Friday, August 28, 2009

Australian Crew

While I was in Utah for my sister Emma's wedding, I got to photograph two gorgeous families, and these guys were the first. The hip momma of this crew is Australian and I couldn't get enough of her beautiful accent. I wish I could go purchase one for myself somewhere! That and some freckles and a thick mane of hair--those lucky girls.

I know this isn't much of a peek, but it's what I can get up tonight. August has officially been the busiest of my life. I've been all over Utah, into Montana, Spokane, Boise. And there have been lots of bumps in the road lately, beginning with my camera breaking right before we left for our trip. I can't complain about my new and upgraded camera, though. Anyway, things are settling down now that we're home, and I'm loving having my parents and three youngest siblings here for a few more weeks of fun!

Lots of pictures coming...I've missed you, Blogosphere!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Did I ever mention that I have two sisters getting married in the next two weeks? One this Friday and the other the following Saturday! So, I'm off to Utah and then Spokane. I'll be back in a couple of weeks, hopefully with lots of pictures!

Until then, I'll leave you with this little story:

Maggie has been begging for a piggy bank for her birthday. We gave her one at her early birthday party last week (she had lots of friends she wanted to invite, but I made her keep it to handful of her girlfriends since we have such a crazy month!). Anyway, we were surprised by her puzzled reaction when she unwrapped the piggy bank.

There was a long pause--confusion all around...

Finally, she broke the silence.

"But Daddy, there's no money in here."

Maybe you had to be there, but we got a good laugh. We started to understand why she wanted a piggy bank so much!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I'm Her Mudder

As much as I’ve resisted it, Maggie continues calling me “mudder.” Lately, instead of asking her why she doesn’t call me “mommy,” I’ve responded, “Yes, daughter?” It hasn’t helped.

“Mudder? Magson keeps screaming at me when I look at him, but I just want to look at him because he is so cute.”

“Just sneak looks at him, like this.” I peek at him quickly and then dart my eyes back at Maggie with a mischievous smile.

Her eyes and cheeks lift in an incredulous grin and then she tries looking at Magson again.

“Agh!! Agh! AAAAGH!” Magson's high-pitched disapproval is alarmingly loud.

We laugh. And then I sigh. My girl, made of so much sugar and the perfect pinch of spice, turns four this month. But it was merely 48 months ago—just yesterday—that the nurse handed her to me and our eyes locked as though we’d always known each other. In that lengthy eye-to-eye, soul-to-soul moment that we so easily shared, I knew motherhood was something I cherished. It felt divine.

With laundry and preparing meals and cleaning up accidents and middle-of-the-night throw-up and exhaustion, that divine feeling has come and gone over the years. Sometimes she scowls at me and throws a first-class tantrum with screaming and flailing. But mostly that marvelous feeling has lasted. Such a blessing, that girl.

She certainly blessed my life this past week when I spent the better chunk of two days at the Department of Licensing, testing for a new driver’s license. (Because I let my Utah drivers license expire without changing it to a Washington one first, I had to take the tests all over again.) The written exam was particularly stressful. Maggie and I waited hours for my turn. When it finally arrived, I was incapable of answering questions correctly. By the time I reached the last five questions of the test (the one's I'd already skipped because I didn't know the answers), I could only get two more wrong. I quickly panicked and bam, bam, I got the next two wrong. Now I had to get the last three right to pass--no mercy.

With each of the ending questions, Maggie said a prayer for me. The prayers started in whispers, her one eye half-open, the other squeezed shut. “Dear Heavenly Father, Please help my mudder to pass her test. In the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN!” Her volume increased with the prayer and by the end, I think she attracted some attention. I didn’t care. It was working. I miraculously managed to get all three right! Oh, how I relied on her faith that afternoon.

The experience reminded me that we need each other; I wouldn’t be a mother without her and she wouldn’t be a daughter without me. In sometimes different, but always important ways, we can help each other through life.

And I’m starting to get used to her calling me mother instead of mommy. I’d still prefer the latter, but her little voice sweetly behind “mudder” has its perks. For one thing, it reminds me of how big my role is: I’m more than a mama, a mommy, a mom. When it comes down to it, I have the serious and intimidating task of being her mother. Sometimes I wonder if she recognizes the huge responsibility, and by calling me mother, is holding me to it. Something tells me she does; as I wrote this upstairs on her bed this morning, Magson headed downstairs.

“Mudder! Magson! He’s going downstairs!”

“It’s okay,” I said.

“But he doesn’t have a mudder down there. He can’t watch himself.”



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