the story

because perhaps i have been here so long, the story can’t be told without the pictures. and because i have been here for so long, there are so, so many pictures. some so old, you may have seen them before. but regardless, they tell the story of lives.  firsts.   and of blessing granted. pictures…

August

August is a beautiful time of the year. The rest of the calendar waits for August. Like honey it arrives so slowly, and lasts never quite long enough… but while August is here the indulgences that might have to be stolen the rest of the year are welcome, right and timely. The ice cream outing…

At the Trappist Abbey, my shorty ‘n me

Sunny fall Friday’s are priceless.  When the wind is low, the temperature is not too cold and the leaves are all just the right color.  It is the best time of year for taking pictures, no other time of year has such color and lighting.  I also miss exploring new places desperately, and the opportunities…

Art.

Today my oldest went to camp for the first time.  Coming home was hard for her, but after the evening rolled on with the predictability of meal, conversation, bath, pajamas etc.  all resumed the rhythm. But then, right after the bath part and before the doughnut hole for dessert, a big, slobbery, tail-whomping, tongue-hanging-from-side-of-mouth DOG…

Walking with a 2-year old

She whose name means “wild, natural and beautiful” in this red poncho picture soaked her clothes with a sneaker wave at Pacific City, and like a true champion, rode home in her underpants without a complaint. My youngest daughter is 2 and a half.  I get several quality hours with just her a couple times…

Little Bee

Dear Little Bee You have had many nicknames, little bird, bumblebee, bug.  You have grown so much.  You know all about entertaining me and your sister and your dad, and you know all about driving us berserk too sometimes. Teatime.  It can be hard to get you to play solo sometimes, but you are ALWAYS…

Photo essay: Twin Rocks

This weekend our family went to Twin Rocks to RETREAT!!!!  That is really a good word, it’s like treat and re-treat. It was a treat.  Sylvie and I just hung around while A and J brushed up on their putting. Since A was sporting a Mr. T look, I kept trying to get her to…

Pre-birthday: For baby A

My firstborn, A, has been praying since last summer like this: “Dear Jesus thankyou for mama, pappa and my birthday coming to march with birthday hats, birthday cake, ‘fari Sams and balloons …” at which point we often direct her prayer: “Honey, say thankyou for the food,” “Amen,” And that is at the dinner table. …

Mama fatigue

  When I was a kid, one of the scariest things my mom would do is leave without clear intent or destination.  She did it seldom, once, maybe twice, but one always knew when it was happening because she said she was going to Texas. We knew no one in Texas.  Thus is the sense…

Halloween 08. All family style.

I saved the carving till Halloween. A is only 3 and so I knew I would be on my own. First I had to kill the punkin. This is nice happy punkin. I am aware that it will win no awards for creativity. This is monster punkin. I guess it was a sort of comedy/tragedy…

For tha gramma’s

Because there are only a few people that can appreciate these pics properly, this post is for the grandma’s.  Sylvie. Addy (aka AJ, Ads, Addybee or Adeline Joy) The inspiration for these poses was from one Ms. Klundt. photos taken at about a week and a half of age by yours truly, Ms. ChezWhat.

home sick.

The end of the school year. It changes the dynamic of everything just enough. We went to the beach for Memorial Day, and I came home with quite the cold. So I am home, posting at 3:30 pm. And I am seeing the dust that has collected in this house after 9 months of 2…