When you send your kid to school with diarrhea hoping it'll pass, that it was just something he ate, because you can't miss any more work and because you just had a round of the stomach flu pass through the household last week. When you're driving to work and the school nurse calls to say that your child is in the clinic and his stomach hurts. When you just spent the night in the e.r. the day before because your daughter threw the remote control at her brother (because she wanted to watch Elmo's World and he put it on basketball) and split open his forehead and you thought he might need stitches. Three hours later they come in to slap a band aid on it and send you home.
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"Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood."
– Fred Rogers It is officially baseball season. And we had a beautiful weekend to start us off.
Saturday, we literally spent the day outdoors, shuffling back & forth from one baseball practice to another, with a pit stop in the middle to grab lunch at Primo's Pizzeria. We went on a "nature hike" and looked for ducks, and the boys collected sticks so they could kill zombies. It was the kind of day we needed desperately. To remind us that warm weather is coming soon. We have had a pretty shitty winter. But at least it's not December. It could be worse. We could still have 3 more months of this crap. It was the kind of day where my body was happily exhausted by the end. The boys' hair smelled like outdoors. Isabella passed out in the car on the way home (which is rare and means her tail is wiped out). I was in a good mood and didn't even care that I left my house a disaster and when I came home, it was still a disaster. I just opened the windows and was motivated all over again. You know how they say you will take less pictures of the last child than you did of your first? Not true.
I take more pictures of Bella, by a mile, than I did of Jackson. Or Cameron. Mainly because my love for photography has blossomed over the past few years. And because, thanks to Jackson and Cameron, I am well aware of how quickly time passes and how we can forget so much detail. So I know what pictures I want to get and what details I need to remember. Don't get me wrong. I have tons of pictures of Jackson. Back in the day, when I had my first point and shoot and I couldn't bring myself to delete anything. I have dozens of pictures of him in the same outfit in the same bouncey seat. In one photo, he is making a pout face. In the next second he was blowing a raspberry. And then in this one he's making the poop face. And here I took 10 pictures of him just trying to catch a smile. And I kept them all. I took just as many of Cameron. But the older they get (the boys), they became harder to photograph. I get on their nerves. They don't want to smile. They don't like to sit for the camera. And unlike Bella, they don't like it when they are playing or eating or just watching t.v., and I'm in their face with my camera. It's harder to ignore. Most of my photos of them these days revolve around them playing sports. Although this picture technically sucks (it's blurry), I kept it. Because he's about to be 10 and I can't freakin believe it. Because he looks so much like me it amazes me and makes me so proud. Because he rarely genuinely smiles for the camera. Because he worries about his skinny arms and wants to have a six-pack (abs, not beer). Because I still sometimes can't believe he's mine. It's official. I suck at 365. It's a lot harder than it looks. I missed yet another day this week. In fact, I actually fibbed on a few of these over the past two weeks. They may not have been taken on the exact date that I claim. It is very daunting to not only remember to take a photo daily, but deciding on what to record each day. One night I just walked around and took random pictures of things around the house. I am fully aware of the purpose of this project - it's not just meant to document our year. It's also a photography project, which means it is supposed to broaden my photography skills. I just wish I had more time. I began this project with the intention of posting weekly on Saturdays. Lately it has been a struggle to get it done before Sunday evening. (As a matter of fact, it is Sunday at 9:13 p.m. and I am flippin exhausted. And very irritable. And Cameron has come out of his room 3 times in the past 5 minutes to ask me when I'm coming to bed. And I'm about to lose it. I shouldn't even be doing this right now, but here I am.) But I'm not giving up. Because despite the road blocks, I am thoroughly enjoying this. I'm enjoying looking back on our day-to-day and realizing how great our life really is. The little reminders I need to get by sometimes. Like now, right this very minute. So here is our last week. In a very condensed version. {68/365}: Like mother, like daughter. She's started twirling her hair. {70/365}: Minecraft. A favorite game these days. {71/365}: It's hard not to trip going up the stairs. She likes to sit with her babies and toys at the bottom of the stairs. It's really pretty cute. And I just love her bed head. {72/365}: Penne pasta and butter. And lots and lots of parmesan cheese. It's their thing. {73/365}: I'll take one of each, please. {74/365}: Collecting sticks. You know, to kill the zombies. {75/365}: Every game day, Gabe brings surprise goody bags for the kids.
Bella was super excited about hers. "The next person to make the fart noise is on restriction!" - Mommy "I don't want to clean poopy diapers ever again! I've been doing it for 9 years! And I'm over it!" - Daddy "Daddy say no!" - Bella Josh (speaking to me): "Don't act like a dork, please. I want our kids to grow up cool, and I kinda need your help with that." "Can I watch kangled?" (translation : Tangled) - Bella "Johnny, every time you spend the night, you guys stay up all night. You must be the supplier." - Josh (after a sleepover and the boys pulled an all nighter; Josh was convinced they were "on something"). "can I watch kickin (chicken) more gen?" - Bella "Mommy, wah you wan?" Bella as she is waiting to cook me something in her kitchen.
"My life is suckish!" Cameron (who is 6 going on 15) "Can I have a snack?" "What's for dinner? I don't like that!" "I'm starrrrrrvingggg!" - any kid "Can I sleep in your bed?" - speaking to Mommy "Who's house we going to today?" Mommy, "Debbie house? uhhhhh, Honey house?" |
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AuthorMy name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story. Categories
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