A Big Feat and Some Little Feet
One of the things I most looked forward to when pregnant was tiny, little baby feet (redundant, I know). Soft as silk and toes curled just so. And, while I'm not one to admire feet in general, baby feet are delicious. Plain delicious.
Brayden is now reaching up with those little baby grunts and grabbing his toes. Yay for milestones. I happen to think this one is particularly adorable. You know, because it involves baby feet and all.
And those cute little curly toes, and silky soft baby skin are all a part of my lil' rockstar and his new rockstar moves. He's growing so quickly, already past that sleepy, newborn stage with legs pulled in tight and into the baby stage with feet a kickin' and hands a grabbin'.
And speaking of feet...
I still love afternoon nap times with feet all twisted up in mama's bed. Painted little toes mixing in with curled up babies toes and mama feet in one big sleepy-time mess.
My no-longer-a-toddler-and-now-a-preschooler girl (gasp!), who happens to be growing so very fast as well, is quite a little 'mama' herself. She'll always be the one that made me a mama, and oh how I love her so.
Brayden is now reaching up with those little baby grunts and grabbing his toes. Yay for milestones. I happen to think this one is particularly adorable. You know, because it involves baby feet and all.
And those cute little curly toes, and silky soft baby skin are all a part of my lil' rockstar and his new rockstar moves. He's growing so quickly, already past that sleepy, newborn stage with legs pulled in tight and into the baby stage with feet a kickin' and hands a grabbin'.
And speaking of feet...
I still love afternoon nap times with feet all twisted up in mama's bed. Painted little toes mixing in with curled up babies toes and mama feet in one big sleepy-time mess.
My no-longer-a-toddler-and-now-a-preschooler girl (gasp!), who happens to be growing so very fast as well, is quite a little 'mama' herself. She'll always be the one that made me a mama, and oh how I love her so.
Clearing Out The Stuff
Every once in a while, I get the itch to pitch, the urge to purge. And though that sounds completely cliche, last night I was ready to go pitchin' and purging' through my closets. No stiletto, no halter, no t-shirt was safe. I was tired of 'the stuff.'
And as anyone on some kind of mission into unknown territory would do, I called in reinforcements. My sister-in-law, Crystal, being the victim of that phone call.
She happily obliged and came ready to help, bags in hand. Bags to haul away the battle wounded apparel.
Gray skies carried in thunder storms. The downpour that followed being the perfect accompaniment to the evening's activity.
Once drawers were emptied and items from the closet had been casually flung onto the bed, until my room resembled that of a frat boy's floor, we sorted and sifted, hung and rehung until we could again see the white of my duvet. At times I just wanted to burrow myself into the piles to make a nice cozy home and just live there. It seemed easier than the alternative.
But just a couple of hours later, we emerged, Victors of Greatness, clad with bags more than we could carry.
And my mess of shiny glossy things, hair bands, dewy shadows and creams went from drawers of chaos to an organized system where each item has it's place.
(before photo)
And our fearless cheerleader...
would gallantly march through, checking our progress, and showing off hers.
And today, the only sign of yesterday's assault would be the freshly bathed doll-house people strewn about the bathroom floor. Bathed because they each underwent a major makeover at the hands of my budding makeup artist.
Needless to say, I finished up the process with loads of laundry today, and the feeling of accomplishment.
My reward...
just 'being' with my two precious littles.
I love the way Brayden's hand strokes his sister's shoulder as she reads him a story. Swoon.
They melt my heart, the beginning of every day, the ending to each one, and every moment in between.
And as anyone on some kind of mission into unknown territory would do, I called in reinforcements. My sister-in-law, Crystal, being the victim of that phone call.
She happily obliged and came ready to help, bags in hand. Bags to haul away the battle wounded apparel.
Gray skies carried in thunder storms. The downpour that followed being the perfect accompaniment to the evening's activity.
Once drawers were emptied and items from the closet had been casually flung onto the bed, until my room resembled that of a frat boy's floor, we sorted and sifted, hung and rehung until we could again see the white of my duvet. At times I just wanted to burrow myself into the piles to make a nice cozy home and just live there. It seemed easier than the alternative.
But just a couple of hours later, we emerged, Victors of Greatness, clad with bags more than we could carry.
And my mess of shiny glossy things, hair bands, dewy shadows and creams went from drawers of chaos to an organized system where each item has it's place.
(before photo)
And our fearless cheerleader...
would gallantly march through, checking our progress, and showing off hers.
And today, the only sign of yesterday's assault would be the freshly bathed doll-house people strewn about the bathroom floor. Bathed because they each underwent a major makeover at the hands of my budding makeup artist.
Needless to say, I finished up the process with loads of laundry today, and the feeling of accomplishment.
My reward...
just 'being' with my two precious littles.
I love the way Brayden's hand strokes his sister's shoulder as she reads him a story. Swoon.
They melt my heart, the beginning of every day, the ending to each one, and every moment in between.
Sunday Citar
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The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
~Henry Miller
I wish I could take you on a photo journey through last father's day where we thoroughly, and I mean thoroughly, enjoyed each grain of sand under our toes and each wave that rippled over our bodies and splashed up on the shore. Show you the kind of excitement that made our lips turn up with pride as we conquered the monstrous sand dune, our little She-Ra triumphing over us all. And the laughter that bounced out of our mouths and onto the wet sand as we frolicked, yes frolicked, to the backdrop of an orange and purple sunset.
We were all wrapped up in our own indescribably magnificent world.
And though I don't have the photos to prove it, save these three that I pulled from my memory card before it's bereavement, I still have the memories, the joyous memories.
(If you look closely, you can see the people, the tiny little people on the top of the hill... it will give you an image of just how monstrous this sand dune really was.)
These memories will forever be with me.
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Purging and Enjoying
I sit here, freshly showered and feet propped, my two littles both contentedly asleep, the way a good night should begin. And yet, something is wrong. Not everything is in it's place. A part of me, something so dearly important to my heart, is missing.
It may sound silly, and frankly kind of is, but one of my memory cards, with photos from our amazing and adventurous father's day and many more of our sweet little family events (because we make almost anything around here an event), is missing. Gone. Lost. And though I'm remaining as hopeful as I can that I'll find it, I have yet to do just that and it's bothering me. Like something precious has been taken from my grasp.
So, while we're overturning every couch cushion and emptying every tote, I decided to do some purging of the memory cards I still have in my ever-tightening grip.
In doing so, I was reminded of the joys of summer, a season I'm passionately in love with (though the dawn of every new season is just as tantalizing). And, for a moment, the sad state of those lost photographed memories are forgotten.
Here's just a small infusion of that happiness that been floating around my disc space lately.
{Swimsuit gardening with our beautiful, blooming little flower herself. She's ever-growing and constantly adding to her arsenal of "things she can do on her own." Like, take a shower and put her own laundry away. Every day a little bit more of the baby is gone and more of the girl is mixed in.}
{Sunset drives through a small town.}
There's nothing like the wind bouncing off the concrete and bustling your hair as you drive over small town bridges at sunset, inhaling the oranges, reds and blues of the quickly fading sky.
It's like taking in a giant rainbow popsicle.
Refreshing.
{Friends and babies. My baby and my friends. They get along so well.}
{My rocker man that will jump right in when I say that I need him as a test subject for a photoshoot idea.}
{A great season watching my man swing that stick of steel at flying softballs, pitch near-perfect games, team spirit and celebrations over ice cream.}
{Milling over the rainbow of flavors, choosing that impeccable balance of sweet and chocolate... yes, chocolate is it's own adjective.}
{Our little helper girl. Skimming out the pool before her afternoon swim. I often forget she's three.}
{Those eyes. They sparkle and glisten, they tell me how much he loves me, they soak up every morsel of information and scream excitement. They really are this amazing.}
Seriously. I didn't do this, it's all him.
And one more little bit of happy, as this evening was my tiniest little fishy's first time dipping past his toes in the pool. He was every bit as excited as he should be... and more. His hesitant feet recoiling upon initial touch, then settling into it. His timid squeal as the waters reached his bulging baby belly, then settling into it. From then on, bliss. Pure bliss.
Summer Swim from Tabitha Blue on Vimeo.
So, do tell of the little things in life that you're loving right now. Because there really is so much to love, lost memory cards aside.
In doing so, I was reminded of the joys of summer, a season I'm passionately in love with (though the dawn of every new season is just as tantalizing). And, for a moment, the sad state of those lost photographed memories are forgotten.
Here's just a small infusion of that happiness that been floating around my disc space lately.
{Swimsuit gardening with our beautiful, blooming little flower herself. She's ever-growing and constantly adding to her arsenal of "things she can do on her own." Like, take a shower and put her own laundry away. Every day a little bit more of the baby is gone and more of the girl is mixed in.}
{Sunset drives through a small town.}
There's nothing like the wind bouncing off the concrete and bustling your hair as you drive over small town bridges at sunset, inhaling the oranges, reds and blues of the quickly fading sky.
It's like taking in a giant rainbow popsicle.
Refreshing.
{Friends and babies. My baby and my friends. They get along so well.}
{My rocker man that will jump right in when I say that I need him as a test subject for a photoshoot idea.}
{A great season watching my man swing that stick of steel at flying softballs, pitch near-perfect games, team spirit and celebrations over ice cream.}
{Milling over the rainbow of flavors, choosing that impeccable balance of sweet and chocolate... yes, chocolate is it's own adjective.}
{Our little helper girl. Skimming out the pool before her afternoon swim. I often forget she's three.}
{Those eyes. They sparkle and glisten, they tell me how much he loves me, they soak up every morsel of information and scream excitement. They really are this amazing.}
Seriously. I didn't do this, it's all him.
And one more little bit of happy, as this evening was my tiniest little fishy's first time dipping past his toes in the pool. He was every bit as excited as he should be... and more. His hesitant feet recoiling upon initial touch, then settling into it. His timid squeal as the waters reached his bulging baby belly, then settling into it. From then on, bliss. Pure bliss.
Summer Swim from Tabitha Blue on Vimeo.
So, do tell of the little things in life that you're loving right now. Because there really is so much to love, lost memory cards aside.
Just Because.
Just because a spontaneous after dinner wish from our young little fairy was met by a mother's desire to grant her wish. Just because a decadent bite of chocolate sounded like the perfect night cap to a delicious bar-b-que with friends. Just because we love spending time together, my little razzle-dazzle girl and I baked into the evening, delaying bedtime like good mamas sometimes do, and made a quick drive up to the store together for the only right accompaniment to chocolate cake... milk.
Just because rich chocolate cake would make a great birthday cake, we lit candles and invited everyone to join in on a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday to Everyone," though it was nobody's birthday.
And just because I left my camera's memory card with all of our Father's day photos at my office, and my family is too cuddly this morning for me to leave their side to go get it, those pictures will have to wait for another time to see the light of day.
I hope you find the moment to do something "Just Because" today!
Just because rich chocolate cake would make a great birthday cake, we lit candles and invited everyone to join in on a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday to Everyone," though it was nobody's birthday.
And just because I left my camera's memory card with all of our Father's day photos at my office, and my family is too cuddly this morning for me to leave their side to go get it, those pictures will have to wait for another time to see the light of day.
I hope you find the moment to do something "Just Because" today!
Rockin' It.
We recently had the pleasure of shooting the Rusty Wright Band just before they head out for their European Tour in a couple of weeks. They totally rocked it, and even serenaded us a bit during the shoot.
I'm thinking next time we need to do a destination photoshoot while they're on tour. Italy would be a perfect backdrop.
We're proud of them. And I'm especially fond of the guy in the blue, in an I-love-you-as-much-as-I-like-to-pick-on-you-banteringly kind of way.
He's my brother. He's also a great father.
Enjoy your time in Europe. I'd be jealous if I didn't love you so much.
And speaking of fathers, I hope you all sucked every bit of marrow there was to be had out of Father's Day. I don't think ours could've been any more delicious.
More on that to come...
Stay tuned.
I'm thinking next time we need to do a destination photoshoot while they're on tour. Italy would be a perfect backdrop.
We're proud of them. And I'm especially fond of the guy in the blue, in an I-love-you-as-much-as-I-like-to-pick-on-you-banteringly kind of way.
He's my brother. He's also a great father.
Enjoy your time in Europe. I'd be jealous if I didn't love you so much.
And speaking of fathers, I hope you all sucked every bit of marrow there was to be had out of Father's Day. I don't think ours could've been any more delicious.
More on that to come...
Stay tuned.
Sunday Citar
Welcome to Sunday Citar! A place where we can all share a piece of inspiration through quotes. Get ready to link up. Here we go!
"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself."
~John Gregory Brown
Happy Father's Day to my incredible daddy who never ceases to amaze me. I'll always be your girl.
To the larger-than-life father of my children, who has a magical knack for loving our kids in this extraordinary way, Happy Father's Day. We love you.
And in true larger-than-life fashion, we spent the morning on hands and knees, dipping paint and writing names to make an oversized, rainbow colored banner to welcome daddy as he came home and entered our living room.
And it certainly was a lively, lived-in, and loving living room today.
I just love watching Aliyah's excitement over planning special little surprises, because she does it with such heartfelt passion. What better surprise than something handmade and from the heart, with the scent of crafting paper, markers and paint as the encore to the tune of this perfectly happy idea.
Makes me want to plan special little surprises everyday. And I think I may just try it.
My little angel, jumping in with reckless abandon, spreading her enchanted love, joy and excitement with each brush stroke and every flick of that felt-tipped ink. Flittering about the room, from one side of the smooth paper to the other, making sure every detail is just as it should be.
It was special, it held a place close to that little beating heart. It was for her daddy.
After the banner was hung with care, the bottles of liquid color were capped off and the presents wrapped, we tip-toed up the stairs to settle in for some much needed, and quite delayed, naps... feeling as giddy as Santa's little helpers. And knowing that when it was time for those heavy eyelids to open again, daddy would be home to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
And that he did. In fact, we all did.
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"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself."
~John Gregory Brown
Happy Father's Day to my incredible daddy who never ceases to amaze me. I'll always be your girl.
To the larger-than-life father of my children, who has a magical knack for loving our kids in this extraordinary way, Happy Father's Day. We love you.
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And in true larger-than-life fashion, we spent the morning on hands and knees, dipping paint and writing names to make an oversized, rainbow colored banner to welcome daddy as he came home and entered our living room.
And it certainly was a lively, lived-in, and loving living room today.
I just love watching Aliyah's excitement over planning special little surprises, because she does it with such heartfelt passion. What better surprise than something handmade and from the heart, with the scent of crafting paper, markers and paint as the encore to the tune of this perfectly happy idea.
Makes me want to plan special little surprises everyday. And I think I may just try it.
My little angel, jumping in with reckless abandon, spreading her enchanted love, joy and excitement with each brush stroke and every flick of that felt-tipped ink. Flittering about the room, from one side of the smooth paper to the other, making sure every detail is just as it should be.
It was special, it held a place close to that little beating heart. It was for her daddy.
After the banner was hung with care, the bottles of liquid color were capped off and the presents wrapped, we tip-toed up the stairs to settle in for some much needed, and quite delayed, naps... feeling as giddy as Santa's little helpers. And knowing that when it was time for those heavy eyelids to open again, daddy would be home to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
And that he did. In fact, we all did.
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I would love to have you join the Sunday Citar inspiration and have all of us come to your blog to read what quotes inspire you! Simply write your own post on your blog, link within your post to my blog, and sign up with Mr. Linky below, leaving your name and the link directly to your Sunday Citar post. Just click here if any of that sounds confusing. There you'll be able to get the complete rundown, as well as learn how to link back to my blog if you don't already know how. Take a moment a visit a few participants... you'll be glad you did!
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