These boys are a riot!
I’m friends with their mom and we do their pics every few months. I get a kick out of photographing these boys since they know me so well. Mr. D kept asking where Mr. I was (my son). They are buddies and we get together as often as we can. Both boys are the same ages as my boys so it’s really fun to watch them grow. Baby “T” just turned a year old this week. Mr. D turned three a few weeks ago. They are too cute!!
I hope you enjoy the preview!
hugging or choking, we’re not sure which….
this one is my husband’s favorite. I was editing and he starting laughing pretty hard at this one…
My new theme song…
Totally speaks to me. I totally make mistakes in life and though I try to live as I should, I often fail. So “I will not be moved” explains exactly how I feel lately. I’m not very good with words (if you couldn’t tell by my blog posts, haha) so I like to communicate through music and photos.
Here’s the lyrics:
Natalie Grant
“I will not be Moved”
I have been a wayward child,
I have acted out,
I have questioned sovereignty,
and had my share of doubts,
And though sometimes,
my prayers feel like their bouncing off the sky,
the hand that holds won’t let me go,
and is the reason why
I will stumble, I will fall down
But I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But I will not be moved
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
I will not be moved
Bitterness has plagued my heart,
many times before,
My life has been a broken glass,
and I have kept the score,
of all my shattered dreams,
and though it seemed,
that I was far too gone,
my brokenness helped me to see,
it’s grace I’m standing on.
I will stumble, I will fall down
But I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But I will not be moved
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
I will not be moved
And chaos in my life,
has been a badge I’ve worn,
and though I have been torn,
I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But i will not be moved
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand,
I will not be moved
My middle son’s nickname is “Tinker.” It’s short for stinker.
His true passion is baseball (and football, and soccer, and anything and everything to do with a ball and throwing). Tinker often gets into trouble playing ball in the house and hitting brother and sister with whatever ball he has. It’s an ongoing battle we have with him, but I’m hoping to channel that energy into something more positive. So on Friday before play group I took him to the local ball field to let off some steam doing what he does best. With the baby strapped to my back and a camera in hand, I let Tinker do his thing.
Here’s the results…
That’s what boys are made of….
Mr. J was a delight to photograph. I got the pleasure of photographing him last week. These are the sweetest moments and they pass all too quickly. It was just a year ago that my little guy was born. I’m not ready to have another, so I’m thankful that lately I’ve been getting to borrow sweet little babies so I can photograph them. They are just too precious. I think I’d have a dozen if it weren’t for the whole laundry thing…
I also did a few photos of Mr. J’s big sister while Mr. J was eating. She was dressed in her princess attire and I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of photographing such a beautiful princess. She totally stole my heart.
Thanks B family for allowing me to photograph your beautiful kids. I hope you enjoy your preview!
the big sister Miss “A”
As a mom of a young impressionable girl this video really hit home. Self esteem issues affect almost every woman I know. I battled with an eating disorder while in high school and it wasn’t until a few years ago that I became okay with how God made me. I’m one of the few women I know that is okay with herself. Most every friend of mine wishes they could be smaller, stronger, faster, weigh twenty pounds less, have a smaller nose, etc, etc, etc. Sure there are things we all wish we could change, but in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t really matter. I want Miss K to grow up happy with herself. I don’t ever want her to feel as though she’s not good enough. I hated my body and couldn’t stand the site of myself in a mirror. I figured it out much later that it was because I was taught there was only one kind of beauty (and I was not that kind). It’s sad to think about how many women feel that way about themselves.
So for all you gals reading this
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST AS GOD MADE YOU!
*Oh and don’t watch this with little ones around. It’s got a bit of sensitive material in it.