Monday, December 24, 2012

Outtakes



We did the dreaded christmas photo thingy last weekend. I took over one hundred pictures- you gasp, but ask any mama with three young uns. It is a scientific fact that it is impossible to get them all to face the camera at the same time, or not to itch, or not to cry or make funny faces. This is why I will be hiring child model stand ins next year. I kid. I kid. Sorta.

But I was beyond frustrated with them- it suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the world, to get perfect pictures. By the tree, by the fireplace. Look at me, look st my perfect trio. We look nice, we act nice. Not. But thank God for outtakes.

Ninety nine pictures later, we had a passable photo that I could crop and use for cards- or so I thought. Sent them off to the printers and viola, resolution was too low. So i am left with a stack of blurry, imperfect christmas cards,

Then I remember the shootings in Connecticut and some stockings that will never be seen by some little angel again. Christmas cards that may have been the last pictures taken with family. And I stuff my blurred, low resolution, Walmart printed cards in the mailbox. 'That'll do," I think to myself. My life is not perfect. Noone's is. No outtakes for life- so I'm gonna enjoy mine and not obsess about silly things- like christmas cards that people may toss after a season.

I'm learning.

Bless you, bless us. Merry Christmas, Pradists.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Another obsession

Don't know if I've been living under a rock, but I just discovered this gospel singing, grammy winning family, two nights ago.

I have a girl crush on the one on the far left- who wrote this song by the way- and plays the guitar AND the piano. LOVE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUMRqJCV9Q4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

'Le bow'

You know that cheesy thing that you bought on a whim from Target, for like $3.99, that has all of a sudden become your all consuming obsession? Yup, that one. Viola! In my case, my tacky, sequined, hot pink, hair bow.

I. Cannot. Get. Enough. I wear it with everything- whenever I can get away with it. And I have not worn hair bows since I was like, eight.

Even the Principessa is bewildered by my new fad. Everytime she sees me with the bow, she says soberly, reproachfully, "That's Principessa's." Even a two year old knows that a thirty something year old mother of three has no business rocking that monstrosity. To which I reply sweetly, " Mine, not yours. Mommy's bow."

That's right. Mine. :)

Obsessed, pp

Monday, December 17, 2012

Thanksgiving

A month late, I know. But these pictures are too pretty not to share.

And I am proud of my 'shellacking' and 'decoupaging' skills. Okay, I just wanted to say 'decoupage', a la Martha Stewart and Rosie O' Donnell.
But I did organize an impromptu dried leaf and pinecone hunt, right before lunch and the kids and I had a ball spraying them down with gold paint. That left an interesting motif on the breakfast table, but whatever.

Enjoy a but of thanksgiving in December. :)

Thankful, pp

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Author

Her joy is my joy. Her success, my success. When you support her you support me. But I know you will love her because her writing is phenomenal. Enjoy.

http://remembering-my-journey.blogspot.com/2012/12/guest-post-rest-of-way.html