone know how to pronounce the word 'herb'? Is the 'h' silent like I've always thought or is it pronounced Herb, with a strong 'h' sound, the way Martha Stewart says it? I hate to argue with the queen of all things domestic, but seriously? Herb. It makes me think of my high school physics teacher.

Baited and hooked.

2010-04-30T20:24:00.000-04:00

He had us at 'mealy worms'. That's all Dad had to say to bait us the other day when the kids and I ran into him at the greenhouse. With a smirk on his face, he said, "I picked up some fresh mealy worms this afternoon...wanna go fishing?" It took me about 4 seconds to run through the following thoughts...'Not sure what I'm doing for dinner...Will has homework....there are no clean socks in my entire house....the dogs need to eat....' and I said, "Sure, we're in." It was the best decision I made all week. Here are highlights from our afternoon at the old fishin' hole.

Bait was discussed.

And fishing began...

We waited...

Techniques were covered...

The pros discussed where the biggest fish might be hiding.

And then, tug!

a bite!!

Grandparents scrambled to offer assistance...

And Papa coached Sam,

'Ok, now keep the tip up,

reel him in slow,

let him fight you a little,

tire him out!..."

And before we knew it, Sam had caught his first fish of the season.

In a rare show of unforced affection, Will hugged his little brother and told him, 'Good job, buddy!'

When the fish flopped back into the water, Sam experienced a moment of deep sadness.

Which was quickly replaced with fisherman's pride. Here he is asking two minutes later, 'Did you see that fish I caught??"

Then it was Will's turn in the spotlight.

Look at the way this water beast is fighting!

What a workout!

Will proudly holds his mammoth trout before throwing it back.

Several more fish were caught.

And we decided it must be a good spot.

Guess someone else thought so too.

Can't wait to go back!

photo collections.

2010-04-28T15:22:00.001-04:00

I love collections of photos. Correction. I am {obsessed} with collections of photos. I can't get enough of them and I have to fight the urge to turn every random photo I have into some type of collection. Whether the group is based on one subject or several, color or black & white...I love groups of images so much that I actually catch myself grinning. They speak to me. And I just smile back. Here are a few recent groups that I'm reflecting on today.

{grinning}

{more grinning}

Have a good rest of your day!

Memories and memorial planning.

2010-04-27T15:20:00.000-04:00

This morning Mom, Betsy & I met with Rev. Lisa Hickman in the church's little library to discuss Papa's upcoming memorial service. Lisa has the most amazing ability to weave scripture together with memories, poems, song lyrics, humor and insight. I can't think of a better person to trust with Papa's service. She's an absolute gem and I feel truly blessed that she has been part of this journey with us. If you're blog hopping, check hers out @ http://writingthemargins.blogspot.com/

Memories were shared.

Hymns and scripture were discussed...

And at the end of our time together, Lisa closed with the most beautiful prayer...you know the kind that makes you fight the ugly-cry face. Lisa, if you read this...thank you for your endless supply of energy, wisdom & humor. Papa thought the world of you and so do we.

Roots.

2010-04-26T00:09:00.001-04:00

I don't know about you, but when I experience a crisis of some kind (a loss, tragedy, major change) all I want to do is go home. I want to be in a place where things make sense, where there is order and where most things are predictable and under some control. One place that makes me feel this way is the family greenhouse. I grew up across the street from it and I can't so much as drive by it now without being bombarded with decades of random greenhouse memories.

I don't know if it's the rows and rows of order that make me feel peaceful...

Or if it's simply all the blooming goodness...

and the memories that go with it...

Maybe it's the smell of potting soil...

and the way it feels to plant something...

Or maybe it's realizing that I am someone else's roots

that helps to put things in focus.

Whatever it is, sometimes it feels good to just go home.

Thank God for roots!

Good distractions.

2010-04-23T21:42:00.001-04:00

Sometimes the best way to get through a rough patch is to simply get distracted. Luckily for me, the last two days have been packed full of little gifts to give my mind a break from thinking about Papa.

The kids and I discovered this nest of robin eggs on our porch yesterday. Watching Momma bird come and go has been such a little blessing. The kids keep asking to see the eggs and we've checked on them three or four times already. We have names picked out for all six babies (most are 'Bobby' or a variation of this). And I'm happy to report that Momma bird has been very tolerant of our intrusiveness...so far, at least.

Speaking of wonderful distractions, I saw these grape hyacinths while at my mom's house today. I love, love, love them. So do the bees apparently. One stayed still just long enough for me to get the following shot.

Family and friends have made for good distractions as well. Tonight we spent a little time with our neighbor Todd, who happened to be outside with a bucket of fresh fish that he and his buddy caught today. He had a table set up outside and let the boys watch as he cleaned a bunch. We love him because he's always up for silly. He had us all laughing in no time.

Finally, we burned some energy at the new house with our favorite cousin neighbors. When Elyse came running through the yard in bare feet, a striped dress, and her hair in little piggy buns, I was so glad I had my camera with me.

Thank goodness for distractions!

He's home now.

2010-04-22T21:19:00.001-04:00

Papa hadn't said much all week.

But two things he managed to say clearly were,

"I want to go home"

and

"Can we go now?"

Yes, Papa. You can go now.

And he did.

We will miss you dearly, Papa.

Food for thought.

2010-04-21T11:46:00.000-04:00

I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to cook like I used to. As I sit here, I cringe at the list of foods we've been calling dinner the past few weeks - chicken nuggets, quick sandwiches and cereal about covers it! Today though, I am making it a point to stop and make something delicious, healthy and just plain pretty to look at. This pasta salad is a serious home-run and amazingly versatile. You can eat it warm or cold, you can use whatever veggies or pasta you have on hand, you can even add chicken or another protein to it to make it more of a main-dish meal. I adore this recipe. I've made it for friends with new babies, friends who are grieving and people who are home recovering from illness. I haven't met a person yet who doesn't share my deep affection for this recipe. If you make it, let me know how yours turns out.

Yummy Salad (this is just what I call it).

1/2 C extra virgin olive oil

1/4 c fresh minced basil (you can substitute dried, but you'll use less than 1/8 cup.)

2 T balsamic vinegar

1 T minced garlic (I always use fresh, but you could use the jarred kind too)
1/2 t salt

8 oz short pasta of your choice, cooked (penne and bow-tie are our favs)

1 head broccoli florets, chopped in small pieces

1 package cherry tomatoes, halved

2 oz can black olives, sliced

4 oz feta cheese (I usually throw the whole 6 oz container in - the more the merrier)

1 yellow or red pepper, seeded and diced

1 avocado, peeled, pitted and diced (optional - I've made it without and don't even miss it really)

Combine first 5 ingredients, shake or mix until well-blended. Put all other ingredients in bowl, throw dressing on top, mix well. You can eat it right away or store it for a few days in the fridge. Serves 6-8 normal people or 3-4 Pattons (we eat big, remember). Enjoy!

Papa.

2010-04-20T23:13:00.001-04:00

Watching my papa decline is so much harder than I imagined it would be....not that I imagined it at all. I think that's part of the problem. I never seriously considered that he might someday be gone. He's just always been here. Above is a picture of my hands holding Papa's today. He never squeezed back, just mostly slept. When he wasn't sleeping, there were only flickers of Papa...a slight raise of the eyebrows and an occasional mumble. I already miss hearing him say "Suzie".

Sky blue's the limit.

2010-04-19T23:17:00.000-04:00

I spent the day buried in paint colors for the new house. I tend to lean toward earthy neutrals in my surroundings - anything that falls into the stone, sand, bark, moss family. I want a color that doesn't make me think 'look at that color' and I want something that's going to blend in, not stick out. I want color that's calming, classic, even plain. My children, on the other hand, are very different. My 3-year-old begs for Lightning McQueen red and my 6-year-old wishes for a green so obscene, there are no words to describe how hideous it is. Thankfully, the husband says, 'Whatever you think' and I secretly wonder if there is a lovlier phrase in the English language (I highly doubt it.)

Happy 12th bday, MTB!!

2010-04-17T22:49:00.000-04:00

My nephew is now 12. Twelve. How can this be? If I close my eyes, I can see him as a newborn, hours old in the hospital. I remember sitting and holding him for the longest time as my sister slept. He was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen and I couldn't take my eyes off him. And here he is now. Almost a teenager. Sigh.

This is not my nephew. This is his dog who greeted us as we arrived for the bday party.

She prayed that we would let her in the house where all the fun was.

(Her prayers were answered.)
I sat as close as I could to the desserts during dinner.

I didn't want them to be lonely. I'm thoughtful like that.

Six-year-old M is losing teeth left and right.

Here's a better view of all the activity.

And another shot of the cake. Have I mentioned how much I like chocolate.

Big sister EB is a personality powerhouse. Her face lights up when she tells a story and she's always smiling. She's up for anything, easy-going and fun-loving. Love this kid.

Here is Uncle G. with the birthday boy. G's the kind of uncle that all the kids flock to because he's a big kid himself. Love Uncle G.

Here is M, maybe daydreaming about the gifts in his near future.

Cake was enjoyed.

Maybe a little too much.

Lego-related gifts were opened.

And then it was time for more fun with Uncle G.

My son repeatedly begged Uncle G. for a 'wedgie boost'.

Not sure why anyone would ask to be picked up by their underwear.

But what do I know.

And Sam let Uncle G. pick him up by the ears.

G should work kids' bday parties - he's way cooler than a clown.

Sister B has an extensive collection of 'B' and bee items in her house.

Here are two that caught my eye tonight.

B is for birthday! Hope you had a good one, M!! We love you :)

Little fingers, little toes, little mouth, little nose....

2010-04-15T19:53:00.000-04:00

Meet Baby K.

Baby K. is a wee little thing, about two weeks old.

Her momma and I are church buddies.

This is Baby K's 4-year-old big sister who is very proud of her new role.

Until now, she has been the little sister...but not anymore!

Big Sister likes to tell you all about Baby K.

She likes to kiss Baby K's head...

And feet...

And even gave Baby K a quick lesson in pinking swearing. Baby sisters need to know important stuff like this.

Big sister then went twirling off into the living room...

Momma love.

So sweet.

I love these intimate moments between mom and baby...

makes me almost want to have another one.

I said almost.

Adam and Michelle. Engaged!

2010-04-13T10:32:00.000-04:00

My cousin Adam recently asked his sweetheart of a girlfriend Michelle to marry him. I couldn't be happier for them or our family. She's a perfect fit on so many levels. I got to spend some time with these two lovebirds over the weekend. What a cute, cute couple.

I love Michelle's expression here. And I wish I had recorded the sweet little 'aww' noise she made the moment Adam kissed her forehead. So very sweet.

To my photography buddies (because all of my non-photography buddies are sick of hearing me talk about lighting) I followed your advice and looked for sweet spots in the lighting all day. As Michelle and I were walking outside after lunch, I looked back at her, saw this light, and said 'ok, stop right there. This is perfect." And it was.

You know I love the hand shots.

And the feet shots!

Welcome aboard, my dear Michelle! We are so happy to have you!!

Love.

2010-04-11T17:10:00.001-04:00

Consider this post a supplement to the goodness already shared at http://www.poppyboxwood.blogspot.com/. I had the pleasure of taking pictures at a fabulous bridal luncheon this past weekend. Oh. my. From the tulip/asparagus centerpieces and lavender topiaries to the laughter that filled the air....there was so much right about this celebration. Everywhere I looked, there was someone or something beautiful to be captured. Moments, moments everywhere! I was in heaven. Here are a few of my favorite shots.

Happy Easter!

2010-04-03T17:20:00.001-04:00

The week continues.

2010-04-02T00:13:00.000-04:00

We've had a bit of a crazy week.

Nutshell:

Papa is back at Shenango Home with hospice;

Dave's Aunt Beryl passed away this week - her funeral was today;

and my mother-in-law was hospitalized yesterday because of continued pain in her side.

{insert coo-coo noise}

The attached pictures are from this afternoon. While Papa slept, Mom and I visited a local labyrinth in New Wilmington. Mom cleared her head and I took pictures (shocker, I know).

I keep repeating

All shall be well.

Hope all is well with you this week.

Papa update.

2010-03-31T07:59:00.000-04:00

This is a quick Papa update for those of you who are following along for info on him. After a lengthy hospital stay, Papa is finally gearing up to return to Shenango Presbyterian Senior Care's skilled nursing unit today. The consensus between heart, kidney and primary doctors is that they have done all they can for him with respect to the CHF symptoms. He is weak and growing more and more confused at this point. Hospice will start to work with him once he returns home. Mom is hanging in there, but I think this journey has been a rough one. Keep them both in your prayers, will you? Here are a few shots from yesterday.

I took Will (who is on spring break this week) to visit Papa in the morning. They were happy to see each other.

Papa always coaches the kids on how to give a proper greeting. "Look me in the eye and give me a hardy handshake'. Even 3-year-old Sam knows to do this now.

Papa heads down the hall for therapy. When he was hooked up to IV's, they needed two more people to assist him with walking. They called it his entourage.

Mom and Will watch as Papa walks down the hall.

My sister Betsy and I visited again last night at bedtime. Although a little confused, he was happy to see us.

Betsy delivered a handwritten note from her youngest, 6-year-old Mary, written in pretty pink pen that wished Papa a quick recovery.

I will continue to keep you posted...

Looking in the mirror, if only briefly.

2010-03-27T22:37:00.001-04:00

I used to sit and draw like this when I was a kid. When I see Will doing this now, I smile to myself. That was me. I loved notebooks and drawing journals, markers, pencils, and crayons.

I love how he gets lost when he's creating. I did that too.

I love how he imagines things and then translates those ideas onto paper. I did that too.

He's oblivious to what's going on around him when he's busy drawing.

Yup. That's my kid.

Both of my boys remind me so much of me when I was little.

Until they do something like this.

Who pees outside??

Blowing your nose without a Kleenex??

Are you kidding me?

'Accidentally' landing in mud?

Please.

Who the hell do these animals belong to anyway???

Double trouble!

2010-03-26T09:10:00.001-04:00

I started helping the family florist out this week with the blog (http://www.weingartnerflowersandgifts.blogspot.com/). They might as well put my blog and photography addictions to good use, right? If you have time and/or interest, check it out. Here are a few pictures from my time in the greenhouse yesterday.

Hyacinth babies.

Heavenly hydrageas.

Love the colors in this shot.

Can't wait to see what else pops up this season...

Sunday highlights (on Wednesday.)

2010-03-24T14:26:00.000-04:00

In my family, I'm notorious for being late. Ever since I was a kid, I've been a foot-dragging, lolly-gagging, slow-poke of a person. Trust me, I have good intentions and high hopes of being prompt. And in all fairness, I've had moments of shocking timeliness. But for the most part, I excel at being just a little behind.

With this being said, the following includes highlights from this past Sunday...a little late of course.

Will competed in his first Home Builders Association Lego competition at the cathedral. For anyone who knows my kid, he is obsessed with all things lego. It's all he thinks about. It's all he talks about. His free time totally revolves around legos. And I truly believe if we were to study his DNA, we would find millions of tiny rainbow colored building blocks. He's the lego kid. (And he's the one in the black t-shirt in the bottom left corner).

Sam had a hard time sitting still during the competition. Thank God we found vendors at the show who 1) tolerated small people with hundreds of random questions and 2) had candy.

Will took home the blue ribbon in his age division with his lego home, car and greenhouse (way to make the family proud, buddy!)

The highlight of my day was spotting Florida Susan Patton's sister, Judi. She said she recognized my kids right away from pictures she's seen on this blog and I recognized her right away from photos I've seen on her sister's blog (see 'Life in Color' to the right). None of us are safe anymore, are we !!!? But what a wonderfully, small world this is. Judi, it was great to meet you!

The highlight of Sam's day: getting a free rubber eyeball from Judi. Correction, getting two free rubber eye balls, since he launched the first one somewhere into the room of vendors in the basement. Nice. And speaking of nice, check out Sam's mouth. I need to start posting a weekly injury report. More on that later.

Judi, you don't know how much joy you've brought my family.

Hope everyone is having a joy-filled day as well!

luncheologie with auntie.

2010-03-22T21:09:00.000-04:00

I had lists of things to do yesterday. Laundry. Clean. Grocery shop. Conquer the mountain of school papers which is a day short of being as tall as my fridge. I needed to just spend a whole day buried here at home. Naturally, I ditched my domestic responsibilities when the phone rang with an invitation for lunch with my Aunt Laurie. We had much to catch up on, you see, which is far more important than silly laundry and even sillier piles of paper.

For those of you who don't know her, Aunt Laurie is the brain and beauty behind Pepperberry's (see blog to the right) the little shop of eclectic treasures in New Wilmingon, PA. To me, Laurie is the MacGyver of all things home-related. You give her a paperclip, a rubber band, and a roll of duct tape - she'll turn it into a living room full of exquisite decorations and a delicious dinner for 12. She's just that good. Her insides are loaded with creative magic. She is enthusiastic and bursting with one-of-a-kind ideas. And that energy is contagious. You can't help but want to go along for the ride because she just makes it all look so fun. Oh, and did I mention her wit? It's as sharp as her taste. Between me and you, I don't know how she stands to be with herself sometimes!

Aunt Laurie and Uncle G. headed east to a suburb of Philadelphia this past weekend to check out a place called Terrain, a greenhouse owned by Anthropologie. Aunt Laurie came home with a trunk full of treasures. Here are a few shots of her finds.

Lavender topiaries.

I couldn't take my eyes off these...or my nose out of them.

At one point I even considered eating one.

Flowering lavender.

A skirted flower bucket from the U.K.

A sweet little hyacinth.

Ranunculus.

Look at those delicious layers

and that soft color.

Ridiculous.

A sweet little fern.

Oh, and check out this arrangement. Auntie made this in a class she took while at Terrain. Can you stand it? I just love the hydrangeas and the poppies. I have no idea what the other things are...but I love them too.

I love anything on a vine.

And things that dangle? Heavenly.

One more shot of that. Yummy.

On the way out the door, I started taking pictures of things I love around Aunt Laurie's house.

I love this crazy twisted tree. It's like wild hair...

Speaking of which, Laurie did not want her picture taken.

Doesn't she have lovely hands though?

Aunt Laurie has a soft spot for old benches. This is one of my favorites.

And this one too.

I want to do a photo shoot in her yard sometime.

There's just so much to look at.

Love the blue chair.

Love the aunt more.

Happy first day of spring!

2010-03-20T23:21:00.000-04:00

It's official! Spring has arrived in Western PA and my face hurts from smiling! Here are a couple pictures taken today at my mom's house, where we went to enjoy the weather, the flowers, the swing, the birds, the trees, Enzo the cat, the company of my mom (to the grandkids she is known as 'Aiya', pronouced I-yah), the neighbor's brownies, the grass, the peace and quiet...there really wasn't much about today you couldn't enjoy.

Mom's pal, Enzo the Cat. He's just shy of 70 years old.

No wait, my math is off, he's closer to 12 or 13.

But he acts like a geri-cat.

I secretly wonder if my family is full of closet pyromaniacs. From oldest to youngest, we can't help ourselves. We love burning sticks and leaves, bark, weeds, whatever we can pick up and throw into Mom's little firepit. We probably need an intervention, but we're all too busy watching things burn.

My new favorite thing to do with my camera is to lay it on a surface and start shooting without looking. I love ground level shots, but don't always have my play clothes on, so this technique works great at those moments. Love the moss on the stones out front of the house.

Another ground shot.

Once again, I held my camera against the base of a gorgeous oak and started shooting. Look at all those delicious nooks and crannies!

The watch cat.

Happy spring, everyone!!

Spring is here!!

2010-03-19T20:48:00.000-04:00

The last few days have been GLORIOUS. We have been outside as much as possible, burning off energy from the brutally long winter. We are lucky to live near our cousins, who make wonderful outdoor buddies. When the Pattons pair up with the Lenharts, there are a total of six kids. Five energetic boys + one sweetheart of a little girl. Pictured above is the youngest of the Lenharts, Miss Elyse, who was showing off her pigtails.

This is what five little boys look like running in the field between our houses. Oldest out front, youngest in back. It's exactly what I imagined when we first entertained the idea of building houses near each other years ago.

This is Ryan (age 7) who is always up for any challenge or dare. Here, he has agreed to run back and forth in the yard while I photograph him. He was hilarious and I had a hard time taking pictures of him because I was laughing so hard.

Dare devil Sam was showing off for the older boys (Will, top left and Kyle, right)

Can you spot the tree climbers? Hint: look near the top of this pine!!!

Another pigtail shot!

Sweetness. Love the wind blowing her hair and her sweet little smile.

Love. the. boots.

Elyse, not knowing the answer to the question,
"How'd you get so cute?"

Swings!! Blue skies!! Is this heaven?

Ryan.
This is my screen saver right now.
The feet + the laughing + the blue sky = me smiling.

My little purple friends.

Dirtbag Sammy.

If a dirty face is any indication of how much fun

he had with his cousins, I think it's safe to assume he had a ball.

Welcome, Spring.

I am so very happy to see you.

Randomness from the last 48 hours.

2010-03-17T22:53:00.000-04:00

When I was in high school, I loved Cliff's Notes. You remember them, don't you? Those yellow & black striped paperbacks that summarized various, often lengthy, boring books so you didn't actually have to read them. I never had the patience to sit and read a book from start to finish...you know, because I was too busy looking for faces in the wallpaper design or in my food (see previous post if you need help with this odd reference).

The following is a Cliff's Notes version of the last 48 hours of my life. I don't claim to lead an exciting existence, which is why you should thank me for only posting a few random moments and not all of them.

Our newest BFF in town, Mr. Mike @ Shenango's Four Star Pizza showed my kids how to toss pizza dough while we waited for our order. After a 5-second tutorial (which went something like this: 'Okay, boys, make a fist and catch!'), Mr. Mike had Will and Sam tossing and catching dough across the kitchen. Will even managed to land one on his head...although I'm pretty sure this isn't the way most pizzas are made. Here he is with the dough hat he later wore home. (Sam refused to be in the picture or wear dough on his head because it smelled funny.)

We enjoyed visiting with a former neighbor (Mrs. P) who was in town for the afternoon. She's a rock star in these parts because of her homemade cookies. Mrs. P's daughter Judy and son-in-law Tom were also visiting. They're the kind of people you'd love to kidnap and keep in your family forever. Just good, good people. Judy, if you read this, thanks again for everything. We had a ball with you.

Sam found my razor and tried to shave his face 'just like Daddy does.' This is pretty much what Daddy looks like after he shaves too.

Will got a new pair of wellies. What is it about a kid in rubber boots that I love so much???

Pansies are in at the greenhouse!!! Hallelujah, spring is here!!! This is Grandma Louann holding a basket she just planted. I loved the little pink daisies that were in the center of all the pansies...can't remember the name of them, I just know that I smiled when I saw them. That was right before I snatched the basket out of L's arm and tore out of the parking lot.

{Sobbing}

Parting is such sweet sorrow. I finally gave Mr. Perfect, the above lens, back to his rightful owner, my old friend and new camera buddy, Adam. I tried desperately to convince Adam that I had eloped with his lens and we were very happy in our new life together, but I just don't think he bought it. Sigh. I shall set out in search of my own dear lens now, as I can no longer live without one. (Thank you, Adam, for opening my eyes to the wonders of the 50mm lens. I have so enjoyed my time with it. I'm glad you're my camera buddy too.)

Okay, you still with me? Bueller? Bueller?

I never promised you a joy ride with this post. If you're still reading this, wishing you could somehow get back the time you just lost, well, I'm sorry. That's your own fault. You should've known better than to read anything that began with the word Randomness!!!

Now go find some of your own randomness and have a wonderful time doing it :)

I see faces.

2010-03-16T12:47:00.001-04:00

Do you ever catch yourself looking at something, say a cloud, a section of carpeting, maybe your dinner and swear you see a face? Let me just adjust my straight jacket so I can finish typing. Okay, that's better. Ever since I was a kid, I've seen faces in the most random places. And when I don't see them, I'm making them. Some of you may remember my smiling cup of hot chocolate from winter...

or the apple looking in horror at the apple sauce?

Quite frankly, the face thing cracks me up.

It's one of several odd, yet strangely entertaining things

that go on in my head.

Speaking of which, I believe I hear voices suggesting

this be my next photo project! Any thoughts on that?

Hope you have a great day!

Photography as therapy.

2010-03-12T14:34:00.000-05:00

Photography has become incredibly therapeutic for me lately

and the reason for this just became crystal clear.

It's so simple:

It has the ability to change my perspective.

A mischievous 3-year-old suddenly makes me smile...

And rather than feel irritated...

I feel blessed to have 42 extra pounds of silly in my life.

Ugly winter landscaping suddenly stops me in my tracks,

makes me appreciate it's quiet beauty...

and reminds me of all the good that's just ahead...

Toys and random clutter suddenly brighten my view...

I'm forced to slow down...

and enjoy the little moments before they slip away.
-

What a blessed hobby this has turned out to be.

Toast to great friends!

2010-03-11T23:53:00.000-05:00

When it comes to friends, I consider myself a jackpot winner. I have somehow managed to land a life which is full of fabulous people, one of whom is my longtime friend Tiffany, a.k.a. Tiff.

Tiff and I have known each other for almost 18 years, since our college days at Pitt. During the time we've been friends, so much life has happened. Boyfriends. Graduations. Apartments. Diets. First jobs. Bad hair styles. Quarter-life crises. Vacations. Weddings. Moves. Grad school. Grown-up jobs. Home construction. Babies. More babies. Through it all we have managed to remain the sort of friends who pick up where we left off, not afraid of dormant periods because we know conversation always springs to life when we're together again. Tonight was no exception.

Tiff was in Pittsburgh for a few days on work (yahoo!) which allowed us to get together for dinner. (Tiff, if you ever leave the firm which sends you to my side of the state, mark my words: I will hunt you down and cut your hair into that Carol Brady disaster you had after college. You will be forced to live with the shame of the mama mullet once again.) Now, where was I? Oh yes, tonight we managed to grab dinner at Siba before she heads back to her life in Philadelphia tomorrow.

The following are a few snapshots of our wonderful time together, which raced by much like the 18 years we've known each other.

Candle shot - love the colors in this.

Drink shot. Love the flavors in this.

Tiff's fabulous ruffle blouse and ultra-chic necklace.

I so miss our discussions about fashion!

Lovely ring from husband Steve - a gem of a guy...

...who briefly joined us via texts during dinner...

...and still manages to put a smile on his wife's face

after all these years.

Seriously sweet couple.

Problems of the world were solved.

Well, maybe not so much.

But a problem with dinner was handled smoothly.

And dessert was quite delicious.

Tiff's fabulous cannoli, which I managed to eat most of

(much like I did with her sugar cereal back in the days

we shared an apartment)

My sorbet, made with chunks of mandarin orange.

Not quite as wicked good as the cannoli, but still very yummy.

Check time.

Night's over.

Boo.

My dear friend Tiff, you will never know how much your friendship means to me. And it's not because I want to steal your necklace or any of your other fine jewelry or accessories. But let's say I did....does that mean you'll come back soon to get your stuff??

Tuesdays with Kori.

2010-03-09T22:59:00.000-05:00

We had the pleasure of visiting with friends Kori and Max today (last week's play date was canceled due to Sam's evil and untimely pink eye). Mr. Max, formerly known as Baby Max to our family, is upright and on the go these days, which is so different from our last visit with him. Some of you (or maybe only my mom) may remember the pictures I got of Max and the Colangelo family back in the late fall at McConnell's Mill and nearby Cheeseman's Farm. Max was crawling then, but not anymore!!! He's got his land legs now and can cover some serious territory in a short amount of time! The following are some cute pictures I took of him today. I just love the expression in his eyes, the eyelashes, his chubby little cheeks, and that smile. Oh, that smile. Parents Kori & Dave, you better look. Out. This kid's going to make some heads turn.

Kori and Max, thanks for the visit today. You are truly a bright spot in our lives.

Lazy and stir-crazy Saturday.

2010-03-07T10:18:00.000-05:00

While Dave and Sam took naps yesterday afternoon, Will and I decided to head over to Grandma Louann and Papa Tom's to get some fresh air and burn energy. Grandma Louann and her dogs, Boomer, Moosie and Panda are always so good about dropping what they're doing to monkey around with us. (Pictured above is Panda, the newest addition to the family.)

This is Moosie, trying desperately to look as cute as the new baby.

Big Boomer is always on the outside looking in.

Gentle giant, Boomer, is so good with the little dogs who try to mess with him.

Random picture of winter landscape - love the depth of field and the colors in this shot.

Will just signed up for baseball again.

Guess this is our version of spring training!

Grandma Louann decides to take a swing at it! Will didn't always make batting easy for her either. She earned a walk by getting hit in the face with a snowball. What a good sport!

A little grandma love for the ride home.

Moosie looks forward to some quiet time as we load up to leave.

Thanks G.Louann for the impromptu playdate!

Friday night fun, Sammy style.

2010-03-05T19:51:00.000-05:00

This child can rock a shampoo-do like no other.

fun + filled day.

2010-03-04T19:29:00.001-05:00

We had a fun & full day today. After preschool, Sam and I headed north to New Wilmington for a lunch date. We immediately bumped into one of my favorite creative souls on Earth, my buddy Jill and her daughter Ellie Blue (check out Jill's blog in the list to the right - J. Postema Originals). I just happened to have my camera with me, so I snapped a few shots of these two beauties before we parted.

Then onto lunch...

One of Sam's favorite places to eat: Pizza Joes!

Sam gets points for his attempt at the crust-first approach.

Okay, enough of that.

Done!

And then we were off to visit Papa Sherman

who moved across the street to a personal

care home earlier this week.

Papa's holding up ok, but I think the change

is a bit overwhelming at times.

He says, "I'm laughing on the outside but I'm crying on the inside."

Hoping he's able to settle in soon.

After our visit, we headed up the street to Papa's old place

to continue packing up items that were left behind.

On the way we stopped on the steps of New Wilmington

Presbyterian Church where Betsy, Mom and Papa attend.

I just love those red doors.

The Sherman sign near Papa's door.

Old Glory always hangs proudly outside his place.

Papa clothes.

Box of photos on closet shelf.

A tired Sam models Papa's Jekyll Island cap.

We still have more things to pack up & move,

so I'm sure I'll be taking more

pictures along the way.

Stay tuned for more exciting adventures!

Golden hour.

2010-03-02T19:18:00.000-05:00

You know what I like even more than

my 3-year-old's 8 o'clock bedtime?

Try 7 o'clock.

{high five and victory lap around the living room}

Hello lover.

2010-03-01T18:56:00.000-05:00

My world will never be the same after yesterday.

I am madly in love, completely head over heels,

and unable to think of much else.

Do the words 50mm lens have any meaning for you?

Would you look at the glorious blur around the gum wrappers on my couch?

The sharp focus on the eyes, the soft edges of the ears, cheeks

and chin, and the fuzzy clothing beneath?

My gosh, it looks like his little face is floating in a

dark chocolate bath (I don't want to give him any ideas though.)

I am borrowing a friend's 50mm lens at

the moment and can't get enough of it.

In fact, I'm considering running off with it.

We could start a life together,

me and Mr. 50mm Lens.

There's just one problem....

I would miss these little faces too much...

Date night recap.

2010-02-26T22:18:00.000-05:00

Well, the Pattons made it to dinner! We were some of the only nuts out on the road (well, us and the snow plows). The restaurant was dead, which was really great because our server was bored enough to do things like 'freshen the water glasses'. I had high hopes of getting fabulous photos of our date night...holding hands, toasting the snowy night, but the reality is, I was just too hungry. I got a few pictures, including the one of my little pink friend above. I'm not a big partaker of grown-up beverages, but people, this is a down-right happy drink. If everyone on the planet had one a day, I'm convinced there would be no evil.

These are mini crabcakes that Dave ordered as an appetizer. Poor man couldn't wait for me to figure out the right ISO and aperture on my camera (blame my pink friend) and so dug into the little guy on the end. I don't blame him. These are life changing crabcakes - the best we've ever had. Big buttery chunks of fresh crab were in these little suckers. Good stuff.

The other photos of food I just butchered...do you know how hard it is to eat and snap pictures at the same time?? You'll just have to believe me when I say that the food was outstanding while the photography was not! Hmmmm....maybe we need a do-over???

It's a date!

2010-02-26T09:42:00.001-05:00

My dear husband DP arranged for his parents to come in tonight so we could go out for dinner. As in a date. Alone. As I type, I believe I hear angels singing. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids enough to eat them whole. But a night out? With the guy I adore? Heaven. My analogy for finding the right mate is like discovering your favorite CD of music. You know you've found it when you can listen to it daily, no matter what mood you're in, you can play it in any company without worrying if it's offensive, and you never tire of it. That's DP. He's my perfect mix of music.

We are finally using a gift card to Springfield's given to us by our favorite aunt on the planet.

I can't wait to put on my girl face.

And smell like something other than dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and play-doh.

And wear jewelry

that's not made from Bendaroos.

Oh Lord, and wear completely impractical and uncomfortable shoes.
Nothing screams date night louder than that!

Happy Friday to you all! Hope it's a good one :)

My little artist.

2010-02-24T17:53:00.000-05:00

My little artist, Will @ age 6 1/2.

Creative tools.

Lost in his leprechaun book.

Explaining his work.

Taking a closer look.

Making a final adjustment.

Will, I love your creative little mind.

I've never liked pink.

2010-02-23T11:17:00.000-05:00

Today was supposed to be a special day for Sweet Sam. He was in charge of snack for his class, and with that comes the awesome responsibility of being Line Leader. When you're 3-years-old, there is no greater preschool honor than this. When Sam woke up this morning, his eyes were both a teensy bit pink. I noticed it. Big brother noticed it. But there was no oozing eye gunk or crusty stuff and he wasn't rubbing/itching/complaining. So I brushed it off, thinking it was due to an extra fun playdate + no nap yesterday and a painfully early wake-up time this morning. I even thought it could be because he emptied an entire bottle of shampoo into his bath last night and then complained that his eyes were burning when I dumped water on his head. Who knows? Anyway, off to school he went, with his Ninja Turtle backpack stuffed full of girl scout cookies and pretzels for his buddies. When the phone rang 45-minutes into the school day, I knew his glory was being cut short. Sure enough, Sweet Sam was being sent home. On top of this disappointment we had to cancel a playdate with friends Kori and Max, which we have really been looking forward to. Boo for pink. I never did like the color.

This much I know is true.

2010-02-21T16:21:00.001-05:00

If you ever find yourself in need of a partner in a Girl Scout cookie eating contest, consider me your go-to girl. I don't generally make a habit of tooting my own horn, but in this case: honk, honk. I specialize in the consumption of large amounts of thin mints. I'm a legend in my own circle. And trust me, I roll with some big eaters. It's true, people. I'm that good.

Cops. New Castle, PA episode.

2010-02-20T15:09:00.000-05:00

We had our own version of the t.v. show COPS here today.

The day started out like this:

The husband decided to tackle some important outdoor tasks,

like scoop gunk off the garage floor.

And wash my ride.

The kids got involved too...scooping snow from the yard and piling it in the driveway.

And riding (sort of) bikes in the driveway.

I took pictures of random things like my poor landscaping

that has been repeatedly victimized by old man winter.

And sleeping trees.

After we all went inside for lunch, the following happened:

A car (driven by Bad Guy #1 and assisted by Bad Guy #2) with Michigan plates somehow ended up in our yard.

Bad Guy #1 ended up belly-down on the pavement getting cuffed. Yes. Cuffed. On a sunny day. On my street. Outside my 3-year-old's bedroom window.

Bad guy #2 got cuffed while belly-down on a cop car:

A witness showed up and told police what he saw:

Police then brought in a drug-sniffing dog (no photos available because my husband was yelling at me to stop taking pictures!). At that point, husband went outside to talk with the officers. From what an officer said, Bad Guy #1 was chasing his girlfriend with a gun then spun his car out in our yard. City cops came. Bad guy #1 had weed on him and tried to hide it under his car as he was laying on the ground being cuffed. Drug sniffing dog was called in. PA state trooper arrived. Bad guys were hauled away. Tow truck arrived on scene and removed car from our yard.

Sigh.

I don't like explaining to my children

that not all people in this world are well-behaved or good-intentioned.

And I don't like that crimes happen

even on sunny days

on my street

outside my baby's bedroom window.

New winter obsession.

2010-02-20T08:48:00.001-05:00

Icicles are my new winter obsession. Remember, they're everywhere here now. I'm not alone in my ice fascination either. It's all over the news too. Granted, most of the coverage is about how to best deal with the frozen mess on rooftops and in gutters. People are worried about water damage, leakage, that kind of thing. I'm just obsessed with the shapes and sizes of these winter gems. Am I off my frozen rocker? Quite possibly. This is a picture of my neighbor's back porch from late last night. Before I went to bed, I glanced out the window and saw this impressive ice-zilla. I loved how the light was hitting it.
Temps are supposed to warm up today and the sun is actually going to shine (Western Pa shocker) so these icicles will start disappearing little by little. I'll be okay. I'm ready for a new obsession...like spring clothing and grass.

From Domestic Reflections...

2010-02-19T17:25:00.000-05:00

This was posted by Jora on her blog Domestic Reflections.

Thought I'd pass it along because it's just so nice...love it.

Thanks Jora!

Post #2. Day 2 of Lent.

2010-02-18T13:54:00.000-05:00

I promise to not replace one addiction with another.

Just wanted to share some cool icicle shots.

Above is my neighbor's house (not where the mother of all icicles lives).

This is how life pretty much looks right now.

We live in the land of ice and snow.

The sun is shining and the icicles are especially drippy today.

This last picture I threw in just because I love kid feet. Sam decided to change into shorts and no socks today after school (by the way, my husband and mother-in-law will stroke out when they see this as they share the core belief that bare feet = instant pneumonia.)

Sigh. I'm really looking forward to summertime.

Exciting events during Lent.

2010-02-18T10:18:00.000-05:00

Well, as two of you already know, I have decided to give up facebook during Lent. Forty days of facebook-free existence. To those of you who are not involved with the social network, and to those of you who have any self-control whatsoever, you will wonder why this is a big deal. For me, it is monumental. I once fought the idea of joining facebook. But then once I did, I was in-love! It has been a ball. I've reconnected with old friends, coworkers and distant family members, and I've connected with neighbors, friends and family who I see all the time. It's been wonderful. Too wonderful! Wonderful enough to let my laundry take over my basement. Wonderful enough to let my kids watch just a little (or a lot) more tv while I look at one more album of pictures. Wonderful enough to let mail and newspapers stack up....the list goes on! I'm an addict! So, in light of this I have decided to take a much needed break from it and plug back into the things I should be doing. Here are the highlights from Day One (yesterday). Pictured above: I found my dining room table (and yes, it needs some TLC from all the matchbox cars that have raced across it!)

I made beds.

I studied icicles.

I read a little.

I sat and listened to the clock chime.

I read some more.

And I cooked. Something from scratch (gasp). This, by the way, is the last of the blueberry bread that I made myself for my birthday on Fat Tuesday. I alone have eaten the entire thing. Don't judge me, I'm a recovering facebook addict remember?!?!?

Wish me luck! Only 38 1/2 more days to go :)

Winter games.

2010-02-15T14:53:00.000-05:00

This morning on the way to school, the kids and I played an intense round of 'Find the Biggest Icicle'. This is a new game in these parts...mainly because everywhere you look you can find one. These pictures were taken this morning looking out our bathroom window. Not award winners in the contest, but still impressive. I will attempt to venture into my neighbor Lynnie's yard where the mother of all icicles is living. It is crazy big.

We are expecting more snow starting tonight...I'm sure the icicle game will continue for a while too. We'll keep you posted on our latest findings. Until then, stay warm!

Happy Valentine's Day!

2010-02-14T11:17:00.001-05:00

Here's the card we gave Dave for Valentine's day. The kids were jumping all over him in bed and yelling "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy!!" How can you not love a wake-up greeting like that??

Saturday coffee with Papa

2010-02-13T18:11:00.000-05:00

This morning, Papa and I enjoyed some coffee and doughnuts together. He is home from the hospital, but remains pretty weak. Despite this, we had a nice time together. Mom came a little later, so the three of us got to catch up before I headed home.

Papa looking through some old photographs and reminiscing.

Papa enjoying a mid-morning snack (Wendy's frosty-yum!)

A picture of Papa and Bukky (the name we called my grandma, which she never cared for) taken at Jekyll Island, GA, where they spent many winters.

Mom, wearing an old ring of Bukky's, looks through an album she made for her parents.

I love this picture of my grandma (on left) sipping tea with her two sisters.

Papa's favorite red chair, which he inherited from his brother-in-law Johnny.

Bookshelves in Papa's living room.

The wooden cars that my Uncle Dean designed and made in high school.

Papa was and is still so proud of him.

Each day, Papa takes his own blood pressure and checks his weight. He's always been so good at keeping records and taking care of health issues.

Papa's oxygen, on standby.

A book that sits on an end table.

Papa, thanks for the coffee talk today. I love you.

Sam and his card.

2010-02-12T17:07:00.001-05:00

I know I shared this card with you already, but I couldn't resist the urge to post this picture of Sam holding the finished product. Makes me smile.

Happy Valentine's Day, all!

Lego card - Will, age 6.

2010-02-10T15:18:00.001-05:00

Will and I collaborated on this lego valentine a few days ago. He made the heart with a handful of red legos, we attached Sam's 'Happy Valentine's Day' message (see previous post) to it and I snapped the picture. After Will's final approval, we printed a batch and attached them to plain white cards. In assembly-style fashion, Will sat at the table and carefully wrote his name in each of the cards, sometimes adding an extra drawing of a lego guy or two. He's so excited to give his friends something he created. I'm thrilled that he took such an interest in designing it and it so reflects him at this age.

Nice job, buddy. I love you more than you love lego building.

Valentine's Day preparations.

2010-02-02T23:18:00.000-05:00

Today I got the idea to make valentines for my kids to give to their classmates when they exchange cards this year. I generally don't make too big a deal out of this holiday. In years past, I've been content to let the kids pick whatever boxed bunch of super heroes they feel like giving (or what's left over at the dollar store the day before the party). This year I'm going a different route - using my photography to help make the holiday a little more special.

So my idea for Sam's card started above, with a heart-shaped collection of red cars, trucks, tractors and trailors on an old family quilt. (As some of you know, nothing says Sam Patton like a handful of matchbox cars.) After I formed the heart, I started taking some close-ups of the vehicles. I began to wonder if I could piece them together to form the shape of a heart in a collage.
Once I roughed in the heart shape, I snapped a few pictures of Sam to fill in the gaps:

Here is the finished product:

The back of the card reads

'Happy Valentine's Day to you!

Sam Patton'

Tomorrow I will attempt to create Will's lego themed valentine

(or I will throw in the towel and head to Dollar General).

Stay tuned!

Hospital time for Papa.

2010-01-31T01:26:00.000-05:00

A few days ago, Papa's congestive heart failure landed him in the hospital for a tune up. I had the pleasure of being with him for a few hours today while my mom and sister are out of town on a church retreat. I arrived at the hospital just in time for lunch.

Papa didn't care much for his meal, but wanted the staff to think he liked it so he stuffed a bunch of pasta into his dinner roll and pushed the beans around. He seemed proud when he heard the aid say, 'You did pretty well today, Mr. Sherman." Old sneak.

Papa told me today, "When I was young, I once saw a picture of myself with a sullen look on my face. I vowed I'd never look like that for a camera again. That's why I always smile." He also tells everyone prior to getting their picture taken, "Ok, now act like you're real happy."

Papa's 'coffee ring' and his poor bruised hands.

Papa made me laugh today. In the middle of our conversation, he decided to call his friend Doug who lives in Michigan. I said, "Papa, use my cell phone, you can't call from the hospital room." He said, "Sure, I can. I just push the buttons." Sure enough, he got through to Michigan.

After lunch, physical therapy brought the 'Cadillac of walkers' to work with Papa. The walker has brakes and a seat which Papa took full advantage of.

The physical therapist told Papa, "No speeding".

Papa said, "I'll try not to show off like I did the other day."

This picture chokes me up a bit because it makes me realize just how frail Papa has gotten.

Church friends stopped by for a quick visit before heading off to see the movie Blind Side. Joe, on the right, just turned 90 last week(!!)

Papa, I know you probably won't see this blog post, but I hope you know how grateful I am for our time together today. I love you very much.

Sick day.

2010-01-26T10:48:00.000-05:00

Will is home from school because of a bug du jour. He developed a fever on Sunday night, complained of various aches (head, lower back) and just seemed a bit off. Yesterday he had a steady diet of tylenol, took a very long nap in the afternoon, and went to bed at his normal 8pm. This morning he was temperature free and had plenty of energy for a pre-breakfast brawl with the little brother. Amazing how that happens! Despite appearances, I decided to follow the 24-hours-without-a-fever rule and keep him home one more day. Tomorrow he can return to the workforce. The following are some pictures the kids wanted me to take of them playing with their toys.

Will's Star Wars lego guys (he would like me to tell you that they are clone troopers). I'm loving this camera's ability to focus on one thing (see the couple guys in the center) and leave the rest of the image a little blurry...

And here we have Sam (desperately in need of the haircut which had to be cancelled because of the sick day) with his domino creation.

(Again, loving the clarity in the center with a bit of blur on top and bottom...)

Hope you are all staying well!

Lunch with Papa

2010-01-22T21:22:00.000-05:00

Sam and I joined Papa Sherman for lunch today, something I wish we'd do more often. Papa is my mom's 91-year-old dad who lives in a small independent living community near Westminster College in New Wilmington, PA (about 20 minutes from me). We always have a lot to talk about when we're together. Papa likes to chat and I like to ask questions. Today's hot topics ranged from fruit cake to photography, and much in between. Sweet Sam was a trooper and tried so hard to behave during the two hours we were there. He was fascinated by all the things he saw...the row of medications lined up on the bathroom sink, Papa's electric razor and fancy toilet with the bars to hold onto, the miles of oxygen tubing that ran through the house. I had to smile at all the questions he had.

Here are a few pictures from our time together.

Papa's 'coffee ring' as my sister and I always called it. He's worn this for years and likes to tell the story behind it (a cousin made it for him out of petrified wood many, many years ago).

Papa's other fashion staples: a wooden cross necklace, oxygen tubing, and his favorite corduroy shirt.

Papa's home health nurse Deanna stopped in to check on him while we were there.

At one point during lunch, Papa mumbled "It's hell to get old". There's something about this picture...his expression as he looks out the window...that makes me see that.

There is so much that I like about this last picture. I'm an absolute sucker for hand shots, I love black/white photography, good contrast, and bokeh. We've got a little of all that here.

And to my Papa: You are truly one in a million. Thanks for a wonderful lunch date.

P.S. The fruit cake wasn't bad.

Sock eater.

2010-01-19T20:23:00.000-05:00

Back on the job (sort of).

2010-01-17T10:33:00.000-05:00

3am Friday: Stomach flu took this blogger out.

Friday 7am: Calvary arrived in the form of heavenly in-laws who without question, showed up in minutes and acted as pinch-hit parents for hours. Jim handled Will - getting him to and from school while Linda spent the entire day entertaining Sam and checking on me.

Saturday: Husband, who had a very long, exhausting work week, held down the fort without a single complaint. Fed, dressed (sort of) the kids, took them grocery shopping and let them pick out foods (we have an assortment of exotic fruits and bubble gum to prove it), then took them to the house site to put them to work. (Husband would like me to add that he also did the dishes. Thank you, husband for going the extra mile :). For dinner, husband let kids order whatever they wanted from Pagley's takeout. Three-year-old ordered adult size pasta. Six-year-old ordered filet mignon. I now wonder if the kids will wish their Mama is sick more often.

Sunday: This blogger has been upright for three hours straight, had cup of tea and piece of toast. Things are looking up.

Now, let's hope the others stay well (fingers crossed).

Tweet treat.

2010-01-11T19:41:00.000-05:00

I love, love, love this little birdseed wreath. My ultra-creative, bird-loving sister made this (along with a fabulous square wreath for my front door) for Christmas. It pains me to put this work of art outside, but I know the birds could use a pretty little snack right about now. Hopefully they'll enjoy dining on it as much as I have loved looking at it.

(Thank you, B. This was one of my favorite Christmas gifts because I know you made it :)

Day 3: Canon Project - Good old chair.

2010-01-10T14:39:00.000-05:00

While I continue to play indoors with the camera, here are a few pictures from today that I really like. This is an old chair that belonged to my mom's family. Not sure the exact history behind it, but I know that I've come to really love it. Right now it sits in our bathroom and serves many purposes. From holding mounds of towels and clothing, to acting as a step stool, to supporting parents who sit patiently during bathtime and potty-training. Each chip and scuff has a story, many I can't recall. I just know it's been a good old chair.

Oh heavenly day.

2010-01-08T20:21:00.001-05:00

I had no idea how much a man in brown could look like an angel

until I saw UPS pull up in front of my house today.

Meet my new baby, a Canon 50D.

At 1:35pm today, she arrived in a box weighing 7 lbs, 1 ounce.

While we continue to get acquainted,

I'll leave you with my favorite shot from our first day together.

Sweet Sam and his starfish.

Happy dance (photos to follow)

2010-01-04T22:16:00.000-05:00

Estimated delivery date: this Friday!!!

Can I get a woo woo!?

Following your star.

2010-01-02T11:37:00.000-05:00

For years now, we haven't had a topper for our Christmas tree. Looking back, I always felt pressured to have the perfect something (which is silly considering we had a foil-covered cardboard star on our tree when I was a kid). Anyway, I think my 6-yr-old finally got tired of waiting for me to decide on something, so he took things into his own hands this year. Off to the craft box he went...paper, scissors, crayons, tape, and googly eyes. What more do you need, really? He ended up creating this wonderful topper: a grinning gold star with wide-eyes and out-stretched hands. And we all loved it. Throughout the month of December I found myself stopping to admire the little star. I love his expression - so upbeat and full of encouragement. It's as if he's reaching out with a high-five, a pat on the back, or a hug. Something each of us could use at some time or another, especially during the holidays.

But what I love most about the star is the significance it holds for the Christmas season and for each of us in the year ahead. From the story of the birth of Christ, we know that the wise men followed a bright star to find the baby Jesus. The wise men never questioned the path or the length of time they had to travel...they just followed. On a much smaller scale, Will had the idea to create a star and did just that. No questions asked. Done.

As 2010 begins, I hope to do the same. Without digging in my heels, without having all the answers, and without fear, I hope to quietly and faithfully follow my star. I'm not sure where this path is taking me, but I have to trust that it's where I need to be.

In 2010, my hope for you is the same. A bright star. A path to follow. No questions.

Happy New Year!

Silly makes for good company.

2009-12-26T21:18:00.000-05:00

When my mom stopped over to drop a few things off tonight, I don't think she had any intention of staying long enough to take her coat off. Before we knew it we were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing and playing with Bendaroos (those colorful waxy sticks you may have seen advertised on t.v). Will and Mom made some beautiful Bendaroo jewelry and I made a fabulous pair of reading glasses. Happy hour quickly turned into silly hour and once the camera came out, it was all down hill from there...

Trying to act like a scholar (pfft!!)

Mom joins in.

Trying not to laugh...

My husband Dave, who was only trying to watch the game, was forced to wear my fabulous new reading specs.

Even Dave can't resist the urge to smile in the Bendaroo glasses. Here's a good chapter...wonder if I can pick up some tips? Or not.

Hope you enjoy a little silly today.

House update.

2009-12-21T18:45:00.000-05:00

A few of you have asked for an update on the house - here's a picture from this morning (brrr...) with some fresh western PA snow and gray skies to coordinate with the Hardie Plank. I'm sure you're wondering how I managed that one!

Good news: we are finally closed up. Yahoo!! My mother-in-law has been very concerned that wild animals (specifically deer, raccoons and groundhogs) will get into the house and make themselves comfortable for the winter. She can relax now - they cannot enter without a key (and neither can she! ;)

Happy Birthday Mama!

2009-12-18T20:57:00.000-05:00

For the last few years, Papa Sherman (my mom's now 91-year-old dad) has coordinated a birthday dinner for my mom the week before Christmas. We celebrated this past Wednesday night (although today is really her special day!). Here are some pictures from the night.

Mom and her Papa.

I like this picture of Papa (with his beverage of choice - a cold O'Douls.)

Christmas tree at the restaurant.

Mom with her five grandchildren.

It's a bit of a challenge to get a decent picture of everyone -

this was about as good as we could get that night.

From left to right, niece Mary, my Sam (up close to camera), nephew Morgan, Mom, niece Elizabeth (or E.B. as we call her) and my Will.

The kids rushed to assist "Aiya" with the gift opening.

I'm a sucker for hand shots.

Papa and my sister Betsy watch as Mom gets ready to blow out the candles.

There's something about all the hands around the cake in this last picture that I love - they tell such a story...Papa always drinking his decaf coffee with dessert, 3-year-old Sam with his elbow on the table, Mom holding her hands on her lap, the kids across the table, playing with gadgets, candles, and whatever else is available...this is such a snapshot of our gang.

Happy birthday, Mom! I love you :) S.P.

And how did your day begin?

2009-12-17T09:35:00.001-05:00

Ho ho ho!

2009-12-13T23:00:00.000-05:00

Sam's preschool Christmas party is this coming Tuesday. I'm in charge of Santa Bowling (woohoo!!) and another game I haven't started yet. I don't know a 3-year-old around that can resist the urge to knock something (anything) over with a ball, so I'm sure the kids will have fun with this. Santa and his reindeer are paper towel rolls, decorated with construction paper. For the reindeer, I traced Sam's hands for the antlers and one of his feet for the reindeer face (if you're a parent of a little kid, I'm sure you've seen this craft.) So very cute.

I forgot how much I love googly eyes. (Probably because mine look a little like this every year at this time!)

Still at it...

2009-12-12T22:57:00.001-05:00

Procrastination at its finest.

2009-12-11T22:38:00.001-05:00

Christmas is what, like two weeks from today? Am I ready? (hint: no). I have To Do Lists for my To Do Lists. And yet I sit and take pictures of angry turtles, mini pirates and whatever that other muscular thing is. I got a new photography book in the mail today and was reading about depth of field, f stops, and other exciting picture-taking stuff. Tomorrow I will get to my To Do List. (Or maybe I'll just take a picture of it.) Good luck with your preparations, friends :)

Lessons in child photography.

2009-12-08T20:28:00.000-05:00

I had the pleasure of spending yesterday morning with one of my favorite people on the planet, my good friend Kim (a.k.a. former roommate, former co-worker, former fellow grad student) and her two beautiful kids. Kim was hoping to get a picture to use in her Christmas card, so we agreed to meet at her house, which is about 30 minutes north of here in Hermitage, PA.

To describe Kim, she is the classic white shirt in my closet of friends. I can take her anywhere, she goes with everything, and I never get tired of her. She's the kind of friend who doesn't care if your hair or your life is a mess. The kind who can fool your parents into believing you only associate with respectable people. The kind who makes you believe you look skinny the same week you give birth. The kind with a solid internal compass who always seems to know which way is up. She's the kind of friend who makes you glad you took a crappy paying job because it meant your paths crossed and you ended up with a million memories and a friend for life. She's just that kind of friend.

Kim's babies are as cute as Kim is fun. Her first-born is son Spencer, a bright-eyed three-year-old who is bursting with questions and giggles, energy and spirit. He's the kind of kid who makes a photographer wish for a second (stronger) cup of coffee and a higher speed lens. He's all boy and an absolute blast.

Little sister Sydney, who celebrated her first birthday in October, recently discovered her land legs and is a girl on the go. She has the face of a doll baby, perfectly round with wide-eyes that take everything in. When she smirks, you get a sense that there's an inside joke that you're not quite getting.

Now that you have the background on these faces, let me share my ah-ha! (or should I say duh-ha?) moments about child photography from yesterday. Just as in raising kids, I realized that it takes a village to photograph them. In order to get even a half decent shot of a child, you need to be able to quickly shift into any one of the following roles: clown, athlete, school teacher, negotiator, director, comedian, sports commentator, magician, animal tamer, hairdresser, wardrobe assistant, fashion guru, set designer, therapist, playmate, artist, coach, and chef. There is rarely an opportunity for a still shot. You have to work (and work hard) for every picture you take. I must admit that I felt frustrated at times throughout the morning. I was expecting to breeze in, snap some lovely pictures (i.e. dreamy child sitting perfectly still on doorstep) and head home. Those moments and those images were no where to be found. And the more I pushed for them, the more frustrated I became. I began to wonder if I might throw a little tantrum of my own. And that's when I realized that it was me who needed a time-out. I needed a reset. I needed to regroup. And I needed to remind myself that the big picture is not always about getting the perfect one.

Kim, thanks for sharing your kids with me yesterday. You're a great mom and a wonderful friend. Hope you like the pictures as much as I do :)

The apple doesn't fall far.

2009-11-30T22:16:00.001-05:00

When my sister and I were young, my mom, like most mothers at that time, was the stay-at-home kind. I always remember her being involved in some art or craft project at home or at church. From sewing us matching outfits or crazy stuffed animals (i.e. Frank, the long-legged, green-haired guy), to decorating beautiful Easter eggs or making her own Christmas cards, my mom seemed to have an endless amount of creative energy. Pancakes were never the standard issue round shape in our house...they were animal shaped. Bananas in my lunchbox weren't plain yellow like everyone else's...they had faces drawn on the skins. On special occasions those bananas would even emerge from my lunchbox wearing accessories (i.e. a small pink Barbie comb tied to the stem made for a very glamorous fruit lady--so very funny to me now--not quite so funny back then!) When I started brown-bagging my lunch, there was always a picture drawn on the outside of the bag--one day a miniature Susan was swimming with sharks, the next she was holding onto a single balloon and floating through the air. My mom was bursting with creative energy and she always seemed to find some way to express it. As a kid, I thought she was trying to annoy me. As an adult, I realize she was surviving motherhood. When you're home all day with little people, you can begin to lose yourself in the everydayness of the job. Finding opportunities to laugh and be creative helps you remember who you are, helps you keep a sense of humor about things, and helps to keep things in perspective. I don't make animal pancakes for my kids (yet), but many of my snacks have faces and/or talk with thick accents. For now, my boys find this knee-slapping funny. And thank God for that. It's a life saver for all of us :)

P.S. Mom, thank you. I love you and your creative energy.

More reasons to give thanks.

2009-11-25T22:07:00.001-05:00

This past Sunday I had the pleasure of meeting my good friends Kori, Dave and Max Colangelo at McConnell's Mill and nearby Cheeseman's Farm to take some family pictures. It was an absolutely gorgeous day to be outside...60-ish degrees and blue skies...the kind of day you wish would last a week. Just perfect. The Colangelos are wonderful guinea pigs - up for anything (as in, 'Dave, run as fast as you can back and forth in the field to see what Max's reaction is' and 'okay, now climb through those tall weeds and let's see what the light looks like'). On top of being open to public humiliation, they are down-right good people and even better friends. Here are some of my favorite shots from the morning - I had to leave out the wonderful family pictures in case they are needed for the Christmas card - can't spoil the surprise, right!?

Kori and Max.

Kori has a sweet habit of holding Dave's hand like this.

I'm a sucker for chubby cheeks!

I wish I had a video of Dave throwing Max into the air - Max LOVES this game. Heck, I love this game!!!

Future gent.

View from Mama's shoulders

I love watching the interaction between Dave, Kori and Max. Their joy is contagious!

Walking down the lane at Cheeseman's Farm.

Covered bridge by the mill.

Thanks for the fun day, you guys! And to everyone else, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!