3 years with 5 kids

What can I say? 3 years with 5 kids has been an adventure!

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I have a love/hate relationship with taking milestone portraits with my kids!  Sometimes the process is hard, but the results are worth it!

We celebrated Zoe’s 3rd birthday this holiday weekend, and I piled the kids on the bed for their annual photo.  I am so glad I’ve been doing this.  Sometimes it’s a hastle.  No one wants to cooperate. But, in the end, we have a beautiful momento of a milestone in our family.

Do you take milestone photos?

who am i, and why am i blogging?

why-im-bloggingin general, i am a pretty confident person.  i know exactly what i want and where i’m going, and for the most part, i am happy.  but when it comes to blogging, i all of a sudden feel my confidence wane.  why are you blogging?  what’s your blog about?  these are questions that i sometimes feel i can’t answer, especially when i consider the time it takes away from my “real life.”is it a waste?

today, i find myself with time on my hands as i am resting from an injection of steroids into my spine.  i’m not allowed to move today.  in fact, i’m not supposed to do much of anything for the next week or so.  it’s funny really, as i have talked to other people who’ve had injections like this, they each have said, “i didn’t have to be down that long.”  so when i asked the Dr. about it he said, “yeah, that’s for people who just go to a normal job, since you have a baby and a 2 year old, we don’t want you going back to your normal activity for a week or so.”

my normal?  it makes me feel so peculiar.  but, in a weird way, that’s the answer to the question of why i started a blog.  my normal activity is pretty intense, 5 kids, busy activities, huge housekeeping responsibilities, a part time photography business, so many people to think of and look after, i just decided i wanted an outlet that was purely me.

so, what will this blog be about?  i’m not that sure right now.  i think it’s going to be pretty “stream of conscious” for the time being.  this is intentional.   i am  intentionally not carefully curating the content to appeal to a particular audience, or showcase my talent, or increase traffic for my photography, etc.  it is about sharing what’s important to me, so that includes family, meals, photography, faith, art, clothes, education….the list goes on and on.  for now, i’m comfortable with an online space that’s just about the things i like.

if i spend a year blogging out my projects, travels, and feelings, i will feel the goal for this blog is achieved.  if i make some new friends along the way, all the better.


a tired mother’s musings

it’s been one of those days.  (three days in a row actually)  one of those days where the night was punctuated with too many wake up calls.  in the morning i’m somehow still surprised at the creaking ache of my old tired bones, though i’ve been dealing with them for months now.  one of those days where i look in the mirror, and really don’t recognize the melasma, laugh lines (ha!), and oh wait i need to put my glasses on, no, now it’s worse.  yep, one of those days, weeks now i suppose.

i have been dragging, wallowing, and pitying myself just  little too much this week.  today, i was in the grocery store with Zoe.  she was her typical smiling and friendly self which attracted the attention of fellow shoppers.  eventually the question came, “is she your first?”  then the answer that tends to shock, “no, my fifth.”  today it was met with a happy smile and, “congratulations.”  but somehow today, i felt sad.  not sad to have Zoe, she’s perfect.  not sad to have 5 kids, it’s wonderful, a dream come true really.  but today, as i’m schlepping over hump day with a limp and in need of too much caffeine, i felt a strange kind of nostalgic sadness.  where has the time gone?  i swear just yesterday i was in this same grocery store, with a similar smiling baby, happily answering, “yes, this is my first.”  that time i had a nine month old whose teething was a much harder hurdle, 15 lbs lighter, but i was already pregnant with my second, and had just moved, again!  and yet, just 8 years ago, i was energetic, youthful, and spry.  sigh.  those were the days.

yes, it’s been one of those days, but i’m resolving to move on.  it’s time to fake it ’til i make it.  i know i’ll feel much better if i don’t think too much about how much has changed for the worse over the past decade, and focus on how much is better.  5 amazing kids, much, much wiser, comfortable in my skin (so long as i don’t dwell in front of the mirror too long), and happy, in spite of my limitations.  yes i am.  tomorrow, i will probably wake stiff and tired, but tonight i’ll put a smile in my heart as i realize there’s nothing i would change.  (but i may not put on my glasses until i’m far away from the mirror.)



weekly photo challenge: threshold

five-year-old-portrait-photosa threshold.  a new beginning.  crossing over into someplace new, different, exciting.

this prompt got me thinking of this photo. an image of a five year old on the threshold of a new beginning: school.  how often as mothers do we get so wrapped up in all the wonderful new beginnings our children are experiencing that we forget to notice, appreciate, and revel in our own.  lately i’ve been noticing the anticipation, excitement, confusion, and electricity of change in the air for myself.  i am at a threshold.  where does it lead? at the moment, i’m feeling it’s the threshold of a time machine. i get the feeling that the time has come, not to reinvent myself, but to re-establish myself.

i have just added our fifth child to the family, we are complete.  the time has come to pick up the pieces of this broken body and move forward, healing, restoring myself.  now is the time to take a look in the mirror and regain my sense of style, of self.  while my children stand ready to cross the many exciting thresholds that life has to offer.  i too am ready to cross this threshold of mine.  i’m ready to re-establish myself.

child abuse prevention month



did you know April was child abuse prevention month?  well, until i came across this post at Beauty through Imperfection, neither did i.  Paula’s post is intensely personal, heartbreaking, and inspiring.  i found this call to action especially touching:

“Parents, please teach your children about abuse. What it looks like, how sneaky abusers can be and what kids should do if they are being abused. Don’t just assume you can protect them. Don’t just warn them of the situations that you think they might face and keep them ignorant of others.  Equip them to protect themselves. Prepare them for it, help them know what to do, who to call and how to stop it. Let them know that they have the power to say who can and cannot touch their bodies, let them know that they can say speak up, even if it’s about a person they trust or some one in authority. Don’t expect them to just know what to do. Don’t assume that you can protect them forever, because you can’t.”

Jason and i often talk about how to talk to children about difficult topics like these, and i have to admit, i am often shying away and thinking, “they’re too young.  i don’t want to stress them out.”  but the truth is, i do want to protect them, and there will be times when i won’t physically be there to do it.  so how do you talk to your kids about difficult things such as child abuse? here are a few things we have done.

1) take the time to lovingly teach appropriate behavior in the home, and remind them that this is the behavior you expect outside the home.  for example: when my kids hit, tease, etc.  i tell them it’s inappropriate and they need to respect each other and themselves.  i repeat the words my mother often said in our home, “i don’t expect you to (hit, grab, tease, bully) and you should never let anyone do that to you.”  i feel like this approach helped me to value and stick up for myself, so i try to pass that along to the next generation.

2) teach the appropriate anatomical names for body parts.  this is advice i’ve seen, heard, read, time and time again.  and yet, i was totally intimidated to implement it in my home.  i was not raised using these words, and it has been uncomfortable.  but a few years ago, i read an article explaining that a predator is likely to be scared off by a child using the anatomical names, and that cinched it for me.  we have taught the kids to shout, “don’t touch my vagina/penis!” to anyone who attempts this. (and i pray they actually do) push through your own discomfort with words like penis and vagina, for the sake of your children.  (yes, it will be humiliating when your two year old calls you a “penis-nipple”, but this just gives you an opportunity to teach that name calling is rude.)

3) teach them that their bodies are special and private.  we believe that our bodies are sacred gifts from God.  we teach this in our home, and at church.  when i have quiet moments with my children,  i like to remind them and discuss with them the sacred nature of their bodies.  my hope is that as they understand the gift their bodies are, they will respect them, and not allow another person to disrespect them.

so far, these are the tactics we have employed in our home to prevent child abuse. i think it’s important to absorb and utilize as much information as possible on the subject in order to do your best to protect your children.  so i will take this month as a reminder to grow in this area, and revitalize our efforts to educate and protect our children.