So, the blog has been a little vacant lately. There are a couple of good reasons for it.
1. "Facebook killed the blogging star" - this blog used the be the only place I could share my recent work, or a funny story about my kids. But now, between Facebook, instagram, and twitter I feel like I'm barfing my life all over the internet and there isn't a whole lot to share over here, and sometimes, even I'm sick of talking about myself.
2. This whole "Mommy-blog", or "internet author" thing has gotten out of control. And I don't ever want to get lumped into that. I'm a photographer, not a writer. This place sort of bridges the gap between the two.
But have you looked at your Facebook feed lately?
"7 things to never say to your child or you will ruin them", "Problems only people with big butts understand", "Never put a lemon in your water again", "Leave your child in a rear-faced carseat until they are 13 years old" - I seriously cannot take it anymore. What did we do before all of these "expert" articles on how to live our lives? Walk around like neanderthals grunting at each other?
But have you looked at your Facebook feed lately?
"7 things to never say to your child or you will ruin them", "Problems only people with big butts understand", "Never put a lemon in your water again", "Leave your child in a rear-faced carseat until they are 13 years old" - I seriously cannot take it anymore. What did we do before all of these "expert" articles on how to live our lives? Walk around like neanderthals grunting at each other?
Want to know what not to say to someone with a tail and clubfoot so you don't offend them? Look it up on Huffington Post, I promise it's there.
I'm officially on social media burn out. But yet I feel chained to it like a slave because I do enjoy seeing what my friends all across the globe are up to, watching their kids grow or professional dreams come true. That part is fulfilling. But learning why I should lift weights with my vagina? Yeah, I'll pass.
And for the record, if I read one more piece of crap column that says letting your girls dress up like a princess, wear pink, or telling them they are pretty, is going to scar them for life I will find you and beat you with a Rapunzel high heel.
(My inner snarky girl takes a bow)
3. And finally, every time I sit down to write I just feel like I want to talk about my Dad. It's starting to feel like a long time since I've seen him. I keep counting in my head "I haven't seen my Dad in 4 months" and then my chest starts to ache and my eyes start to sting. And when I start to think about the future and what it's going to feel like when I haven't seen him in 1 year, or 5 years or 10 years it makes me feel like I'm drowning. I'm trying not to be over-dramatic, you're suppose to bury your parents, but not when you're 35 with 3 little kids who thought he walked on water. My God this is hard. I miss my Dad, everyday. One of my friends described grief like trying to climb Mount Everest without and training. She nailed it.
Enough sadness and snarky-ness. I will start my first blog of 2014 the only way I know how…
We're gonna call this "Tales from my iPhone" because this is just a bunch of random crap from my phone.
We will start with Luci. Sometimes when I look at her it's like I gave birth to myself. Except she is way cooler. We have the same face. Even when sleeping. I find myself randomly warning her about the ups and downs of being her mothers clone - "Your gonna have a double chin, but at least you'll have big boobs" - she just looks at me like I'm crazy.
She just finished a killer soccer season, she loves to play, and loves to win. She also went to a cheerleading camp. At the end of the day, all the parents gathered to watch the performances and then they said they had an award to give out.
A "Most Spirited Cheerleader" award to one girl, among all the grade levels, who showed the cheerleader spirit all day, was always smiling and helping others and demonstrating the best cheerleader attitude" - they got about one sentence in and I knew my little over achiever had it in the bag. She was so excited. She got a crown, a megaphone, and pom pons. Mommy got a head so big it barely fit out the door. Luci continues to be the little mommy and peace-keeper in our household.
And, even thought I rolled my camera bag over Whitey Herzog's toe at the last event, Mike Matheny and his charity organization have kept me on board as their photographer. I love being a part of that team, being around the Cardinals, and helping raise money for people that need it. At our last event there was an extra ball left over that none of the players had signed for auction and the boss handed it to me and said "Here, go get this signed for your kid" - As a professional I could never ask for something like that, no matter how much Rocky begs, so it was really special to be able to bring this home. Thanks Matt Holiday ;)
Speaking of Rocky, we are full swing in Hockey season. We are having such a great year, here he is spending a little time in the penalty box. He's a good player and doesn't spend much time in there, but when he does Mom runs over and embarrasses him by taking a picture.
The big kids were in a Kohls print ad over the winter.
And then Luci was in this little bitty, local commercial, where you only see her for 2 seconds, and it turned into this giant media story. I got a text from the lady who books all their shoots and it said "Turn on Bill O'Reily quick your daughters going to be on" - I thought "What in the world could she be talking about?" - and sure enough, there was sweet Luci on Bill O'Rielly.
Here is a link to the segment, it picked up quiet a bit of steam and was also featured on FOX and ESPN.
This was my exciting New Years Eve Party. I always set my clocks one hour ahead on New Years, so the kids can watch the New York countdown live on television, then at 11:00 they think it's midnight, celebrate, then go to bed. And Mommy is on the couch with a glass of wine a roll of cookie dough by 11:15. But these losers didn't even make it to my FAKE midnight. I walk out of the room for 5 minutes and come back and they all look like this….at 10:30….. My girls, My mom and my dogs!
Speaking of my mom I've been spending a lot of time with her lately, came across this old photo of her, and a recent one of me. Pretty uncanny huh?
Oh and then Libby Lu, can you believe how big she is? Jimmy says she and I are a bad influence on each other because we both stay up late and then sleep in until 10am. Last week he walked in on us eating easy-cheese in bed and watching Ice Cube on Arsenio Hall at midnight. I figure she has the rest of her life to be on a schedule. But right now she is 4, and I am in my slow season, so we are a perfect pair. But if she ends up screwed up I will totally take the blame.
We just celebrated my brother Chris' birthday (please ignore the homeless-person look, I've been begging him to cut his hair and shave for months) - but anyway, I ran to grab his cake and I just grabbed a blue-one because it looked the most like a boys cake, after she wrote his name on is and handed it back to me I looked again and it was a princess cake! LOL I laughed so hard putting it in my car.
The Sparkle Fairy….I KNOW HER! For real, have you seen the adorable Sparkle Fairy commercials? That's my best friend since we were 10 years old. She moved to New York about 12 years ago and has shot plenty of other national work and commercials, but this one is really cute and I wanted to share. Everytime it comes on my kids know it's really Tracey under that blue hair and not a real fairy, they think it's a big secret that no one else knows. But I love her and I am always proud of her so I thought I would brag on her for a minute.
Here's an old random college picture, aren't we cute? Love you Tracey.
