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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

life lately ...

Life lately:
Long stretches of solo parenting. A teething babe. Spontaneous trips to the beach .... because we can. Lunches outside. Playdates at the park. Wind chimes outside my bedroom window. Chasing the light. Getting the perfect shot. Self portraits with my littles. An afternoon in the garden. Getting our seeds started. Chocolate chia seed avocado pudding. Life is short, lick the bowl. Walks in the woods. Chalk drawings on the front driveway. Neighbourhood kids, calling to play. Feeling like this is home. Thankful Spring is here.

Monday, April 11, 2016

telling our story

 camera set on a timer with interval shots bmbv cnc

photo credit: Katia 

photo credit: Noah 

For the last 6 years I have been dedicated to documenting my children's day to day lives, and it brings me great joy to be able to look back at those moments. But it was recently that I started to realize, that I am hardly in any pictures with the kids. Somewhere along the way, Winslow stopped picking up my camera and getting me in the shots. Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking him to. So somewhere along the way, I just stopped being in the pictures. It may not seem like a big thing, but it kind of is. 

Not only do I want my children to have pictures of me, but I also want to be able to reflect on my self too. I want to remember what these days, what these moments felt like for me too. I want to have those memories for myself as well
A few weeks ago, out of the blue, I decided to take a photo of myself holding Wesley, because it was a perfectly warm and cozy moment that I wanted to capture. To set up the shot, I fixed my manual settings, and then stretched out my arm above my head as far as it would go and snapped the shot. 
Once I uploaded the image and edited, I was instantly attached to what I saw. It was very emotional for me, to see myself and my baby, there in the shot. I decided that I would try to capture more images of myself with the children. 
Then, as if it were meant to be, I was surfing a photography Facebook group that I am a part of, when a woman posted some self portrait images of herself as a mother. Her images and the concept spoke to me, and I was excited to learn that there was a Facebook group, just for mother photographers who do self portraits. 
Since joining this group, I have learned some new techniques and have become inspired to do a better job at telling our story, with myself included in it. The images that I create won't be about perfection. 
Technically, they won't always be good. Visually, things won't look "picture perfect". Personally, I won't always have my make up on, or even be wearing day clothes (yes, jammies and housecoats are where it's at). But they will be about us. They will capture what motherhood is really about. They will be treasures for me and my family one day.

camera set on a timer with interval shots

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

life lately

Easter Weekend:

We travelled to PEI this past Easter weekend, so that we could spend time with family. It was also an opportunity for my mom to finally meet Wesley, which was very important for me.
We stayed at the oh so fancy Super 8 motel, but to our 6 and 4 year old, it was the coolest place on earth! A pool and all you can eat waffles for breakfast? Yes please!
Some special memories ... the E.B. leaving us treats in the hotel room, swimming with cousins in the pool, church service at Nana's church, a yummy lunch at Auntie Rhonda's, an egg hunt, meals out all together!
The kids kept telling me that it was the best Easter they ever had, and I was thankful for the lovely memories we get to bank.


Wesley at 3 months:

I never put you down for your naps, I either lay with you or carry you. You don't have a crib.
I pick you up at your first cries, the only exception is when we are in the car and I can't reach you that very moment.
I laugh at the mama I was 6 years ago. Worried what others would think of my parenting. Worried that I may be spoiling my then baby by not pushing independence on him. Oh I laugh at her. Not in a mean way of course, but in a knowing kind of way.
My parenting has grown and evolved over the years. With Wesley being our final baby, I just want to hold onto each moment, to take him all in. To savour him.
He is now 3 months and is all kinds of cute. He now laughs at us when we tickle him or talk to him. His face lights up when Noah and Katia play with him. He melts when Katia leans in and kisses him.
He opens his mouth with the biggest, wettest kisses. He adores when Ryder comes over to lick him.
His looks are becoming more and more distinct, and the verdict is that we have no idea who he looks like. He's a "Chatty Cathy", he likes to be read to, and he's into tummy time. He's a little piece of heaven, if you ask me.

Around the house:

After much thought, I was excited to find these frames for the kitchen to display Noah and Katia's artwork. They have a little door that opens up, so it's easy to switch out art. We now have a special spot to display our favourite pieces.
For anyone wondering, they are made by Umbra and we found them at Winners.


Library time:

Somewhere along the way, we made Tuesday our library day of the week. The Wolfville library is one of those special spots that reminds me of days gone by. It's not modern or techy, it's quaint, cozy, personal and familiar.
It's the kind of place where the librarians know you by name, and there is a little foot stool, so that the children can climb up and see the tank full of goldfish (yes, a goldfish tank).
There is a mechanical model display of trains, that gets turned on for the children to watch, and a big lego table to play at.
Once a month, we are treated to an extra special storytime that includes music (one of the librarians plays the banjo and guitar), a special theme and a snack that goes with the theme. Today the theme was chickens, and they had an extra special visitor - a real chicken! I'm telling you, we love this place!


And that is all for now. Life is lovely and I truly am feeling a deep and real sense of gratitude for it all.

Monday, March 21, 2016


I feel as though I just passed the line of a marathon, only I wasn't running, I was parenting.
Winslow just completed a 72 hour work week, and in turn, so did I. It was at times, pretty stressful I must say, as we also had March Break this past week.
I'm tired, emotionally and physically. My muscles ache from carrying Wesley in my arms or in a carrier. My ears hurt from the noise and crying. I'm in major need of some self care. A break. Some time to myself.
Exhausted as I am, I know there are lessons to learn from this.
Late last night, despite being so tired, I was awake for 3 hours. I couldn't get back to sleep, after Katia woke me up asking for water. Even though I had spent all that time with the kids over the past week, I for some reason missed them. As Katia lay next to me in bed, snoring away, I ran my fingers through her hair and over her bare back. As Wesley lay next to me, his tiny sweet body, curled next to me, I rubbed my hand over his soft head, and I savoured it.
I know the days won't always be so hard. I know that they are all growing so fast, and these moments of them being this small will never be again. I know that I would never trade these days, these moments, the good ones and the hard ones, for anything in the world. I know that I am blessed, indeed.