Tag Archives: photos

Manufactured Memories (or Poop Jokes and Yoga Pants)

22 Jul

“The funny thing about taking family photographs,” my husband quipped in-between poses, “is that you’re basically documenting manufactured memories.”

I have to be honest.  Our family doesn’t often look like this:

Family Portrait

All of us smiling, standing in a field brushed with sunlight, and dressed to the nines in a color-coordinating palette of blues and oranges. There is a dramatic lack of yoga pants and mis-matched toddler socks here, along with way too much grooming.

And, can I tell you a secret?  The only reason my girls are smiling is that our wonderful photographer was cracking poop jokes from behind her lens, on my suggestion (I’ll take my Mom of the Year Award now, thanks).

But despite the surreal nature of the shots Shannon caught last weekend, I disagree that they fail to capture our family.  While we may not always look just like this, it’s a perfect depiction of how I feel inside.  My girls?  They fill my life with light. And though the mundane tasks of the day and sibling squabbles dominate my schedule, there is a contentment in my family that I rarely get the chance to capture.

The closer I look at our portrait, the more I see that Shannon photographed each of our personalities perfectly.  My shy, snuggly Bean and her comedian older sister.  My husband, with his arms wrapped around every one of us, the backbone of our family.  And me, with a genuinely happy and relaxed smile.

Manufactured?  Staged?  Maybe.  But not one less bit real.

Girls in Field Photo Shoot


If you are in the Boston area, Shannon (who is uber-talented) is running an unbelievably amazing summer special for $149! If that wasn’t enough, she loves Warrior Moms.  Creative Images Boston will donate $15 for each session that mentions Postpartum Progress!

Summer Special

Disclaimer: I received nothing in return for my post or sharing of Shannon’s summer special.  My post was completely unsolicited.  I just adore her and her work and love to help out a fellow mama.  Shannon, you’re amazing and I’m so grateful to you for capturing my family so perfectly.

This Is Me Not Phoning It In

21 Sep

I swear I’m not phoning this in. Well, maybe just a little. You see, I’m up to my ears in crochet orders, I have a top secret project taking up 20 hours a week, and I started my fall teaching schedule. Doodlebug’s regular school schedule started, and I’m still working on purging all the strollers, bassinets, and bouncy seats we’ve collected over the years.

I have absolutely overcommitted myself and I can feel the stress tying knots in my shoulders.

But I’m okay. I can find the beauty in simple moments. I can take a deep breath and feel it work to release the tension in my body. All of this is huge for someone with an anxiety disorder.

These are little moments of joy from our last week. Of course the week was also full of tantrums, me hollering at my children in front of my neighbor, stacks of dishes on the counter, and arguments about shoes and socks. But it’s these slivers of happy that kept me going.

And so, without further ado, cute pictures of my kids to make you forget how neglectful I’ve been of this blog:




First Day At Her New School



Tiny My Little Pony bike helmet? Check.



She’s making a book about the ocean. Flowers match flowers, right?


World Breastfeeding Week

4 Aug

World Breastfeeding Week

I’m only one day late, in typical fashion. I have a post brewing about extended nursing and how I never expected to still be breastfeeding. About how it contributes to my mental health and how it impacts our family. But for now, this beautiful moment from this morning.

Happy Easter

31 Mar

easter baskets


Though we don’t celebrate Easter in the religious sense, we are welcoming spring with open arms today, complete with egg hunt and Easter baskets full of jump ropes, bright hair bows, and other goodies. Between all the illnesses and the interminable snow, winter was beginning to take its toll on the entire house. And I don’t know about you, but the sun’s rays really do lift my spirits.

I think the Beatles said it best:

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Little darling
It’s been a long, cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling
I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it’s been clear

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
It’s all right
It’s all right

sun baby

I’m Actually Enjoying Sending Christmas Cards This Year

30 Nov

Christmas cards are usually the bane of my existence during the holidays.  I obsess over getting the perfect photograph, which usually results in a battle of the wills in which everyone loses.  Then I obsess over picking the perfect card and getting the best deal possible.  Signing and addressing the cards gets added to my holiday task list and I inevitably forget I will need stamps.

This year though, I’m truly enjoying the process.  MyPublisher’s holiday card collection is stunning.  I played around with three different card designs and loved all of them.  I mean, just look:

My cards arrived yesterday and I ADORE them.  The paper quality is amazing and I’m so glad I chose the matte paper option.  I love the extra class the texture brings to the card.  The designs on the front and back of the card leave plenty of room for a hand-written note, and I couldn’t be happier with how the cards look and feel in my hands.  Also?  How adorable is the packaging?  Ta Da!  Love it.

Everything came wrapped in tissue paper and I felt like I was opening up an early Christmas gift.  I actually can’t wait to sit down and hand-sign and address each card.  MyPublisher made the whole process feel special – which is exactly what I am hoping for each holiday task to feel like this year.

You can snag photo cards at 30% off right now through December 3rd with the code BEMERRY.  Go, people!  Go!


The legal stuff:  MyPublisher provided me with a $75 gift certificate to order cards.  All opinions are my own.  I really do love my cards.  =)

Almost One

29 Nov

Maybe it’s the mid-cycle hormones, or all the pictures of friends’ new babies, but I find myself craving that newborn smell and the way a teeny baby fits into the crook of my arm.  I haven’t forgotten how hard those first few months were, and I adore this age – all the amazing milestones, the personality, the new experiences that happen between 6 and 12 months –  but as No2’s first birthday quickly approaches, I find myself increasingly nostalgic for her first few days and weeks.

Our Less-Is-More Thanksgiving

25 Nov

I’m committed to less stress this holiday season.  Instead of filling up my calendar with a list of “shoulds” I’m choosing activities that will bring our family joy, and making the most out of each task.  No more over-scheduling myself and then wondering why the holidays are exhausting.

We started our Less-Is-More holiday this weekend with Thanksgiving at my parents’ home.  I contributed tubes of crescent rolls, a Sara Lee frozen pecan pie, and two adorable grandchildren. No stressful attempt at baking with one moody preschooler and one teething baby at my feet, and no equating my worth with how much food I brought along.  We arrived when we could and let my parents and my brother enjoy the kids while we snuck downstairs to play pool.  Dinner was whenever the turkey was done, and naps were whenever the kids got tired.  We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch, watching football and playing cars with the kids.  No expectations.  No grand plans.  No Black Friday shopping.

It was the best Thanksgiving I can remember since those of my childhood.






I hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful and full of family and love.


Eleven Months

16 Nov

I’m linking up with Alison and Galit this week for Memories Captured.  I love how they encourage me to stop and smell the roses.  Even the bittersweet ones.

When did you become this little person?  The one whose favorite food is grilled chicken and peas?  The one who loses all her bones and slumps to the floor because the disappointment over the gated stairs has overtaken her entire being?

I held you last night upon your third wakening.  I couldn’t bring myself to put you back in the crib and have you dream for all those hours away from me.  It seems like only a moment ago we were one being.  And now here you are, weeks, days away from turning one year old.

It has been an amazing eleven months, sweet Bean.  You and I have accomplished so much together, learned so much from one another.  You have given me the first year I always wanted, unmarred by postpartum depression’s sharp talons.  And I have to admit I’m a little devastated it’s almost over.  Not just sad or nostalgic.  I watch you stand and wobble, try to put your socks on your toes, or color a little picture and as proud as I am of you, and as excited as I am to watch you experience your world, I mourn for the loss of the baby you were just the day before.

I want to sob, “Please don’t turn one.  Please don’t leave me,” and yet I know that you are not mine.  You came through me, but you are not mine to keep.  And so I will stand here helpless to stop time.  And I will try my best to let you grow.


A Moment Alone

11 Sep

I so rarely get any time alone with No1.  Her sister is always just a moment away from needing me and I have one ear her direction at all times.  It’s taken its toll on us both.  But this morning, my husband took the baby with him on an errand and it felt like old times in the house.  Just me and No1.  She was her old self this morning.  No competing for attention, no baby talk, no attitude.  We ate lunch together and both enjoyed the lack of interruptions.  We searched for bugs in the house and had a lady bug funeral.  And she did my hair.

Oh, how I miss this kind of time with her.


I’m linking up with Memories Captured this week!

Wordless Wednesday

29 Aug

Today I felt beautiful. Ever have days like that?
And just look at those girls.
Today was good.
I don’t get to say that often but today I can.
Maybe it’s the wine talking, but I might just be looking forward to tomorrow.

%d bloggers like this: