Category Archives: Family

A fall project

We got this idea from a crafts to do with kids mama blogger/newsletter. And I want to credit her, however I honestly forget who it was. My apologies.

We did this about a month ago, so you may need to save this idea for next fall.

Take a nature walk and collect leaves.

Lay them out in a design on clear contact paper. Add a ribbon for a hanger.

Voila! We have a beautiful window of color to help brighten our window.

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Over the hills and far away… aka tables and their meals

Italy was a dream. I’ll start with the quintessential scenery. This view was a few minutes walk from our house. It was one of the few times I wished hard for the 5D.

 

Photos don’t do it justice. It’s sort of like the grand canyon in that sense. You just sit or stand there breathing it all in. Absorbing the view, the smells, the light. Ideally while sipping your morning coffee or evening wine.

At this table we enjoyed most of our breakfasts:

At this one, our evening meals:

And at this table we enjoyed a THREE hour meal from heaven, in a 300 year old restaurant.

Ready, set, go!

This one doesn’t need much words. Just a snowy day, two cousins, a couple of playful skirts, a window sill and a bed. Hours of entertainment. Much twirling, giggles and flight ensued.

The joy of seeing these two, who live on opposite sides of the country, playing together harmoniously, unaided (finally!) and gleefully is just simply immense.

Love love and more love. Red skirts don’t hurt either.

Snow in San Jose, CA!

It doesn’t snow where we live. Therefore, when our neighbor across the street arrived home with a truckload of snow, the kids went crazy!

Anja’s first time playing “in” the snow. If you can call this “in.”

We have the best neighbors.

Sledding! Notice the snowball being inserted into Anja’s jacket hood?

Here’s the adorable mischief maker. Searching for a target for that snowball. Like father like son.

Oh those eyes. Stunning.

It was sad to have to pull Anja away from the pile of fun.

Heart explosion

Happy New Year everyone!

It’s been a few weeks of absolute heart explosion around here. My brother and sister in law had their second baby. A lovely, gentle home birth. I am so proud and thrilled for them, and my heart is wide open for this new little guy. I was able to fly east for a mini visit. It was breathtakingly amazing to hold the miraculous life of a newborn. But the biggest gift of flying from California to Philadelphia- alone for the first time since my daughter was born- was the chance to connect deeply with my niece. She’s 3 years old. Exactly 6 months younger than my daughter, and therefore ALL of my previous time with her has been mixed with being mommy to my own little one, and helping the two of them navigate baby/toddler/preschooler playing. One on one time was sweet, precious and deep. And, I believe, very appreciated by both of us.

While there, for 24 hours, I squeezed in a mini photo shoot. I have been struggling with my camera lately. Shutter issues. Focus issues. It’s immensely frustrating. And add to that the enormous challenge of doing a newborn shoot. In 10 minutes. With a house full of guests, moment’s before a Bris is about to begin. Yikes.  I came out with a few decent shots and LOTS of lessons learned.

Most of all. Gratitude for family that I not only LOVE, but also like.

Anja and I fly back in two weeks to spend a full week with our east coast family. Praying for snow, for my girl, I want her to see the magic of flakes falling down.

Growing family



Growing family, originally uploaded by thislovelymoment.

It’s been way too long, once again. And yet here I am. With some exquisite images to share, if I don’t say so myself. I did my first official pregnancy photo shoot this weekend, and it was amazing, and challenging and the most wonderful experience.

I felt so honored by my beloved friend. To be given the gift of making these pictures. I _love_ pregnancy. I love babies and pregnant women and families and kids.

This here is one of my favorites.

What a blessing.