Aren’t these Easter treats just lovely? Auntie Julie sent them to the girls in a care package stuffed to the brim with all sorts of goodies floating in Easter grass. I couldn’t resist snapping a photo of these pretties before they get gobbled up. (Related: the white one with the carrot has already disappeared. Ahem.) [click to continue…]
I stumbled across this stunning portrait project after a quick skim of my Facebook feed today, and it took my breath away. So I want to share it here, in case you haven’t seen it yet.
Dear World, I’m a fan. Thank you for connecting us to these amazing people in such a beautiful way.
This girl is serious about getting down and dirty, even in her brand-new Elsa nightgown/dress. She loves planting flowers with her dad. And, much to his delight, she also enjoys pulling weeds and picking up pine cones.
I can’t even begin to express how ELATED I am that spring is here. My seasonal-affective-disorder-self couldn’t take much more winter.
Lily said it best over the weekend: “It’s a no-coat day! Finally!”
statement necklace // mini planters // bracelets // coin purses
Whenever I need a little boost, I either eat a cupcake or hop onto Etsy and look around. Since I’m in the process of trying to shed my “winter seven,” Etsy is the lower-calorie option these days.
My eye always gravitates toward color. And lots of it. Back in middle school, my favorite outfit came from this store that carried only knit separates in solid colors. I remember it being like a candy store. Blocks of color as far as the eye could see. Mix and match EVERYTHING. I wish I could remember the name of that store! (I imagine it didn’t stay in business very long, despite my patronage.) Picture, if you will, little Suzanne wearing emerald-green tapered pants, a canary yellow top, and a bright purple jacket with perfectly square shoulder pads. All at the same time.
I don’t know what was more unfortunate about that outfit: the color combination, the fact that all three pieces were made of stretchy knit, or that Laura called me “the joker” every time I wore it. Still, I loved it. (Loved it too much actually).
But I sure am grateful that my appetite for color and sense of style have evolved.
These picks from Etsy make me happy and get me in the mood for warmer days ahead. So I file them as favorites and give my inner knit-ensemble-wearing-12-year-old-self a high-five.
Sophie’s shirt got stuck on her head while we were trying to pull it off, and instead of crying she burst into hysterical laughter when I just left it there. So of course I had to tie the sleeves under her chin to elicit even more of that intoxicating laughter that is like bacon for my soul (greedy momma).
Then Lily got in on the action and I hollered to Marc for my camera.
I was trying to mess with the manual settings in this next shot but the room was too dark and too yellow, so I gave myself some grace and twisted the dial to the no-flash setting. My favorite.
My biggest fear with manual photography is missing the moment. Stuff happens so fast with these girls, and I’m anxious to capture it all. Right now, I’m just too slow with the aperture and the shutter speed and the white balance and all the confusing numbers. I’ll get there someday with that intimidating “M” button. Soon enough.
I like this shot though, because in a weird way, it captures me in the moment.
The bath is like Switzerland. Neutral territory. The girls play so well together in that water, sharing and laughing and splashing each other’s butts. (Body parts and potty humor are all the rage in our house right now. I’m not doing a very good job at stopping it because I just can’t help but laugh. Especially at the fart jokes.)
Here is Sophie the Pirate. She always begs to wear Lily’s “big girl headband” after bath, and she yanks it onto her head Keith Richards style. Then she clambers up the little wooden stool and shouts “ARRRRR MATEYS” to her reflection in the mirror. Every single night. It’s irresistible.
The final step before bed (at last): brushing teeth. Sophie is insistent on doing it ALL BY MYSELF MOMMA. Okay, big girl. You got this.
These two. How I just love them.
10. The Coastal Carolina chanticleer’s jaunty toupee.
9. The Tennessee pep band for playing Britney Spears and actually making me like it.
8. Never a line for the ladies’ room.
7. Crazy Mercer fans, especially when they threw streamers from the top deck to the bottom.
6. Actually remembering the location of our parking space.
5. Our surprise seats in the fancy section.
4. BBQ nachos (tortilla chips. fresh pulled pork. cheese sauce. barbecue sauce. in my belly.)
3. Watching Duke lose in person.
2. Watching Carolina win on TV.
1. Spending the day with my dad. I love him. And we love basketball.