Thursday, October 29, 2009
I helped Chris tag some cows this past week.
I thought this photo captured that morning.
I went shopping this past Saturday without the boys. Dad was happy to keep them! It was so fun, and I found these cool white leaves for decoration. I am going to stick them in the hallway on the wall leading into my Spring bathroom. Any ideas on how to stick them to the wall? I thought they had a Pottery Barn feel but for only $7.00. They are actually plates, but I think I can make them work on the wall.
My Spring Bathroom is coming along. We finally bought some mirrors to match the theme. I love the color combination of green, white and a splash of purple. It really is stunning. I can't wait to put our white trim up with the doors. I am going to add purple and white towels with a towel rack too!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The can was not OPEN.
Again the cans were not open...the boys were just pretending. Also notice the play doh on the counter, and gold fish on the tile floor. This picture is a good representation of our everyday life.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
So today I am thankful for naptime. (I need it as much as my boys do.)
I'm thankful for lovely, soft snowflakes falling outside my window.
I'm thankful for another day to learn about dying to self...to my first born nature.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
When I scrapbook I try to represent our life.
Usually I scrapbook about the good things that happen in my life, our lives.
But I want to represent the imperfect parts too.
My every day life is made up of lots of imperfect moments, lots of imperfect reactions...lots of imperfection!
Also even when I scrapbook I sometimes want to find the perfect embellishment or piece of paper.
Really what matters the most to me are the imperfect photos with the imperfect story told by me.
I'm not a professional photographer (YET :)). I'm not a professinal writer.
But sometimes just honestly, imperfectly telling my story strikes a chord with people. I don't think most people expect perfection. So why do I expect to make a perfect brilliant story? Sometimes I definately do not feel brilliant...or witty. Sometimes I'm tired and the words simply do not flow.
Still I want to tell my story...
And so here are a few imperfect pictures taken with bad lighting...still they strike a chord with me!
I love them because they represent the funny, the snuggly, the messy, the broken parts of my everyday life.