This day is always special for two reasons. We get our Christmas Tree and we capture a family photo for our Christmas Cards!
Landon waisted no time!
My heart is full.
Luna!
Daddy's Pick!
She always picks a perfect little tree.
love.
the journal of a nature-loving, country-living Montana mama raising two tiny humans, vegetables, goats and chickens |:| yearning to slow time while freezing our precious life with photos & words |:| striving to live slowly, wholly, honestly and gracefully while chasing wildlife, chickens, rainbows and dreams |:| "We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.” ~Marie B. Ray
Sunday, November 30, 2014
On A Tree Hunt
Landon waisted no time!
My heart is full.
Luna!
Daddy's Pick!
She always picks a perfect little tree.
love.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
If You Carry It, It's Yours
This past week we found ourselves in Spokane sitting in a waiting room waiting for our turn to see a Pediatric Urologist. I anticipated Landon would need to see specialists for a wide range of issues relating to his extreme illness and prematurity, but we were not there for Landon. It was time to admit it was something she might not "outgrow". A VCUG, ultrasound and belly X-rays were complete and now it was time for the specialist to tell us what needed to be done.
Addi shivered with nerves in Daddy's lap, repeatedly asking us what they were going to do to her. Her anxiety for this appointment was making her sick.
The list of what could be done was too short. There is nothing to "fix", not a quick, definitive fix anyway. I am relieved, but also frustrated that I am left helpless to help her. Her one kidney is healthy and there is nothing at all concerning her kidney to worry about.
We walked out of the clinic with an order to pee different, cleanse her system and change her diet. Okay. Check. Check. And check. We will give our best try.
With the stress of the appointment behind us, we headed to one of Spokane's pick-your-own farms. We needed to be outside. We needed to run. We needed fun. Plus Addi and I had homemade, fresh applesauce and apple cider on our minds and we were hoping to pick our own apples.
With apple picking closed for the day the kids played in Pumpkin Land instead. Daddy proclaimed, "If you can carry it, you can have it." And the tedious search for their perfectly proportioned pumpkin commenced.
Children aren't hardened to the simple fact that joy is found in the seemingly small parts of life. It is the innocence of childhood that makes picking out a pumpkin so darn special. It is not the big moments that matter most. It is all the tiny moments rolled up together that writes our story. It is what matters most and they have it all figured out. I pray they don't lose it along the way.
Landon tried everything to argue Dad's proclamation ––he sat, he rolled, he pointed, he tried to heave ones three times his weight, until finally he gave in a found a smaller one that was acceptable.
.
With their selections made and mama's annoying picture taking finished, they had ice cream!
#thingslandonsays
"Mom. Santa is going to bring me a real talking ghost for Halloween-Christmas. Ok?"
Addi shivered with nerves in Daddy's lap, repeatedly asking us what they were going to do to her. Her anxiety for this appointment was making her sick.
The list of what could be done was too short. There is nothing to "fix", not a quick, definitive fix anyway. I am relieved, but also frustrated that I am left helpless to help her. Her one kidney is healthy and there is nothing at all concerning her kidney to worry about.
We walked out of the clinic with an order to pee different, cleanse her system and change her diet. Okay. Check. Check. And check. We will give our best try.
With the stress of the appointment behind us, we headed to one of Spokane's pick-your-own farms. We needed to be outside. We needed to run. We needed fun. Plus Addi and I had homemade, fresh applesauce and apple cider on our minds and we were hoping to pick our own apples.
With apple picking closed for the day the kids played in Pumpkin Land instead. Daddy proclaimed, "If you can carry it, you can have it." And the tedious search for their perfectly proportioned pumpkin commenced.
Children aren't hardened to the simple fact that joy is found in the seemingly small parts of life. It is the innocence of childhood that makes picking out a pumpkin so darn special. It is not the big moments that matter most. It is all the tiny moments rolled up together that writes our story. It is what matters most and they have it all figured out. I pray they don't lose it along the way.
Landon tried everything to argue Dad's proclamation ––he sat, he rolled, he pointed, he tried to heave ones three times his weight, until finally he gave in a found a smaller one that was acceptable.
With their selections made and mama's annoying picture taking finished, they had ice cream!
#thingslandonsays
"Mom. Santa is going to bring me a real talking ghost for Halloween-Christmas. Ok?"
Friday, July 18, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Spring Fling 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Egg Dying
Light. Photographers, of all level and expertise, become slightly obsesses with light. We plan everything around the right light. This night little was planned. All day it was so warm outside. The first really warm day spent entirely outside. I put off dying eggs as long as possible to maximize our outside time. After dinner had come and I could not put if off any longer.
In through our living room windows were the most beautiful evening sunshine rays. While eighteen bright white eggs were meticulously being colored, my kids were illuminated with rays of backlight straight from heaven. It was magical.
In through our living room windows were the most beautiful evening sunshine rays. While eighteen bright white eggs were meticulously being colored, my kids were illuminated with rays of backlight straight from heaven. It was magical.
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