Look What I Made

As a woman I have always tried to stay healthy with diet and exercise. Not to blow my own horn, but before “J” was born I ran five marathons. But, now between work, 2 kids, a husband and a lack of ambition I find myself never exercising. I find I deserve a pat on the back if I don’t bury my head in a bag of potato chips or some good milk chocolate. As I approach the 6 week post delivery date I know I must begin to exercise again. I need to show a good example to my kids. I also know that exercise makes me feel good both physically and emotionally. So, I should really go out and run again for ME. Yes, here I go. Tomorrow. First thing. In the meantime—look what I made! I still am in awe that this little, adorable, kissable boy is something I made, with the help of my husband.

Slowing it Down

Sometimes I become easily irritated by small things that I forget to look at what I have and be thankful. Cliché? Maybe, but very true. And today when “J” came home from summer camp and “L” had a nice little snack I thought to myself….life is good. And yes I got all warm and giddy inside when I took this picture.

Brothers

I’m really amazed with “J”. He seems to have taken to being a big brother as the best thing in the world. He adores Baby “L” and gives him kisses and hugs and shares his toys with him. Baby “L” learns about James and Thomas and Sir Topham Hat via his big brother. (For those without kids, those are the names of a very special train family)
And Baby “L” seems to love his big brother! He lights up when he hears his voice and at 4 weeks old is already showing signs of wanting to crawl. I may be exaggerating here, but when I give him tummy time—he tries to scoot.
So now that I am a mom of two for 4 whole weeks, I have decided it’s easier. It’s not so shocking and the rules are not so rigid. Poor Baby “L” hasn’t had a book read to him yet! I realized this the other day and was shocked. I started reading to “J” at 3 days old everyday. Well, tonight I will start. And I will read him “J’s” favorite at this moment: The Caboose Who Got Loose.

Summertime

I love summer. I love hearing people swim in a pool. I love going to the beach. I love eating BBQ outside. I love that the sun sets late. During the summer months, anything seems possible to me. I feel I can start/finish anything. It’s like New Year’s in July.

My friends and I play volleyball at the beach. We started when we were single and fresh out of college and now X amount of years later we still go. And although the dynamic of the group has changed a bit, it’s still the highlight of my summer.

Here is “C”, a dear friend of my son. She’s sweet, smart and is probably going to break “J’s” heart one day.

Going Back in Time

This picture was taken on Mother’s Day. As a mom, I just have a few minor requests. To sleep in with the kids out of the house. To eat bagels with cream cheese in bed. And to go to the beach. I was very, very pregnant on this special day and was sitting in my chair on the beach while the two boys were chasing the waves. In between chases, arm swimming was required. I had my 70-200 mm lens on and was just shooting from afar. It was a foggy day—perfect shooting weather. I never get bored shooting at the beach. It’s the Floridian in me.

Oh! And in our current digital age—just a friendly reminder to everyone out there to back up your pictures! I learned my lesson the hard way. Luckily I always email my favorite pictures to my mom via Kodak Gallery. (www.kodakgallery.com) On Kodak Gallery you can order an Archive CD for your entire Gallery. It saved me. And I learned a valuable lesson. On that note, I need to do a back up tonight.

First Post!

My first Blog Post! I have joined the millions that have blogged ahead of me. I have been thinking about this for over a year and finally it has stared at me from my to-do list long enough to get me off my butt and start writing--or at least to display my pictures. So here I shall show pictures that I am most proud of and also give some insight on finds/thoughts about motherhood. I know, I know! There are a least 1 million blogs about this already. But, this is my blog. And that’s what I am gong to blog about. If my husband and mother are the only ones who read it, so be it.

So this is my favorite picture from when I gave birth. My son, who is so tender with his new brother and my husband who is so tender with his two boys. It does bring tears to my eyes, but then again I am a hormonal mess as of late. So, do the tears count?

Lastly, people complain and complain that clothes for baby boys are not cute. And granted I don’t have a girl to compare. And I am sure if I did have a girl I would realize that girls’ clothes are way cuter. The truth is there ARE cute boy clothes out there if you take the time to find it. And who has the time? Well…here is a cute pajama outfit that my sweet next door neighbor got for me as a present for the Little One. It’s from L.A. BABES. 19835 Ventura Blvd, Woodland Hills, CA. I have never been to the store, but I can tell you that I love the outfit. So check it out! And when I check the store out, I will get back to you.