A Walk in the Park

gearing up for Little League . . .

loving the swing . . .

enjoying the sun set . . .

watching this guy do flips . . .

To Have and To Hold

Looking back through all the wedding shots I've taken . . . it's sad to see how many are no longer married. Happy smiling dancing couples . . . but all that's left are the photos.

A Photo = 1000 Words

Like a song, a photo can take you back to a place, a time, a feeling. Needing a photo for my site, it's been difficult to find one. I'm generally on the other side of the camera but I did stumble upon this picture from a weekend getaway a few years back. It cracks me up - so cheesy. We were in Sedona hiking along the creek. Danny wanted me to pose on this rock - literally in the middle of the stream "a la beached whale" And with my hair down (he loves it down) and so voila flashback to the Little Mermaid scene when he's dying on the beach and she comes out of the water and sings AAAAAAAAAAAA. Here's the kicker . . . I can't sing (I sound best with the vacuum roaring or the lawn mower going) The Ariel impression was so not happening! But I like this photo because I was happy, being goofy, laughing with my husband.

Treasures in the Archives

Been digging through old photos lately and stumbled upon these. Her giggly smile, his snug hug, her little pout, his longsuffering expression. . . big brother and little sister.

Photography - Rule of Thirds

Assembling a group of photos together, I realized I'm stuck in a "mug shot" rut. So many are direct and center. Granted some are darling mug shots but I could improve by framing the shots a bit differently.




The Rule of Thirds creates more interest and keeps you looking at the photo a bit longer.



This last photo is more interesting . . . is it the framing? or that fact she's such a sassy cowgirl??

Sports = Pain and Suffering

FACT:
If you are determined to teach your son not to be afraid of the ball you will bloody his nose. Every time. Murphy's Law. My husband is trying to teach our youngest not to be afraid of the baseball. He keeps turning his head away when catching. They head out to the yard for a special practice session to focus on this. First pitch and WHAM. Blood gushing. Accidentally of course - his head was turned so yeah he missed catching it. "Suck it up buddy. You got hit in the nose. That's the worst that can happen. You lived. Now lets play ball." Problem solved. Every moment is teachable apparently.

FACT:
Don't think at middle age you can keep up with your kids. Not gonna happen. I'm learning to play tennis. As my husband is busy with baseball, my 12 yr old is learning with me. We've been out a few times - it's lots of fun. We can get a little volley going. I'd say we're about equal but he'd probably tell it differently. After one long session my arm was numb, very sore, I tried to shag baseballs immediately following that session and couldn't get the ball across the dirt. Really. Almost paralysis. Does he feel anything? Anything at all? Nope. Nothing but hilarity that Mom is whining and he don't feel a thing. Example #2: We were having a jump rope competition today and Danny hurt his heel. He is now limping and scarfing Ibuprofen. A jump rope injury.

Farmboy

This mom likes vintage and this cutie can do a great Cock A Doodle Dooooo . . . making a toddler photo shoot feel like the walk in the park it was.

Cowboy Bo

One lucky little man is moving into his own room to be decorated in the cowboy theme - thus the commission for art prints featuring the tough dude himself.




We just snapped away. The boys enjoyed themselves at the stables with their grandfather . . . just caught the boys doin' what cowboys do.

Blogger's Downfall

Apparently nothing happened since my last craft fair. Nothing, Nada, Rien. The screen in blank. The blog posts are MIA. There is no paper trail. There is no log of evidence. No pictoral proof. Where's the football? the fabric? the camera? the kids? What happened??? Everything! Holiday fun, dry turkeys, yummy chocolate pecan pies, delicous company, whooping and hollaring game nights, spontaneous family reunions, loud crazy birthday parties, touch football in the rain, snuggles and cuddles through the flu. Everything happened expect the blog posts. Life is full. and God is good.