*don't let Little Man's serious face fool you... he would cry to get back on the pony... I believe he had at least 3 separate rides.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Pony Rides are the Best
I know my blogging has been pitiful lately. The fall foliage has me inundated with photography business, and I spend all my free time photographing beautiful people and editing. But I just had to post some of my favorite pics from today's fall festival at church. They make me smile.
*don't let Little Man's serious face fool you... he would cry to get back on the pony... I believe he had at least 3 separate rides.
*don't let Little Man's serious face fool you... he would cry to get back on the pony... I believe he had at least 3 separate rides.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Who likes family photos?
We haven't had our family photographed in... well, I can't remember. I don't think we've ever had a family photograph since Little Man came into our lives. Except for the church directory, and that was NOT pretty.
I have had several clients comment on how I am so patient when taking photographs of their children. This is why I have such patience...
Oh, and this pretty much sums up how much I enjoy family photos...
But if you are patient, sometimes you can get a good one...
Thank you to Grandfather (Noah's Dad) for taking these (and being patient with us).
I have had several clients comment on how I am so patient when taking photographs of their children. This is why I have such patience...
Oh, and this pretty much sums up how much I enjoy family photos...
But if you are patient, sometimes you can get a good one...
Thank you to Grandfather (Noah's Dad) for taking these (and being patient with us).
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Waiting. *Updated*
I received a call from the social worker today. Of course my heart went in my throat as soon as I saw her DSS number on the caller I.D.
She was mostly calling to set up a home-visit. After setting up an appointment, she went on to inform me the Birth Parents were served with the TPR order on the 8th of October. They have 30 days to appeal. She had not heard anything yet, but we are only 12 days in. We hope to have a definite answer by November 13th. Please keep praying no appeal will be filed.
She was mostly calling to set up a home-visit. After setting up an appointment, she went on to inform me the Birth Parents were served with the TPR order on the 8th of October. They have 30 days to appeal. She had not heard anything yet, but we are only 12 days in. We hope to have a definite answer by November 13th. Please keep praying no appeal will be filed.
Waiting.
I have been asked several times if I have heard anything on the adoption front. While I know people mean well, and just want to know what's going on, the question is one that reminds me that we are waiting. Most of the time, I can get through the day barely thinking about how I dread to hear the social worker tell us that the Birth Parents appealed the TPR. I like living in denial of what could be ahead. It's easier to just not think about it.
My hope and prayer is the 30 days will be done, with no appeal, and I simply receive a call saying... "he is legally free." No counting down the days. Just a phone call that will bring me to my knees in tears of joy. The thought takes my breath away.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Cousins
This series of photos pretty much speak for themselves. Don't look at Granny, because I didn't have time to digitally beautify her, and I know she is going to get after me for posting her face this many times... so just keep your eyes on the cute kids in her lap. Little Man and Sadie are about 10 days apart in age. They are both excessively adorable, go figure.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Lighthouse of Horrors
Okay, so the title of this post is a bit of a joke... but not for me. This was the first and last time I go up a lighthouse. Why? Because apparently I have an acute fear of heights. I believe this has gotten worse with age, just as my fear of flying. The two fears do seem slightly related after-all.
(And I apologize that I am lacking in posts, but I have been busy with the photography gig, which is good, but means less time to blog... oh, and I am tired of photo editing, so these shots are straight out of the camera.)
It all started quite harmless. Smiles abound. A pretty, picturesque lighthouse. Historic stuff. Yada yada yada.
A quick look up at what we are about to take on. Um, wow?
The first flight of stairs, or maybe the second? Check out how thick the walls are. And notice my son. This is as far as he got, and decided he wanted no part of the insanity. Apparently, he is wiser than I. Isaac stayed with Aunt Niecey and Sadie while we climbed on.
David held Lauralyn's hand while Aiden the Brave was on his own. Did I mention you could see through the stairs? And the rails had gaps that would make any mom of little ones a bit nervous.
About halfway up, I am covered in cold sweat. From nerves, not from the climbing mind you.
An then finally, we make it to the top. There is a piddly iron railing that is barely keeping me from plunging to my death. I seriously am nauseous. I am scared. I am clinging to the wall of the lighthouse trying my best to not look like a complete fool. All with the Little Man attached to my back! (He's thinkin', "Mom you are such a wimp.") In the background is Uncle David, looking over the rail (he is crazy, obviously).
And Aiden is obviously thinkin' I am a nut.
And my daughter is the one making me lose it... she is dancing, running laps, jumping up and down. Making me want to vomit.
Ugh.
Daddy and Kristin had no fear either. But there was no running, jumping, or dancing on their part. Thank goodness. A mother can only handle so much.
The way down proved to be a bit more complicated, as Noah took the girls in shifts. I would wait on the landing with Kristin as he would run back up for Lauralyn. So, Noah got a bit of an extra workout.
And then Granny and Pop Pop just had to go and make my stomach turn by leaning over the edge of that flimsy iron rail to wave at us. Insane people.
Safely on the ground, there were more photos taken.
I chatted with some smart people who did not climb the tower of doom.
The kids played with a stuffed bear and a real goat (not pictured).
And proceeded to make me nervous while running on the edge of a rail-less walkway.
I fell in love with this (safe) bridge, that had great structural elements. Pretty, huh?
Thus concluding our only excursion away from the comfort of our beach house. I have one cute post left from our vacation... it'll be good get back to bloggin about our wonderful boring daily life once again (of course life with 4 kids is never boring :-).
(And I apologize that I am lacking in posts, but I have been busy with the photography gig, which is good, but means less time to blog... oh, and I am tired of photo editing, so these shots are straight out of the camera.)
It all started quite harmless. Smiles abound. A pretty, picturesque lighthouse. Historic stuff. Yada yada yada.
A quick look up at what we are about to take on. Um, wow?
The first flight of stairs, or maybe the second? Check out how thick the walls are. And notice my son. This is as far as he got, and decided he wanted no part of the insanity. Apparently, he is wiser than I. Isaac stayed with Aunt Niecey and Sadie while we climbed on.
David held Lauralyn's hand while Aiden the Brave was on his own. Did I mention you could see through the stairs? And the rails had gaps that would make any mom of little ones a bit nervous.
About halfway up, I am covered in cold sweat. From nerves, not from the climbing mind you.
An then finally, we make it to the top. There is a piddly iron railing that is barely keeping me from plunging to my death. I seriously am nauseous. I am scared. I am clinging to the wall of the lighthouse trying my best to not look like a complete fool. All with the Little Man attached to my back! (He's thinkin', "Mom you are such a wimp.") In the background is Uncle David, looking over the rail (he is crazy, obviously).
And Aiden is obviously thinkin' I am a nut.
And my daughter is the one making me lose it... she is dancing, running laps, jumping up and down. Making me want to vomit.
Ugh.
Daddy and Kristin had no fear either. But there was no running, jumping, or dancing on their part. Thank goodness. A mother can only handle so much.
The way down proved to be a bit more complicated, as Noah took the girls in shifts. I would wait on the landing with Kristin as he would run back up for Lauralyn. So, Noah got a bit of an extra workout.
And then Granny and Pop Pop just had to go and make my stomach turn by leaning over the edge of that flimsy iron rail to wave at us. Insane people.
Safely on the ground, there were more photos taken.
I chatted with some smart people who did not climb the tower of doom.
The kids played with a stuffed bear and a real goat (not pictured).
And proceeded to make me nervous while running on the edge of a rail-less walkway.
I fell in love with this (safe) bridge, that had great structural elements. Pretty, huh?
Thus concluding our only excursion away from the comfort of our beach house. I have one cute post left from our vacation... it'll be good get back to bloggin about our wonderful boring daily life once again (of course life with 4 kids is never boring :-).
Friday, October 2, 2009
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