Santa Photos 2013

When I say that we KNOW Santa, I’m not joking in the slightest. Santa happens to be my Grandpa and has been for over the past 20 years. Last night we went and got our pictures taken and here’s what we got. All the grandkids got together and we all wore our Devils Lake sweatshirts, from Devils Lake, North Dakota, where my grandparents are from. Maggie did great talkiing with him and my Grandpa tried to change his voice, but mostly sounded like a robot, which was really funny. Audrey tried to pull of his beard a few times, which Maggie said later she didn’t like, makes me wonder if she saw something  (as in my Grandpa’s face!). There were Christmas carolers, Frango Mints and lots of people wanting to sit on Santa’s lap. We took over during our turn like a snow storm….
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The Tip of the Iceberg

If you were to go visit my grandparents, and you needed to use the restroom, you’d have to walk by three large pictures hanging on the wall of our family that have been taken over the years. The first of the series is great. I’m wearing white jorts (jorts = jean shorts) and a floral blouse and am about 12 – in that real awkward stage in my life. I own it like a boss. My older brother is in his ‘I’m only ever going wear shorts’ stage and my younger brother and cousins are too young to look anything but cute. The adults, my parents, aunt, uncle and grandparents just look young. 

The other two massive photos aren’t as damming, but are still fun to look at and poke fun at all our changing faces and bodies. We’re family, and as a photographer, I love to see the evolution. My grandma has been hinting that she’d like an updated photo and this afternoon we all descended upon their houses to try to get at least ONE image of our group with eyes open and NOT talking. I knew it was going to be tough, as the person taking the pictures (except for the ones I’m in, obviously…thanks to Cora’s dude, Forrest, for taking the camera!), but I think the right word that I should have been looking for was MIRACLE. 

We’ve got some slow blinkers (SUE) in our family and talkers (Grandpa) and dancers (Maggie) and people that are tall (Barry) so they’re in light….etc. 

But you know what? 

I got some images of my family all in one place and I love them. These are just a few of the many that I took, but I’m pleased with their outcome. After we took pictures, we all went inside and ate. Some poeple lingered around the dining room, others watched the Seahawks game finish, and the conversation filled the air. As we drove home afterwards, Barry asked me if our family ever reminded me of the family from Parenthood, the TV show, and I laughed because there are definite aspects to their gatherings that resonate with ours. 

The most important thing about family photos, isn’t that we all look good or perfect, but that we’re all together…..as a family. Here’s the first batch that I went through. 

*Check out Audrey in the last image.

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Fake Camping 2013: Part One

I write often about how blessed and lucky I feel to be a mother, motherhood changed my life in so many ways for the better. Barry and I had a fantastic life that immediately got more wonderful once we became parents. That said, I would be a liar if I said that there were a few things I didn’t miss from my former life. Since sleep is the obvious thing that EVERY parent misses, I’ll go out on a limb and assume y’all either feel the same way or know what I’m talkin’ about. So, sleep aside, I think that I really miss camping and the ability to throw just a few things in the car and be set. The past FEW summers we’ve really abandoned that part of our lives and I miss it dearly. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know that we’ll get back into heading out with regularity, but we’ll probably have a lot more gear than when we were free wheelin’ singletons. 

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  We took Maggie camping when she was just a fewmonths old and we just weren’t feeling that ambitious this time around. My brothers, Geneviève, and parents were willing to come ‘fake camping’ with us at Camp Janet for  a weekend in early August. It happened to fall on my mom’s birthday, as well as a weekend that my grandparents, Sue and Chach were able to come up to A-Town for a visit/concert. As far as Maggie could tell, it was one more time that a group of her favorite people got together, with the bonus of a tent set up in the yard at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. These pictures are from the afternoon of our arrival. . . 


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