I have camped in the mountains enough years to know that it’s never the same trip.
Even if you camp at the same site.
In the same mountains.
With the same people.
Even if you bring the same food and drink the same beer…
It’s different every time.
The last time that we went, (gosh, that was about six weeks ago now), I gave myself a challenge.
My challenge was to use a lens that I rarely bring out and to take photos while I was camping, of the little things.
The kids were in the camper trying to catch a nap and the hubby could tell that I was itching to take a walk by myself. So he offered to stay with the kids while I meandered around the area.
I saw some really neat things that day. That’s not to say that I haven’t seen a pine cone or an old rusty nail before. But I did see the smallest pine cone I had ever seen in my life. And, I crouched in and around an old rusted vehicle from the 30′s that was abandoned next to a swollen creek – surrounded by overgrown forest.
Had I not taken that walk, I wouldn’t have even known that all those little things existed just a short jaunt from where we set up camp for three days.
To me, its really eye opening to look at those photos and think that 99% of the people that have or will camp right where I did – won’t take the time to look closely at their surroundings. It’s too bad too, cause if I have learned anything about life, it’s to take in all the little things while they’re still there to enjoy.
A Day in The Life…
The smallest pine cone I have ever seen. It was the size of the tip of my pinkie finger!
This is just magical to me. I am pretty sure I will frame this one (above) in the studio.
And to think, this could be a massive tree someday.
Last, but not least. <3
I don’t even know how to start a post like this. So I guess I better just do my best and see how it goes.
When I bought my first camera, I am almost positive that it was WEEKS before I took my first photograph of a person. I walked around my small home on Lynn Ave. every chance I had, and took photos of things that people wouldn’t even think to look for.
I took pictures of the rings in an old tree stump in our backyard.
I would lay on the grass and get as close as I could to our pansies to capture what it would be like to look at the world from the height of a pansy.
I know it probably doesn’t seem that important to you reading this, but I was looking for beauty in anything at this point. ANYTHING.
I had just lost my Dad and my brother and had a completely different perspective looking at the world all of a sudden. I felt like someone had taken a 2×4 and slammed me in the head as hard as they could, leaving me alone, stunned and hurting – and knowing that I had to figure out how to get my ass up on my own.
Eight years later (tomorrow), to see how far I have come since owning my first camera and finding the beauty in the smallest things, I feel an incredible sense of strength, but I still feel lost.
I have a family that I love with all I have. I have a husband who is my best friend, and sometimes the only person that I seem to have nowadays that knows what I am going through. I have a home that makes me feel whole when I need it most. But you know what? I still feel lost.
I took a passion (photography) and turned it into something I never would have imagined. Owning my own business and trying my best to help support my family is sometimes the most rewarding yet exhausting venture I have ever taken on. But do you know what I miss?
I miss capturing the little things.
I miss the dew on a blade of grass.
I miss capturing a bumble-bee covered in pollen.
I miss taking a photo of the inside of a tulip.
I miss the beauty of a mountain range, and how it can make you feel so small.
I miss doing what I used to do.
So I guess what I’m trying to say, is that from here on out, this blog is going to look a lot different. This is still a place for my clients to come and sneak a peek at their latest session, and a place for people to come and get to know me a little better. But also, it is going to be an outlet and way for me to try and focus on what really brought me to photography in the first place.
The little things.
When I woke up this morning at 6:40 to the sounds of my daughter and son needing my full attention, I was a little less than thrilled. And I know there are some Moms out there that jump right up at the crack of dawn and can’t wait to hold their little ones.
I, on the other hand, cherish my sleep. Big time. After I have my first cup of coffee in me, I am all hugs, trust me! But 6:40am is not my brightest time of the day.
So, I opened up the blinds after getting cups and bottles filled to find that the entire valley was covered in a thick mist. It’s a rare occurance here, and I didn’t even take any photos of it, but it made me want to get outside and take a few photographs.
Once the Bunn (Coffee maker) had dripped enough for my first cup of the morning, I grabbed my trusty Nikon and slipped out on the porch to capture a few shots.
That’s the thing. I was only outside for five minutes, took only a few swigs of my joe, and by the time I came inside – I was ready to be “Mom” again. Sometimes it just takes a few moments to remember what you love and who you are, so that you can return to reality and be your best self for the ones that depend on you.
Ahhhh…A Day In The Life.
I can’t even really remember when I was at Chico last. All I know is that it was when my Dad and brother were still alive and it was well before I turned into a lovely form of “teenager.” :-) So really, I am thinking, it must have been in 1997-1998. 14 YEARS AGO. Wow!
We kind of planned this trip to Chico out of the blue, and I am so glad we did. The Hubby and I went with our friends Tony and Donna Smith for a *much needed* overnight of rest, relaxation, laughs, and of course – AMAZING food!
After a drive complete with snow, sleet, and icy roads, we arrived at our little bungalow more than ready for a drink or two. We met with Tony and Donna and headed down to the dining room where I had the BEST (Seriously, the BEST) Bruschetta I have ever had. Ever. Of course the rest of the meal was absolutely divine, but I swear I can still taste those roasted tomatoes at this very moment.
Really, people go to Chico for all sorts of reasons.
But most of all…for the pool.
After eating myself silly at dinner, we all dawned our suits and sat in the 96 degree water where we laughed and talked shop. When my skin was wrinkled like a raisin, I got dressed and walked the same hall to the same lobby as I had so many years ago.
Its funny; returning to a place after so many years of being gone, and it still feels the same to me. It’s like my own private little sanctuary, which is odd because I have shared it with so many thousands upon thousands of people that I’m sure feel the same way that I do. But when I went to turn the door knob heading out to the pool for the first time in 14 years, I realized - that is the same door knob.
The same door knob that my Dad and little brother turned so many years ago on our little retreats to the mountain hideaway.
It really made me smile
So even though I returned later in life after a husband, two kids, and so many moons later – I am glad to have spent the time there again with the people that I did. I had a blast and felt like I had finally recharged my battery for a bit!
Here’s to making Chico a tradition in my life once again.
Ahhhh….A Day In The Life!
(Note: This trip took place in October 2011. I have only now had the time to sit down and blog about it!)
Fall is by far my absolute favorite season of the year.
When I woke up this morning…the entire valley was blanketed in a thick fog. The kind where it is so thick you can actually see the water float through the air. Not kidding.
Thankfully since I’ve been into getting my rear end into shape…I had a perfect opportunity to go on a walk with my neighbor and bring my camera with me. (Little did she know that I would be stopping every 3-1/2 minutes to take photographs…:-) )
The photos I did happen to capture though are…well…it is hard to believe that they were all taken within just a short mile from my home. THIS is why I live in the country. To experince this beauty that is completely overlooked…especially if you’re amongst Billings’ small high rises like the First Interstate Building. Or the Crowne Plaza. Or a Transwestern Building. Or a Wendy’s.
That’s the thing guys. The world was covered in an Autumn mist. Blanketed in a cool dew that grasped every particle in the air and every leaf and grass blade. Don’t forget that as you woke up and saw this fog, that there is beauty in it. Open your eyes and know that its there…
Ahhhh….A Day in the Life…
For the first time in six years, (Or nine years, depending on who you talk to) the Hubby and I actually celebrated our Anniversary!
We gave the kids to the grandparents and had only one plan.
Spend the night in Lewistown, MT.
So we left town…and on the open road we went! (Though I do have to admit, we stopped in Big Timber because we didn’t bring a map.)
We broke away from the Interstate as soon as we possibly could. We jumped on a road that dove in and over through hillsides, a local road no doubt – and I could hardly keep count of the Meadowlarks so casually sitting on fence posts. We drove that road for – I don’t even know how many miles – and never saw a home, much less people.
Montana is truly untouched.
Especially this part of Montana.
Never again did I want to return to the hustle and nightmare that Billings can be. I know, I know, in comparison to larger cities and metro areas…Billings is practically “small town.”
But the thing is…
That idea that you have about a small town in Montana, nestled between the mountains…
That idea still exists.
There are still ranchers, hauling ass on dirt roads, listening to old Country music with a Golden Retriever barely hanging on to the rear of a flat-bed pickup.
That’s what I saw.
That’s what I witnessed. I witnessed more rainfall than our state has seen in decades. I witnessed the result of that through hay fields that farmers can’t even keep up with. I saw the result through closed roads and destroyed bridges.
I almost crapped my pants in the Judith Mountains while driving down through the canyon. The road was completely washed out (COMPLETELY people)…and we just kind of drove on through. Talk about not seeing a soul! We drove right through the middle of a mountain and DID. NOT. SEE. A. SOUL.
Montana is truly untouched.
Before I close this novel up…I thought that I would share a few more things.
Over the course of this trip (And in less than 48 hours):
We spotted a Peacock at a Ghost Town
Walked amongst ruined buildings that are still standing, in the town of Kendall, MT
Talked up a bartender named “Candy” (no shit!) at the Mint Bar
Ate wild raspberries next to a waterfall
Laughed until we cried
Traveled 550 miles
Saw an archway that led into a trailer house that was made of stacked firewood (Dude…I have a picture to prove it)
Ate amazing sandwiches in White Sulfur Springs
Found where we want to retire
Had the worst Chinese food in history
Stopped or passed through thirty towns
Slept in past 6:00am
And most of all, we remembered why we got married.
We used to drive aimlessly when we first met, and it was driving aimlessly through Montana that brought us even closer together.
Here’s to 60 years from now Honey.
You…telling stories of how we used to do this…
And Me…showing pictures to prove that it’s true.
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…
Yes, it is a full few weeks since the Fourth of July has passed, but I still decided I had to blog about it.
We were lucky enough to spend a few nights in Red Lodge with my family that Friday and Saturday.
I mean, seriously people, who wouldn’t want a few days in Red Lodge next to a goregous creek (that’s “crick” for all you non-locals) eating the likes of:
Stuffed burgers with pasta salad
Scones and fresh fruit
*Homemade* Muffaletta sandwhiches
Marinated Rib Eyes with loaded baked potatoes and Asparagus
Oh – and of course a dutch oven breakfast to send us off with
Not to mention the beers by the fire, etc…
All I have to say about it at this point, is that the hubby and I both needed it. And it was fabulous.
We came back to the Valley on Sunday, which gave us enough time to spend the next few days hanging out at the house. The kiddo was about the happiest I have ever seen him, and Little Miss was a champ like always. Kiddo even took to smoke bombs and fountains! Please, you have to realize, that last part is a huge accomplishment for us! The Fourth is our faaaavorite Holiday. And until the kids are old enough to really enjoy fireworks, we’re kind of lame around this place. Not like a few years ago…
But I digress.
So here are some photos from that weekend. The kids had a blast, we had time to relax and most importantly – we had fun doing it.
Ahhhh….A Day in the Life….
I have always called The Beartooth mountain range “My Mountains.” (Don’t you guys be thinkin all dirty on me…)
After spending countless Summer days and nights wrapped up in my own little world in Silvergate, I have always felt that they are truly home to me.
The hubby and I decided to take the kiddos camping one weekend, just us, as a family. Let me say this…it was my best camping experience EVER.
Normally we’re with a group, and it tends to be fairly large. Family, friends, people we barely know but want to know better…all together. This was so different, and I loooved it.
The entire weekend was unplanned. We decided to head up the pass on Saturday to see the sky high drifts that The Billings Gazette had written about and ended up in Cooke City for lunch. The kids were angels the entire time (go figure!) and by the time we got back to camp, both were zonked! After an evening by the fire we headed to bed and woke up to yet another goregous morning in the mountains.
The pictures that follow are exactly why I love Montana. Enjoy!
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…
I finally…and I mean FINALLY got the chance to take some pictures of the little June Bug last Sunday. It’s funny…you will have hundreds if not thousands of pictures of your first child. If you can manage to keep up and have the same for your second child, you are a rarity!
So here she is…two months and growing like a weed. Her smiles are infectious and practically feed me like a drug. I absolutely cannot get enough of her!
Ever since we had the shop finished (well…finished to the extent that it is now) we have wanted to pour a concrete patio to join the two existing slabs. All winter and all Spring we have had a mudhole that could house three large hippos residing inbetween the house and the shop. Lets just say that it has been less than pleasant.
So for the last month, the hubby and I have been waiting. And waiting. And waaaaiting for the rain to stop. After almost ten inches of rain in the month of May, (a new record) June finally brought us a bit of sunshine!
This last week we spent every evening hour forming up for the pour. With the wind at our backs and the hubbys hard work and expertise – we were ready on Saturday morning for Fisher to show up with the concrete.
Thankfully a friend of ours who does concrete work helped us with the finishing. Without his help, there is NO WAY it would have turned out as well as it did. If you ever need some concrete work done, get a hold of me and I will pass along his number.
So now, we have a beautiful concrete patio running between our home and our second home – the shop. It couldn’t have turned out any better if you ask me! And truly – I can’t imagine all the memories that are going to be made on just a few slabs of concrete. Lots of laughs, lots of skinned knees, and I’m sure – way too many beers being spilled.
Ahhh….A Day in the Life!
Ready for the concrete to show up!
We couldn’t have asked for better weather. It was absolutely goregous out!
Torq. Always gotta have the dogs on the jobsite! (This is seriously one of the greatest dogs I have ever known. LOVE him!)
Thank God we have amazing friends and neighbors that let us borrow big equipment! I would NOT have wanted to wheelbarrow this crap!
Guys waiting for the concrete to come out of the chute.
Kiddo cheesin’ in the wheelbarrow!
Oh yeah baby. Mamma even had her boots on.
I have wanted to clean out my pantry since the little gal was born. I even had a Facebook post about it. “Cleaning out the pantry today!” I am sure it read…
It never happened.
I would encourage each and every one of you to dig through that pantry of yours and bring every single item out onto your countertop. I had rice from 2009 in there people. And we all know how long rice is good for…so it must have been up there on that top shelf for a WHILE!
Here are a few things I found:
- Three packages of powdered sugar. I ran out one time so subconciously I must have wanted to make up for it…
- Popcorn Salt! I had no clue we ever had bought any, let alone that it sat unopened amongst my nightmare of spices. And who doesn’t dig popcorn salt on their popcorn…
- Grapeseed Oil. How and why I aquired grapeseed oil is completely beyond me
- Honey. Kyle has been bitching about having no honey in the pantry for months. It was just hidden behind the Bisquick! I would have bought more but have you seen how expensive honey is? I might as well start harvesting from the hives undearneath my eaves every Summer.
- Pumpkin pie mix. A big ol’ can. This means that I can make “Impossible Pumpkin Pie”. To. Die. For.
So if you’re up for a rainy day adventure…no need to look any further than your pantry full of wonderous items!
Ahhh…A Day in the Life!
I really should have taken a picture of what it looked like BEFORE I took everything out. But then you might think that I am a walking disorganized disaster…
That Orville Redenbacher’s Popcorn? Date from 2009. Who doesn’t go through popcorn?
All I did was go to the bathroom. I came back and the kiddo had reached up for some 6 month old chocolates and dug right into them. I now have dark chocolate fingerprints covering my entire kitchen and dining room.
And…AFTER! Organization, what a beautiful thing!
So I have to admit, I have been a little bit lax in the photographing my own children department. Between returning to work, taking care of the kids, keeping the hubby happy, attempting a clean household, tending to the demands of family in general and trying to maintain friendships…I AM EXHAUSTED!
But, these last few days – I took out the trust old Nikon and snapped a few images of my little girl.
Boy is she growing! I know she has to be close to 11lbs – and maybe she’s that much closer to sleeping through the night. Either way, her smiles are infectious and I absolutely cannot get enough of her. Here’s to hoping I capture some more smiles (and more sleep) here in the near future!
Ahhh…A Day in the Life
Ooooh, I’m gonna knock you out!
This is the face I see about 95% of my day…
Then all of a sudden…a smile!
And here is my grinnin girl! Ahhh, I just LOVE her!
Most of todays generation knows nothing about communication prior to social media. Days when you were tied to the kitchen for a conversation (cause the cord only goes so far)…or even days when the idea of “texting” someone was absolutely absurd.
So yesterday, I decided to take a break from the black hole that is Facebook, but also my computer.
I spent the day cleaning the kids’ bedrooms, doing dishes, planning dinner, chasing after the kiddo outside and trying to get the baby to smile back at me. By the time hubby came home, dinner was ready and the evening was all ours.
As I watched the kiddo play in the late evening sunlight that bathes itself over the Park City fields, I grabbed my camera to capture the evenings beauty. And boy was it beautiful.
Ahhhh…A Day in the Life…
This is the phenomenal view I have outside my studio windows. Talk about an awesome work environment!
It was sooooooo nice to leave the house, camper in tow – heading West to go camping for the first time of 2011!
The weather cleared on Saturday (after a horrendous 24 hours of gusty winds) and the weather couldn’t have turned out better than it did.
The kiddo was in little boy heaven – playing with bubbles (eating them is more like it!) and being pulled around on his four wheeler by Daddy. Little Miss spent the entire time sleeping…it must be something about the fresh air!
Though it feels good to be back home (doesn’t it always?), I am so thankful to have gone and had such a great time. We’re all beyond exhausted, but it was well worth the trip! Here’s to hoping we have the time to go many many MANY more times this season.
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…
Wow, there’s some great lighting in the camper! I couldn’t help but snap a few shots of the Little Miss!
Our little family!
This was soooo hilarious! Kiddo was trying to blow bubbles and he was practically eating them! (I read later on the bubbles: “Solution not intended for human consumption” – whoever wrote that warning must not have ever had a two year old…)
There’s nothing like a Spring storm in Montana.
What begins as a sprinkle of rain, will turn into this heavy/wet mixture that soaks into every pore of the earth. As a Native Montanan…I expect this every Spring. So all of you that have been complaining about it all morning – where have you been? It’ll be gone tomorrow anyway!
Since I was bragging to my awesome Canadian friend Tara about having green grass just a few days ago, I figured I’d better fess up and take a few pictures of the winter wonderland we woke up to this morning! (I jinxed myself girl!!) Lets just hope that this is the last of it…I know everyone is definately itching for some steady warm weather.
Bwahahaha…I highly doubt it!
Proof that we busted out the mower in hopes that Spring had actually arrived! (Jacob’s mower can be seen tucked underneath Daddy’s…always striving to be just like Dad!)
Had to include a picture of the Little Miss sleeping in her swing on this beautiful morning!
My goal for the last few days has been to get all four of us together for a family photo.
It took a few days to make it happen, lemme tell ya!
I had to move the pack and play, find a different place for the Little Miss’ swing, set up the backdrop stands, figure out which backdrop to use, lay down a floor drop, and of course figure out lighting…all while taking care of a two year old and a two week old!
So for this to happen (and for the photo to halfway turn out decent) I was pretty happy!
Ahhhh… A Day in the Life…
It’s funny how when you bring home a baby from the hospital, they are soooooo small.
Two short weeks later, and it’s hard to believe my little peanut is already as big as she is! (I am looking forward to her next appointment when I can see how big she really has grown!)
She is still eating like a champ and even though I haven’t been getting much sleep, I don’t mind waking up to cuddle the little snuggle bug in the middle of the night. (Though four hours of sleep definately isn’t enough with a two year old running around too!)
Here’s a peek of the Little Miss, just two short weeks after she was born!
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…
So the other night – in the midst of sheer exhaustion and hormonal panic – the hubby said, “Go to bed. I’ll stay up with the baby.”
After crying for another five minutes and finally forcing myself to lay in bed, I drifted off to sleep.
Four hours later – no hubby, and I don’t hear the baby. My instincts tell me to go out to the shop.
Sitting in the studio is my hubby. (Baby sleeping peacefully in her portable swing) It’s almost 2:00AM and the hubby is surrounded by skeins of yarn. SURROUNDED.
He looks up at me smiling (while I’m sure I looked to be in full panic mode) and says, “Who needs Hobby Lobby? You’ve got a yarn store right here!!!”
This…is what he did for me.
It is moments like this that I can’t help but go to my secret place and thank God for placing such an amazing man in my life.
Ahhh…A Day in The Life…
There is nothing like being home!
I was so excited just to be back in my own house, on my own couch and sleeping in my own bed. (Knowing full well that there wouldn’t be much sleeping going on!)
And so far, everything has been seamless. Tenley arrived and settled right into our lives like a missing piece to the puzzle. I truly am enjoying every single moment.
So this afternoon, with the help of the hubby, we went out into the studio and took a few shots of our little one.
Here’s just a peek of our little Tenley. If I had to pick one word to describe her, it would be PEACEFUL.
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…
We have never been the type that needs much. We have been blessed with a lot – but never have we been the couple that has to have the newest of new toys or goodies on the market. With that said…
WE HAVE A NEW CAMPER!
We got it for an absolute steal and because we got it for such an amazing price – I won’t rub it in everyone’s faces by actually publishing the amount in the blog. It is THAT good. Lets just say that it retails between $15,000 and $18,000…and we didn’t pay anywhere NEAR those prices.
Here she is, in all her glory. We will treat you well my fine friend. I look forward to many a mountain trip in the future! The afternoon rain storms, the card games, the meals made, the laughs, the time outs (I am sure), and even *gasp*…the muddy floors.
Even with a baby being brought into the world – I guarantee you – we’ll be using you in the next few weeks!
And I CAN’T WAIT!
The hubby and I decided more than a few months back that we didn’t want to have a baby shower. What we did decide though, was that we wanted our family and friends to meet the new baby – complete with cake, laughs, and definately high on my list…beer. (You have noooooo idea how badly I want to down a Keystone Light right now…)
I have had to tell soooo many people in the recent months, “No, we’re not having a baby shower…” and the reply I get before I’m even finished with my sentence is,
“No! You HAVE to have a baby shower!”
Ugh. Don’t make me explain.
For all of you that don’t know my stance on this, I will give you the short version of my long-winded opinion on the subject.
I think that baby showers, once you have already had a baby, are beyond tacky and extremely unclassy. It is one thing if you are having your children 5+ years apart from each other. But if you just had a baby two years ago, you might as well just tell your friends and family – “Get me gifts. I want to open some presents.” Because anyone in their right mind knows that you only need so many onesies, burp cloths and pack n’ plays. If my best friend is having a baby shower three years after her first child (and I don’t care if it was a girl the first time around and now it’s going to be a boy) I am NOT GOING.
I guess the best way to put it into perspective is to put it this way…you’re not going to go to buy another wedding gift for the one person in your family that has gotten married six times are you? No. You’re going to tastefully say congrats with a card. No gift. No cash. Nada.
Same thing with a baby shower.
Back to where I was going with this post in the first place!
The hubby and I are having a family/friend get-together a few weeks after the baby is born. And me, realizing that I need to get my ass in gear, jumps into the invitations first.
The photos that follow are a small window into the nightmare that this project turned into. Oh My GOSH. This little girl better look back on this post and realize full well the effort I put into making these damn things. And to think – I only made 10. I still have another 20 to go!
Ahhh….A Day in The Life…
PS – Please don’t try and convince me to change my stance on the baby shower issue. If you feel differently than I do - sweet. That’s about all you’ll get out of me…
As I sit here enjoying my morning cup of coffee, I am reflecting on the past few weeks – and especially the weeks to come.
The rain is pounding against my back door, being blown in from the West. I think even my window panes are sighing in relief that Spring might actually be here.
And with Spring, always comes change.
All the grass that sat sopping and decayed underneath the snowy drifts will see the sunshine again and sprout new growth. The Meadowlarks will return to these fields and sing their welcome song every morning. Every morning.
See, it really never fails. Just when you think you can’t take anymore – it is like we all get a reprieve. We get a chance to take a breath and realize that it is going to get better.
For me, the fact that we are blessed enough to welcome another child into our growing family is my proof that life can get better – even when you already think it is amazing.
This morning as I browsed through my friends’ status updates on Facebook – a quote that I saw, really spoke to me.
“We are made to persist. That’s how we find out who we are.” |Tobias Wolff|
Everything you have experienced
Everything you are experiencing
Everything you are going to experience
Is making you who you are.
OWN IT. Soak it ALL up. The good. The bad. The sad. The shameful…
Cause you know what you guys? When we are all old and grey, when we sit looking through the window as the winds of Montana bring rain on our back doors – we will be the same people.
Wishing for Spring to come.
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life….
With all the attention in the household on Big Mamma and “Sissy” as the kiddo likes to call her…we decided it would be a good time to give the little mans room a little refreshment.
We decided on Saturday that we would go out and buy a twin bed and start the kiddo’s transition to a “Big Boy Bed” prior to our little one arriving here in a few weeks. (Less to deal with, right?) After making a quick purchase at a furniture store in Laurel, we ran to WalMart and let the little man pick out his own sheets. “Cars” is what he wanted…so “Cars” is what he got!
Well, when we got home – we realized very quickly that his crib doesn’t convert into a twin sized bed, but a full sized. (Insert chosen swear word here…)
I was NOT about to give up. And, I was NOT about to just keep him in his crib. I was determined that he was going to sleep “Big Boy Style” that night, no matter what.
Sooo…hubby and I decided that we would just take off the front of his crib.
As we inched closer and closer to bedtime that night, I ached with horror at the thought of having to deal with a two year old pounding on his door for hours on end.
Instead – after a minor fit – he went into his bed on his own, covered himself up, and slept peacefully all. night. long.
This little man never ceases to amaze me.
Ahhh…A Day in The Life…
Last but not least, I couldn’t help but include a little montage of the little man this morning. He loves his little camping chair and to him, I don’t think anything is better than his blankies, a sippy with some milk and a little Sesame Street.
Being eight months pregnant, I am pretty well rendered useless at this point…no lifting…no nothing. So let me tell you, the hubby slaved ALL WEEKEND getting this room put together.
The furniture (besides the crib) was mine when I grew up. It’s a little bit girly, a little bit sophisticated…and freeking adorable in her room! A huge thanks to my Mom for allowing me to have it for my little girl. ♥
So here are some pictures! I couldn’t wait to show off how cute her room is…she is already one lucky little lady.
Ahhhh…A Day in The Life…