It began with celebrating my birthday on Monday.
Then saying goodbye to my grandma on Thursday.
Feeling a little zapped today.
As mentioned earlier this month, I’ve added a new session format for families called the Everyday Session. The Everyday Session is centered around an activity that engages the entire family. Ideas include:
– a Saturday morning pancake-making ritual
– hanging out at the zoo
– going to a parade
– having a Wii marathon
– hanging out at a county or state fair
– flying a kite or hanging out at the beach
– a picnic and hike at a nearby park
– baking cookies
– hanging out at a local arcade or bowling alley
– a trip to the Farmer’s Market
– family day at the waterpark
– hanging out in and around your home
– camping out in the backyard
– biking around the lake with a stop for ice cream
What makes the Everyday Session unique is that your family is the center of attention instead of me, the photographer. While I may still “orchestrate” a few shots, most of my time with you will be spent observing and capturing natural moments as they unfold.
The Everyday Session fee is $250/plus tax ($225/plus tax for returning clients) and includes up to 2 hours on-location with approximately 50-100 images posted to a password-protected gallery within 20 days of session. This fee includes the entire image gallery on disc!
Click HERE to learn more about the Everyday Session. Weekend sessions are limited and fill quickly so schedule early to ensure availability!
As I mentioned earlier, I am in the process of introducing several new a la carte items available to photography clients selecting a print package or digital collection featured HERE. This beautiful 18″ sterling necklace set is $60/plus tax, uniquely customized with an image from your session. Not only would it make for the perfect gift for Grandma, you could order one for yourself to keep your little one close at all times.
The problem with having a teen is that I can no longer post whatever I want on the blog. Because he visits the blog and threatens to run away if I do.
So not like the good ol’ days when I could share whatever I wanted. Like the time he got caught decorating the bathroom floor with stickers, then ran into his room to hide.
Or the time he used a permanent marker to draw moustaches on his little brother, daycare friend, and himself.
Or the fact that he had a lovie named “Puppy Tag” that was never far from reach.
He would allow for no such storytelling now. Instead I need to stick with things that won’t tarnish his reputation. Nothing too cutesy, of course. Something like this would never fly today.
Granted, he no longer plays with Play-Doh and this type of thing doesn’t really happen nowadays. I’m just saying that if he did, I wouldn’t be able to blog about it.
Not only I’m I getting old, my kid is too!
Playing basketball instead of Play-Doh, carrying around a retainer case instead of Puppy Tag.
Before you know it, he’ll even be able to grow a real moustache.
I’ve spent the last two days OBSESSED. What began as an attempt to organize my kids’ memorabilia turned into this:
I was supposed to be working on tax business, not generating a hefty donation pile. Not to mention the garbage. But there’s something cathartic about this sort of purge and I guess I lost myself in the process.
What prompted it was talk of sorting through Grandma’s memorabilia; a sentimental like me, she kept everything. Years ago I’d given her a journal full of questions, telling her I expected it to be full by the time she passed away. (She was indeed writing in it and even showed me once during a visit.) But alas, now the time has come and the location of said journal is a mystery. Something about it made me feel like I had to get my stuff organized right now, so that my own family could easily locate important stuff when the time comes.
Like drawings & cards & special outfits & handwritten notes & lovies & birthday candles & favorite books.
My goal has always been to give each boy their own memorabilia box. Bits and pieces of things special to them (and me!) over the years. Part of their story. For example, here’s a picture of my youngest right before we brought him home from the hospital.
And here’s the little outfit he wore.
My husband also picked up a newspaper for each child on the day they were born. Which is stashed in the box along with everything else.
All tucked neatly into these slick – but no longer available – Creative Memories boxes (though I did recently spy one on Etsy).
I plan to keep a box for myself as well – though mine is in need of a thorough sifting.
Like it or not, we just can’t keep everything. Well… we could, but eventually someone will need to sort through it. And I guess for my family, I’d like that “someone” to be me.