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I Heart Faces – White Challenge

This week’s theme at I Heart Faces is White.   Nolan was about 6 months old in this shot, and I love it.       The white onesie just may be my favorite baby attire.   And now that my boys have passed the two-year  mark I’m sad to say that we are on the brink of outgrowing the largest size white onesie that exists.

There are many other great “white” themed shots over at:

Love,

Heather

Sarah K. - I am in love with this photo! What a gorgeous baby!!

paige - I love this! Great shot!

schtanzerl - he’s so fun 🙂 nice picture

Megan - he is so cute– what a great photo!

erica antesberger - such a cutie..love the hair….and love the picture

Latisha - I love the crispness of the photo! Love the hair! Adorable!

Declan Russell {Salt Lake City Birth Photographer}

Last night I was blessed to be a part of the birth of one very special baby boy.    I mentioned in this post that I couldn’t be more thrilled for my friends back then, but last night was truly the night where I couldn’t have been happier!   A content and healthy baby Declan arrived surrounded by so many people that love and cherish this beautiful boy.

Speaking as a photographer, this was hard.  I didn’t expect that documenting a birth would be so technically challenging, stressful and emotional , but it was in so many ways.     However, in speaking from my heart I can’t think of anything more rewarding than to photograph than the first moments of life.    It was truly an honor to be able to document such an amazing few hours.

 

Here is a slideshow of Declan’s birth story…
(I’m not the best at figuring out you-tube and don’t know how to embed a larger video with decent quality here, but it is here, even though it is small!)

Music “Welcome to this world” used with permission from Renee and Jeremy.

Congratulations to you all and Welcome to the world, lil’ Declan!

Much love,


Elisha - Love, love, LOVE! You’re amazing, and that video was so beautiful!!

Avoidance

Tonight I sit here with a disaster of a house.   As I carried the last sleeping boy up to bed I thought seriously about tackling every bit of the cleaning tonight.    Then, I emptied half of the dishwasher, looked around and retreated to the office where I am still sitting.    I started scrolling through recent pictures… files after files that I have done nothing with yet.     And this was just much more enjoyable than cleaning.

The dishwasher is still open and only half emptied, there is a half eaten piece of corn on the cob on the counter left on the way rushing out the door to Ricky’s first soccer game, there are random cups and dishes everywhere, toys scattered amongst the dishes, a dirty diaper (thank goodnees not a poopy one) left next to the basket full of diapers, wet clothes thrown on the stairs after Benny escaped to the neighbors sprinklers on our way out the door late for a birthday party, a can of soup that is staring me down from in front of the computer monitor, (Nolan’s new thing is to bring random things to me throughout the day), mail and papers and trash, etc. etc.

People often say, “I don’t know how you have time to blog.”    My answer probably should be, “I don’t have time,” because truly, as can be seen if you visited my house tonight, I DO NOT.   But it is therapeutic for me.   I enjoy archiving my days and attaching my thoughts to the images I take.    And as much as I enjoy it, as much as I sometimes need to leave the mess behind the door of the office and recap my thoughts in a blog post,  I know I will enjoy this even more years from now.    When I can look back and remember the crazy messes (hopeful thinking that this will change?), the funny things my boys do, the little everyday things that we will forget is when I will really be thankful that I took the time to record it and that I let the mess wait for tomorrow.

And so, here are some random shots that I’ve taken over the past couple of months:

Not the best technical image, but I love this one.

Nana's pool is the best! Glad we borrowed it for a few days.

Ricky's huge shoe on one wrong foot, one slightly too small croc on the other wrong foot - Benny's new favorite task of trying to dress himself.

Nolan and his "baby."

Nolan and "daddy." Nolan calls anyone between the age of 18 and 50 or so, "Daddy." Including random men in the store that look like this man and nothing like his real daddy. It seems really funny, but it's pretty embarrassing when he says to the 19 year old tatooed kid, "hi daddy," and the kid looks at me like, "ummm, I hope not?!?!"

Nothing better than newly bathed boys right out of the tub.

The kid can Hula-Hoop! Woot.

A normal day in our house ... and of course it's always on the carpeted portion.

For years I hassled my mom because in most of my baby pictures I am clad in only a diaper. Sorry, mom... I get it now.

My friend thinks he looks exactly like Curious George, but I've always thought he resembles a turtle, especially here.

Alrighty, I guess I should at least throw the diaper and corn on the cob away before heading to bed.

Love,

Ricky’s First Day of Kindergarten

Ricky’s officially a Kindergartener!   Today was his first day.   Actually today was only 45 minutes long and I attended with him, but he got to meet his teacher, see his classroom and get familiar with the school for his real official first day which isn’t until next week.

I’m a product of the Catholic School system and a proud product at that – 12 years of my education I owe to St. Joseph’s in Ogden.   My mom has taught there for 30 years and is still teaching there.   My friends who are like siblings to me spent most of their years there.  My brother is a teacher and coach at a Catholic High School in the area.    My friend’s kids now go to various Catholic schools around here.    So, I would be kidding myself if I didn’t admit that it was a very hard decision for us to not send Ricky to a Catholic School.   I almost feel like I am betraying my heritage.

But we made our decision and I felt great about it, until last Monday when my facebook news feed was plastered with my friends children’s pictures all in their adorable plaid jumpers, navy shorts, white shoes… you know the official uniform.   It varies a bit between school, but it is recognizable to most.    I worried and questioned our decision until today.    There are things that I will miss this year, I am sure.  For starters, I already miss the uniform (I can’t believe I would ever admit that, but as I parent my views have changed… I love the uniforms now!) I am sure I will miss the smaller class sizes.   I know I will miss the Christian and religious teachings that are part of the curriculum.   I will miss feeling like I am part of a family when I enter the school doors.

However, there are things that I will love and today I realized a lot of them.   We love that we can walk to school.   We loved Ricky’s classroom and his sweet teacher.    We love that Ricky will have friends that live houses and blocks away rather than miles or cities away.     I hope, and I think that I will  feel a part of this community also.

Before we even hit the school property Ricky saw a boy walking with his parents that he knows through a mutual friend.    Within minutes of lining up outside we had already learned the names of some kids and their parents.    Ricky was a bit shy, as is normal for him, but I could tell he felt comfortable.   He’s excited and ready!

He was thrilled to get have his name called and get his name tag.   And he beamed when another kid, whom he has played with a few times at a friend’s house announced to the teacher after Ricky’s name was called, “Oh I know him really good, that’s Ricky right there.”

I loved the set up of this first hour where the parents and kindergarteners could attend together.   We’re ready for a whole new phase!    However, whoever said that life is easier when your kids get into school is mistaken!  I already feel busier than ever.   We’ve got soccer and homework and mandatory reading time and schedules and etc, etc..    We typically do this stuff regardless, however the requirement attached to everything adds a bit of stress.

All in all, we had a great day.   After coming home from school, having lunch and getting the babies down for a nap, Ricky and I had some one on one time.   We read one of my favorite stories from when I was a kid,  “I wish that I had duck feet.”    (We’ve got to get that 20 minute per day reading requirement in!  ;)) I think it’s already one of Ricky’s favorites too… he giggled all the way through and asked Ken to read it to him again before bed tonight.    And then we had ice cream.

I’m ready for the structure and the schedules of fall.    And, I’m once again happy with our decision.

Love,

Andrea - Seriously, how did these two boys turn into Kindergarteners?? They were just born a couple months ago!! Thor starts Tuesday. Hopefully we can get them together soon. I love the photos with his teacher.

Davis County Fair

Approximately two years ago on a Friday afternoon my baby boys were 6 days old.   We had only been home from the hospital for 3 days when I had the need, the urge, the dying desire to get out of the house as a family.    It was probably more my worry over Ricky and wanting to make sure he didn’t feel slighted in anyway with 2 new babies being the center of attention than my need to get out of the house.  But right then and there on that hot August afternoon I strolled my 3 year old and my 6 day old, 5 pound preemie babies into the Davis County Fair.   I’m sure Ken thought I was nuts but he went along with my suggestion anyway.

We strolled through the rides, the games, the food booths and the farm animals proudly announcing to anyone that would ask that “yes, the babies were twins and they were only a week old.”   I must have been in a HEAVY post-postpartum fog to not have seen the  “you’re a crazy lady”  looks that surely were plastered all over their faces.    Until….. I walked out of the farm animal area and saw a sign that stated, “Food, drinks, bottles should not enter this area because they could become contaminated and kill your one week old premature twin babies”   (or something like that).      And the fog lifted and I freaked.    “Ken, we’re leaving now.”   No more rides, no more food, no more talking to strangers with germs that want to ooh and ahh over the babies.    We rushed out of there as fast as we could and when we were finally safe in the car with gobs of hand-sanitizer covering our hands, I admitted defeat, “That was such a stupid decision to take them here.”    It was two years ago, but I’m sure Ken smiled and nodded, silently agreeing with my craziness yet again.

However, this year we went again.     This time was perfect.   We went on a Thursday evening and it wasn’t too crowded and all of the boys had a great time!    And while we spent way too much money on countless tickets for rides, multiple attempts to win Dollar Store quality stuffed animals and unhealthy junk food, Ken and I had a great time watching the boys giggle down the jump house slide, wave from the top of the Lasership and grip tightly to the sides of the rollercoaster also known as the “choo-choo” to Nolan and Benny.       This marks the first amusement park rides that the twins have ridden.

They all could have sat in the same seat on any of these rides, but they all wanted to be by themselves!     They look a little serious, but they loved it and didn’t want to get out when the rides stopped.

Ricky’s been the past two nights in a row and keeps asking to go again today.   I think we’ll pass for today, but what a great little tradition for our family even if year one was a disaster.

Love,