Love Hurts...

My very first CD I ever bought was Def Leopard I think - was the album called Love Bites?  I dunno.  But as I here thinking about how much a LOVE my children - that song comes to mind - you know in a funny ironic sad sort of way.

It is STRESSFUL how much I LOVE these kids.  Not everyday.  A good amount of the time I'm occupied trying to get life stuff done - dishes and working out and trying not to make cupcakes.

I know loving them to this degree - or at least telling them I love them to this degree is unhelpful - so you know - I don't make them too crazy with pronouncements of adoration.

But these faces - lips and eyes and eyelashes and noses and voices and jokes and hugs.  I hope I do them all justice.

In the middle of the night...

I hear Abby listening to Jeannie Roberts (or music or the penderwicks or...) on repeat. I find this incredibly endearing and is probably sabotaging her for life.  

I hear Jack talking in his sleep - mostly complaints about not being able to race, someone is hiding a toy from him, or general anger toward whatever his subconscious is doing to him... sometimes a huge laugh.

And Finn loud breathing thru his nose that he refuses to blow. (Sometimes he giggles in his sleep too)...and he's probably fallen off the bed but hasn't noticed.

Wind beneath their Capes

When I was a child I daydreamed about what my life would be like- love and marriage and kids.  Now, if I have the mental space, I daydream about my children as adults- not just their lives but how they will function as siblings.  I have no idea where life will take those relationships but I wish fiercely that they stay loving and close.  Because of course I want that.  But also because of how it started.  And how it is now. Abby and her boys.  Boys if you could only see how wonderful she is to you.  She is literally the wind beneath your wings.  These pictures are Halloween night.  She's not in the corner eating her candy or wishing her friends were there.  She's loving how much you love to be superheroes.  She's making your cape fly dramatically in the wind.  She is flying you around the room to music.

 She is the damsel in distress when you need to rescue someone.  And lovely Abby, maybe you did wish for more time with friends but look at your face.  You love this.  You love them.  And I love you all.

Homework

Jack has settled into a groove with school.  Don't get me wrong he still resents that it takes so long, that he has to be away from his toys - worse that they are susceptible to being played with by Finnin his absence.  But every day after Monday he happily sings to school.

 And... oddly enough he LOVES homework.  Like LOVES it. 

Checks the instructions... Double checks his work.  It's pretty awesome. And hilarious.  Very, very hilarious.

In Between

I do not feel the need for retreat because I often find myself on mini retreats.  As one shoot ends and the next arrive.

Legos and Star Wars

Two things that I've always equated with youth.  Glad we're getting into it finally in my family.

If they named Photographers like they do Serial Killers

My media name would be "The Face Collector"  (thx to Adam for realizing this and telling me)