Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Easter

"Never lose an opportunity to see something beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson


Another holiday come and gone. It seems you can mark the passage of time as the holidays get crossed off on the calendar. An Easter spent with one baby suddenly bleeds into an Easter with three growing kids.

We spent this Easter the same way we've been spending them since the beginning of our family. Crafts, egg dyeing, scavenger hunt to find Easter baskets and an egg hunt. Instead of photos this year, though, I made a family film.






OK, I did take a few bunny ear photos, as per tradition. I couldn't resist.









Friday, March 23, 2018

March Family Film

"To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We live outside the touch of time."
-Clara Ortega


Each time I make one of these family films I'm touched by the sentimentality of it. My childhood lives in memories, stored away in my unreliable brain. As time passes, the details of the moments fade a bit. My intention with these videos is to preserve my children's memories, to document this fleetingly special moments in their lives.

Our March flew in on a winter storm and out on a spring breeze. So much life lived in a single month, all the ordinary, mundane, repetitive moments stacked one right after the other. I am so pleased to have recorded a handful of them to keep forever.


Sunday, February 25, 2018

February Family Film

"I love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald


February is the month where we openly celebrate love. With little candy hearts and expensive floral arrangements and pink heart pancakes and homemade Valentines cards tucked in gift bags. That's how we show our love every February 14th. But I like to think we show it a million different ways over the course of the year, every single day, not just the one the calendar says we should.

While compiling the video clips I took this month for my family film project, I saw lots of these acts of love. A girl feeding her kitties. A brother helping a sister. A mother doing her daughter's hair. Siblings playing together. These little acts of love that weave together to form a special bond. Watch for yourself. Here's our February.


Saturday, February 3, 2018

Fleeting Moments

Some fleeting moments pass by-
           like golden hues
                       carrying magic
that is only felt
           when all comes to an end.
-Musarrat Bte Salam



These days are a blur. A whirl of activity. One day bleeds into another. It’s hard to pinpoint where one begins and another ends. One day a face loses its babyness, but you can’t remember when or how it happened. Just last night you were kissing those chubby cheeks. But now the face is older somehow. The smile has missing teeth, new ones replacing the ones you distinctly remember growing in those grueling teething days. Favorite clothes are exchanged for larger sizes. Phases come and go and sometimes come around again. Notches on the growth ruler mark the passing of time, evidence you can’t deny. Your babies are growing. 

These days are a blur. A whirl of activity. One day bleeds into another. But I don’t want to forget the beauty of these fleeting moments. I want to encapsulate them. Keep them forever. Cue a month long online film class, and suddenly I have a new way to do exactly this. Photos are great, but to record their little voice and movements and personality is a whole different ball game. You guys, I’m in love! Completely obsessed with this new way of documenting my babies. Our life. All our little and big moments. All of it!

Here is my first (but most definitely not my last) family film. 




Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Christmas Togetherness

"We were together.
I forgot the rest."
-Walt Whitman









A few years ago we spent the majority of our Christmas season in the car--loading the car, driving in the car, loading it up again, driving some more. Our celebrations were punctuated with long car drives and crabby moods. Until one year a blizzard forced us to hole up in our home, and we haven't loaded up the car again on Christmas. Now we spend the day in jammies and slowly enjoy the festivities at home, just the five of us. And it's really the best thing ever.










Christmas Eve is spent savoring each other. We open the gifts we got for one another; and spend the day playing and preparing. After an early candlelight church service, we have supper with the grandparents. Before tucking the babes into bed, we make reindeer grain and set out cookies for Santa. Since Spencer discovered Santa isn't real, he gets to help stuff the stockings and fill the Santa bags. Then off he goes, too, awaiting the magic of Christmas morning.

Christmas day has no set rhythm. We eat and open presents and play and eat and watch movies and dance and eat some more. The lazy day of Christmas togetherness is my very favorite. And now that it's over, we are already looking forward to next year.













Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Christmas magic

"Christmas magic is silent.  You don't hear it--you feel it, you know it,  you believe it."
-Kevin Alan Milne
















This past weekend we kicked off the holiday season with some of our favorite traditions. First up, the live nativity. We've gone so many years now, that as soon as the choir assembled outside, dressed as angels, and began singing, Ashton exclaimed: "I remember this song!" There's something so magical and comforting and exciting about experiencing our old favorites year after year. The kids would probably say the cookies in the warm church afterwards is the highlight, but I get chills every time the crowd is invited to sing Joy to the World.

















No holiday season would be complete without the hunt for the perfect Christmas tree. On Saturday we trudged through the tree farm on a beautiful day. Instead of a white winter landscape, the ground was still green. We are awaiting the first big snowfall, hopefully before Christmas.

It seems we can never arrive at the Christmas tree farm prepared with a measuring tape. Instead of precisely measuring out the height of each tree to see if it'd fit in our living room, Dave reaches up his arms and makes a guesstimate. Last year this gave us a pretty short tree, but this year he was much more successful in his estimation.




















Once we found the perfect tree, the kids gave it a welcoming hug and then the boys set to work chopping it down and lugging it back to the truck. Afterwards we had hot cocoa and cookies. It was Jillian's first taste of hot cocoa, and she wasn't too sure what to think of it. Ashton happily accepted everyone's leftovers, double fisting his loot until the very last second it was time to bring the tree home.

We always say we're going to wait the suggested time to allow the tree to settle indoors before we decorate, but our impatience always wins out. We decorated that night. And now our perfectly imperfect tree welcomes us each day as we experience many more of our holiday favorites of the season.