Category Archives: My Little OnesBest. Day. Ever.When you’re a little boy there isn’t anything much better than playing your heart out at your soccer game,View full post » Learning ThanksgivingThanksgiving morning we spread the tablecloth for some memories. Little boys excited for banana bread andView full post » Baking in a WhirlwindThese photos dont do justice to the epic feat it was to bake these scones for Thanksgiving with my officially toddlingView full post » I Really Hate HalloweenI really hate Halloween. Yes I have said it. I hate the taunting of and reveling in all that is dark. I hate walkingView full post » Giving ThanksGiving Thanks. I looked up the definition of give. Wow, there are a lot of ways to give something away – toView full post » EnigmaHe is so much like me, so much like his Dad, and still so much a mystery. His heart so brave and yet so tender,View full post » Hot PantsIs there anything better than those pants? My mom made them from this pattern out of a soft jersey knit and they justView full post » Builderman Jr.He thinks his Dad and big brothers are amazing. My newest little builderman taking after the big buildermen in theView full post » Brothers“I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be bornView full post » YumI have relished every minute with him. He snuffled in his sleep. His head is oh so fuzzy. I can’t ever captureView full post » ShipwrightAlways busy, always building, he isn’t overwhelmed by the enormity of the world, doesn’t see what’sView full post » Waz Up9-19-10 . 24-70 . window light . Sunday morning after having him, listening to sermon online . beautiful moment .View full post » Hold on to What You BelieveI, I can’t promise you that I won’t let you down And I, I can’t promise you that I will be the onlyView full post » HazyI am going back through the past year, taking stock, trying to finish the artistic process I began. I shot and editedView full post » TornI am torn right now, probably always will be. It’s part of being a mom I suppose . . . His feet keep gettingView full post » Joshua DashI couldn’t get the photos off my phone or find the right words . . . It’s been two years and almost twoView full post » FootsMy boys call them “foots”. I don’t correct – feet. They will learn soon enough. When the worldView full post » Baby in a BasketI don’t know what possessed me. I felt absolutely compelled to put my baby in a basket. I actually felt guiltyView full post » PeaceI think pure peace is your baby asleep on your chest. I never knew how much I wanted or needed this, I don’tView full post » PannikinWe know this place, and it knows us. I shared a Saturday morning soon after we moved to SoCal here, but I wanted toView full post » with you on the 4th of July…Well the red cups are here so I guess it’s time to move on . . . In the mornings its easy to slip into winter,View full post » ClimbingContinuing in my effort to actually delve into all those pictures I take month by month . . . Last August we wereView full post » Fro Yo, YOBack when FroYo was a novel idea to us . . . When we moved here a year ago the kids got such a kick out of self serveView full post » WritingI love seeing his thoughts come out on paper. I love that he can ascribe letters to what’s on his mind now.View full post » |
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