Life

Life. 

It's the main word of this blog,

the foundation of my photography business,

it's what I believe in 

appreciating deeply, living fully.

I've posted recently about loving the outtakes of life and even more recently about the local marvelous mayhem of our household...

but thought I'd share just a little rundown of the way our life is. 

And sometimes words aren't quite enough, 

so I'll include a few (okay, more than a few...) visuals for support.

Our day starts at different times around here. On a good day, when J wakes me up before my alarm gets pounded, I'll fill my largest coffee mug, rock, nurse and browse the social networks in a quiet and dark baby room. Might even get to pin a few beautiful crafts that I know I'll actually never do. 

I really like when this happens because then I usually get a few more silent hours which might be filled with editing or reading or writing or music or all of the above...but always coffee. 

Always.

Coffee.

Any questions as to why? 

Didn't think so.

And soon enough it's seven, or a little before and someone usually cryin' "Mama?" from a crib, closely followed by a little higher pitched, "Tristan?" and then it's me jumping into the closet for real clothes and the hubs down the hall for diaper changes, teeth brushing, sock digging and sending some munchkins down the stairs for toast and fruit or waffles and applesauce or oatmeal and whatever might be moldless from the fridge.

If I'm feeling in good spirits, I try to Target-sack up a lunch for the business man of the home but always make sure to smooch him good before he's handsomely out the door.

He always gets at least four every morning. 

Not many men get four smooches every morning.

He's got it good.

At least that's what I tell him.

And then it's a sweaty workout, perhaps a grocery trip, sometimes a playdate, always at least one nap or attempt at one, breakfast dishes are joined by lunch's, some book time, some play time, always Legos, and then it's the hour of two of three in bed. 

Sleep, quiet...negotiable. 

But the location, bed, is not. 

And I run through the shower. I have a thing, I have to shower and have to get the mascara on. It's a thing, it's true. But then it's a run, run through the house looking for the matches to shoes, the hamper for clean and dirty clothes, always more dirty than clean, might take a moment for a phone call, might chop some onion or fry some burger, might dig out the Crockpot or nix it all and plan out my takeout order for the evening...another batch of smiles to edit, might sneak some chocolate... everything else is burning calories I tell myself. 

Because soon enough...my life is awake again or just plain done staying in one spot...

And it's back to the legos and books and discipline and juggling and refereeing that is my so very beautiful life.
Ah.
It's a beautiful thing living life.

...Hope you all are enjoying, appreciating, living fully your  own beautiful life today...

(embracing the camera here today.)