California Closets has such a wonderful ad campaign with the title, life lives here., in which a closet is featured along with a bit of the story behind it. I love the concept so much. It reinforces what we already know...we all have a story that involves every facet of our lives. In my hopes of capturing more moments of ordinary life, I will be featuring a 'life lives here.' photo from time to time.
Since we finally saw the sun today, we made the most of it by playing outside on the swing set. The older boys played around on the monkey bars and Jack loved watching his brothers and being a part of it all.
Well, we had a beautiful few days last week; in fact it was over 80 degrees on Friday and then that was it. It has been raining here ever since and freezing! Our furnace kicked in on Sunday and I have been wearing turtlenecks and my winter North Face coat to take Maisy out for walks. Seriously? It is the middle of May, Mother Nature? Have some mercy on us here in the Northeast.
Thankfully, I snapped this with my Lensbaby on Friday...now this beautiful tree is soaked and losing its petals. That makes me sad.
I was going through photos of Jackson today...right from birth for an album I am working on and I was just in awe of how little he was. I wish I could turn back time...even if only for a day. Found this image and just had to share it. My little peanut boy.
Life with our sweet pup is fantastic. We are still on the housetraining journey, but this face is completely irresistible. She loves her brothers and loves playing with them outside. It is hard to remember life before we had her.
He doesn't really like when I take photos of him. However, I will not relent; I am a photographer after all! ;) I am trying to be more diligent in just capturing the little moments that make a happy day for us. This morning (after Jack spilled honey on his pants...hence the diaper only) he was mesmerized by Franklin on Nick Jr. and enjoyed his morning snack of an apple. He isn't really a tv guy, so this is not the norm to see him staring at the screen.
Just the other night as I carried him to bed and lay him in his crib, I touched his newly cut hair and I sighed. I had an internal conversation with myself about how much I miss the curls that used to grace the back of his head. I lamented at how I wished I had taken a photo of them where the focus was just on the curls.
And then over the weekend as I was perusing some old Lightroom photos, I saw this and I smiled:
I am so happy to have found this photo though it is bittersweet to look at. How I wish I could touch those sweet curls just one more time.