Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts

Oct 24, 2013

Gag Reel

I may not be on Pinterest, but it's mainly because if I tried to learn one more "thing" I think my head may explode. What I lack in "pins," though, I make up for in tweets. And recently, Instagrams. (Is that how you say that? Or is it 'grams' when used as an object? Like tweets for Twitter? Oh who cares.) The point is that I post stuff.  I like that I can go back and see a record of where I've been. I like that I can have a conversation with people I love far away and people I don't yet know but can't wait to meet. Somedays there's a lot to say. Other days, not so much. But that's how conversation works.

There's rarely a day I don't take a picture. They just aren't all noteworthy. And by that, I mean I couldn't come up with a funny tag line. They are my own, personal gag reel. That isn't so personal, I guess, when you share it on the internet...  ??


We were shopping and she said, "Mom! Take a picture of me on a zebra!" So I did.


When you're in a pinch, photograph yourself. With a slightly creepy smile.





 That's Rob & Ginger's living room. aka: AWESOME




That's Brynna. In a pumpkin. With a window.

Brynna has an imaginary sister named Zuka. I have no idea where that name came from, but imagine my surprise when this was on the wall outside her classroom at the yoga studio.


It's candy corn. So the centerpiece is corn. Get it? Oh, who cares. It's pretty.


The box that the costume came in is in shreds just outside the frame of this picture. She barely got it out of the packaging before putting it on. And has asked everyday since when she gets to wear it.


Why they both didn't just stay in bed a few more minutes, I'm not sure... 
But this proves my point about everyone needing to be in my office.


Just watching football and eating ice cream with friends


Another shopping photo shoot
Because you can't go to the zoo and not ride a sea lion


Poor Miles. She doesn't just torture him. She documents it.


Nothing makes a quesadilla taste better than a balloon on your head.


I'm really not sure. I just took the picture as requested.


Mar 30, 2013

Bluebonnets

I recently made a joke to friends in DC about Texans and bluebonnets. I explained that like so much in the Lone Star State, it's both pride in all-things Texas and a tradition that most people don't even think about. They don't know when it started. They don't know why. They just know that when they were little, their parents plopped them in the middle of a grassy area with blueish purple flowers so they plop their kids in the middle of the same flowers. If you are friends with anyone Texan on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, you've probably seen evidence. And let me clear up what you were thinking: Yes, that's the side of a highway. Yes, they just pulled over, sat the kids in the flowers and took a picture.

We moved to DC when Brynna was one, so I have pictures with monuments and cherry blossoms but no bluebonnets. Well...I HAD no pictures of bluebonnets. After exactly two weeks back in Texas, BG's grandma fixed our egregious error. We are staying with David's parents while we are homeless (David prefers I call it "in transition") and Honey K asked if she and Brynna could take a day trip with friends last week. I hesitated approximately 2 seconds before I agreed and began planning my day off. I knew they were going to tour an ice cream maker but honestly, I had no idea where they were going. I knew Honey K would take care of her wherever they were, and I knew I could sleep in. Done.

Imagine my pleasant surprise when these were the shots she came home with. I wasn't born and raised in Texas, but it's now official. I've got a photo of my kid in the bluebonnets. Someone make me a badge with a star on it!




Mar 19, 2013

Four

You love ice cream with chocolate sauce, but not chocolate ice cream. (Unless its Dippin' Dots. Then you only eat chocolate. And a lot of it.)
You can run the cul-de-sac behind Pops and Honey K's house in 44 seconds and not be out of breath. (I know because you made me time you.)
You can write your ABC's.
You can count to 20. (Except for #16. You skip it every time.)
You know your address and how to spell your name.
You can name the Washington Monument, the Capitol and the White House because we used to drive by them every day.
You carry around a plastic worm from Papa's boat. His name is Paschal - like Repunzel's chameleon in the movie Tangled.
You love all. things. princess. ALL
You refuse to wear pants. Only dresses. The frillier, the better but that doesn't slow you down.

You have 2 speeds: ON and OFF. (And I have to force the OFF.)
You would rather be outside than in.
You would rather be moving than sitting still.
You love Yaya's scrambled eggs but only if Yaya makes them.
Your favorite color is pink.
Your favorite food is mac & cheese.
Your favorite book is a collection of The Berenstain Bears Aunt Brandy got you.
Your favorite sport is gymnastics. (You asked to quit ballet to do gymnastics every day of the week. You do gymnastics once a week.)
You negotiate everything. EVERY.THING. (bath time, bedtime, what you wear, how we style your hair, number of bites you have to take before you can be done...)
You must have Blankie and Aubie to sleep.
You have several imaginary kids. When I get on to you, you get on to them. Sometimes when I reprimand you for talking back, you explain that you'd never say "No" to me. You were talking to your kids.
You like to watch Jake and The Neverland Pirates, The Backyardigans and Little Bill.
You like building Lego castles.
You have every Barbie movie memorized.
You love to ride on the end of the shopping cart and hang off the end. As we pass people in the aisles, you sing "lookin' good!" and leave a trail of laughing people in our wake.
Your laugh makes people laugh.
Your smile makes people smile.

Being your mom makes me a better person.

Happy 4th Birthday, Brynna Grace

Feb 7, 2013

A(nother) Brother and a Sister

Today is another one of my favorite days.

When you get married, it could be apples...could be oranges. You can marry into people who become family or you can have a strained relationship with people who you never quite feel at home with. I got the former. My husband's brother has become my brother. I'm so glad for the day Parker was born and am grateful to call him my own.  (Note: Parker's not real keen on photos, so I don't have many and he will probably have much to say about my using this one. But it completely sums up who he is - he has the biggest heart and he loves to make people laugh - especially his mama!)



Every family marches to the beat of it's own special drum - a rhythm that each members dances to. In our family, I am the big sister. In every sense of the word, I take my role seriously. Vikki is adopted and actually only 2 months younger than me, but you'd never know it - partly because we function like two parts of the same whole and partly because she looks more like our mom than I do. (My mom has been known to tell people she was just in labor for 62 days!) Vikki is mine to love, protect, defend, teach, encourage and every now and then infuriate. She is mine. My little sister. I praise God for the day He created her and the day He grafted her into our family.


Feb 6, 2013

A Brother and a Sister

Today is one of my favorite days of the year.

It's the day my brother was born which changed my whole world because it meant that growing up, no matter who didn't like me, what happened at school or how alone I felt at summer camp, I had a friend. Oh, we fought at times like siblings do. But it was always short-lived and we were much more often on the same team than opposite sides. Ryan is married, he owns a house and manages employees at work. But although the rest of the world sees him as a grown man, he will always be my little brother. And I will always be grateful for the day God gave him to me.



Today is also my sister-friend's birthday. I wasn't there for the day she was born, but the day I met her changed my whole world all over again. Brandy is the flip side of my coin. She can finish my sentences even though she lives thousands of miles away. Just about every memory I have from age 14 to now, she's there - in the forefront, the background or right beside me. She's there. For the good, the bad and the ugly...she's there. And I'm here. And I'm so blessed to call her my family.


Sep 25, 2012

I Wonder...

I wonder what she'll be like as she grows and if she will still like girly stuff as much as she does now. I wonder if she will retain her flair for the dramatic. I wonder if she'll be as good at gymnastics as it appears she will be. I wonder if she will have lots of buddies or a few lifelong sister-friends. I wonder if she'll ever like more than three foods and what her favorite color will be. I wonder what career she'll choose. I wonder what of our life today will be her childhood memories.

first day of preK 2012 - "I wonder what my friends will think when they know I'm a princess?!"
I wonder if she will be upset or embarrassed that I share stories about her with the world. I wonder if she'll ever understand how much joy and peace her stories bring to people. I wonder if she will comprehend how many times I've heard that those stories changed, uplifted, saved someone.

mini-me
I wonder if she will know how much I love her. I wonder if she will ever grasp the depth of my care for her. I wonder if she will understand that even before she was born, I put her needs above my own. I wonder if she will know that the therapy, the discipline, the battles and the scars were, are and will always be to make her better.

Drama. Over mac & cheese.
I wonder if she knows that no matter what the answer to any of these questions, I'm so proud of who she is, who she will be and that she's mine.

Art project gone terribly wrong!

happy girl

Apr 15, 2012

Independence


No matter how strong your will, no matter how independent your desires...you are only as strong as the hand you have to hold on to.



Jun 30, 2011

SOOC

A while ago, I started a weekly challenge with a group of photographers. It proved difficult at times to relate in words what you can capture in pictures. This was one of those times.

It stumped me.  In the interest of full disclosure, I had to look it up.  I'm not a photographer and had never heard the term SOOC.  For those of you like me, SOOC means "straight out of the camera" and is a term used for photos that have not been enhanced or manipulated in any way - they look just as they did in the moment. (If I'm the only one who didn't know that, well...keep that to yourself.)

Today I had some calls to make for work.  I sat on the floor with my computer while Brynna colored and played with stickers next to me.  Suddenly, just as I hung up the phone making an appointment to show a house, I got a blow to the back.  I've never used the Photo Booth feature on my Mac, but I quickly clicked it on.  Had the homeowner been able to see through my computer, this is what he would have seen...




The perfect snapshot of us - who we are when no one is looking.  I'm guessing that's what is so special about SOOC in the photo world - when you are able to capture an image that needs no tweaking but is the exact representation of what you saw.  In my world, it means you are comfortable in your own skin.  You are content with who and where you are.  Some realtors make showing appointments from the comfort of an office with a Starbucks in their hand.  I do so on the floor while simultaneously coloring Minnie Mouse with my free hand.

So "straight out of the camera," this is what life looks like when you're working...and a mom.

Mar 4, 2011

Signs


Zoe Regina.
My niece.
My namesake.
The meaning of her name is “life” and “queen.”
God created her to live a royal life.
God doesn’t make mistakes.
He uses the imperfections of our world to show grace, do good and bring glory.
He gives us SIGNS and wonders…

Signs.
Two years ago.
A shiny, bald head, peeling fingernails and pale skin.
Wouldn’t – and couldn’t – eat, no matter how hard we tried.
So skinny.  Too skinny.
Burned.
Scarred.
Afraid.
In pain.
Tubes and machines.
Signs of disease.
Signs of hurt and need.


Signs.
Last week.
Arguing over combing her hair.
Hair that almost touches her shoulders.
Giggles.
Races.
Climbing.
Appetite.
Asking about dinner in the middle of lunch.
Tanned skin from swinging in the sun.
Skinned knees from running and playing.
Jumping in a bounce house.
“I did it, Gigi!”
No back brace.
No evidence of disease.
Clean scans.
Signs of healing.
Signs of joy and restoration.


Signs…and wonders.
Signs I promise not to forget.
Signs for which I will forever be thankful.
Signs I don’t ever want to take for granted.
Not by the hands of men.
Not by hard work or strong will.
Not by any one of us.
Signs.
and Wonders.

Therefore, in Jesus I have found reason to boast.
 I won’t tell stories of anything but that which I’ve seen firsthand – lives changed
by His signs and wonders.
 But because I’ve seen it, I have to shout it
so those who don’t know Him can see
and those who have heard can understand!
Romans 15:17-21*.



*paraphrase mine

Feb 17, 2011

I'm going to miss this...

Keeping up with Brynna is a full-time job. When she's with her cousins, it can be downright exhausting! We are visiting my sister in Malaysia, and my dad has reminded us that while it might be hard, these years with our kids when they are little are not forever. One day (sooner than we'd like), we will look back and wish again for the days of silly faces and giggles. And living on separate sides of the world means cherishing the times we have together when we have them.

Each time Vikki or I sigh (or huff and puff) from chasing our tiny tornadoes, my dad smiles like only a grandpa can in the midst of chaos and starts singing the chorus of a popular country song:
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days
Hadn’t gone by so fast

These are some good times.
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this

And he's right. 


Each time Brynna hears Vikki or I say "Daddy" she looks around and starts searching for her own daddy.  (They are all still very confused by the fact that Papa is also a daddy.)  Yesterday in the car she spent about 10 minutes waving and cheering, "Hi Daddy!  Daddy, hi!"  And just when I was about to say how I wished she would be a little quieter, I thought...I'm going to miss this.


The "Not So Twins," as we call BG and AJ, couldn't be more different.  At the science museum, they found these ramps.  They are set up to race and that's exactly what Brynna wanted to do.  But AJ was just as content to chase the golf balls and bring them back to BG.  They did this so long we finally let them race one last time and had to move on.  I was so sick of standing in that one spot watching those same golf balls but then I realized how much fun they were having doing something so simple.  And I thought...I'm going to miss this.  
(Yaya and Papa did not share my impatience.  They would have stood there for hours holding those two if that's what they wanted.)  :) 


If you have one, you better have three.  Three books, three toys, three race cars.  Zoe hadn't gotten to her car in this picture, but believe me it's an all-out fight if we unfortunately end up in a situation where someone has to wait (or Heaven-forbid) have something different than the others.  The constant love-hate battles can wear a person down.  But just when the bickering reaches new decibels, one of them starts giggling and the others follow suit.  And you can't help but think...I'm going to miss this.


Hugs can be deadly and holding hands sometimes ends in a skinned knee or two.  But these three love each other with all their little selves.  And even when they are falling all over each other, even I can admit...I'm going to mis this.


Monkey-see, monkey-do.  What one does, they all must do.  And when we have to go home and won't get to see each other for several more months, I know without question...I'm going to miss this.


They refused to look at the camera.  All of them.  When they want to, they band together in their own little militia.  I honestly think they could rule the world with the bat of an eyelash, the flip of a pigtail and a grin that melts even the toughest cynic.  

Even when they drive me nuts, I know...these are some good times.  I'm going to miss this.

Feb 15, 2011

Credit Where Credit is Due!


I am quick to point out when my little bundle of too-much-energy gives me a run for my money.  I share all kinds of stories of her tantrums and outbursts.  But I can also give credit where it’s due, and Brynna Grace deserves some.  My child – my child who isn’t even 2 years old – did AMAZING on the way to Kuala Lumpur!

Friday night around 7:30pm, Yaya, Papa, David, Brynna and I loaded into the car and headed to the airport.  Brynna smiled, waved and blew kisses to the Qatar Airways employees while I got the 4 of us ticketed and all of our bags checked.  We then said goodbye to Daddy and went toward security.  We were most certainly “those people” – the ones you see in front of you in line and make a mental note to avoid at any cost when it comes time to put your belongings through the scanner.  People were flocking away from us like we had the plague.  And I don’t blame them one bit.  Between us, we had 4 carry-on bags, inside of which I had to pack enough food, activities, milk, juice and blankets to entertain and care for a child for 24 hours.  Think of all the things a kid uses in a 24 time frame and then try packing that in a bag that can only weight 15 pounds!  I’m pretty sure I went over that weight limit on every bag and I’m not afraid to admit I broke that rule.  I also broke another rule unintentionally. FYI…Play Doh is not allowed on airplanes.  Oops.

As other travelers went as quickly as possible in every direction but ours, we started unloading sippy cups, juice bottles and a 34 oz container of Lactaid into plastic bins and onto the conveyer belt.  While I tried to remember where I had stowed all the liquids, I turned to BG and said, “Take off your shoes, please, so we can go through the scanner.”  And what did she do?  She sat her little bottom right down, took off her shoes, placed them in the bin next to mine and walked her big girl self right through security!  On the other side, while I helped the nice TSA man check all the sippy cups for…you know…I’m not even really sure what they are checking for.  You have to open each one and they wave a piece of paper over the top of the cup.  Not sure what that’s telling them other than my kid drinks a lot.  Either way, while Yaya and I did that, Brynna quietly grabbed her shoes and walked over to the chair where you wait if you need to be wanded.  She climbed up, sat down, put her shoes back on and then waved to other people as they came through the security line.  TSA workers were coming from everywhere to see the cute little girl in pigtails and to tell me she’s the best behaved kid they’ve ever seen.  That is not a compliment we get often and if I’d had more time, I may have asked them to write something down so we could hang it on the fridge.  My little big girl was a champ!  Not once did she fuss or squabble.  Not once did I have to repeat an instruction.

After security, we got to do what Brynna came to do.  No, not board a plane.  Ride the escalators!  She had the greatest time and the icing on the cake…?  The escalators took us to a train!  Talk about overjoyed!  Two great things in one day!?  Forget that we are about to board a plane for 12 hours…what’s important is that the train says Choo Choo!!!

We boarded our first flight without hassle, found our bulkhead seats (yay for leg room!) and started unloading.  I had a system and I worked it!  I was pulling out blankets, books and pajamas…I even had a sound machine.  I did my best to recreate our nightly routine to help Brynna sleep well.  Given a few more minutes, I may have painted our seats green like the walls of her bedroom and hung a pink curtain or two.  Just after take-off, her eyes were getting heavy and I thought we were home free.  But then…they turned on all the cabin lights and served dinner.  Who eats dinner at 11pm?!  Needless to say, that was a distraction so BG didn’t go to sleep.  But she read books and played quietly for an hour until they finally turned the lights out and then layed on Yaya’s lap until she fell asleep somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.  She was woken up by turbulence, flight attendants and bright lights but not once did she cry loudly.  And by the time we landed in Doha, Qatar, she had rested enough to change out of her pj’s and run around during our 3 hour layover. 

Flight Two was a bit more tricky because for our internal clocks, it was daytime.  But Brynna did great.  She played games, worked puzzles, read books and watched the Backyardigans for 4 hours.  She then snuggled once more on Yaya’s lap and went to sleep for the last leg of that flight.  Just in time for landing, she woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.  And dry!  Brynna Grace Johnston, age 23 months, had not one accident during 24 hours of plane flights!  She went potty on the plane and in the airports, but not once in her panties.

The only minor meltdown occurred while going through Immigration.  But honestly, who hasn’t wanted to throw themselves on the ground, kicking and screaming while standing in line at Immigration?  I can’t completely blame her.  She was only expressing what I felt but couldn’t say – “I’m tired, I’ve waited long enough, now let me get to Zoe, AJ and Aunt Vikki!!”  And that’s what we did!

As we rounded the corner after Customs, Zoe and AJ broke through the rope you aren’t supposed to cross, and like a scene from a movie, the three of them ran to each other squealing with delight.  It was the best thing in the world to see.  From that moment on, Brynna and her cousins have been inseparable.  I have never heard this child giggle so much in my life.  She doesn’t care what sights we see or what we do as long as she’s got Zoe’s hand on one side and AJ’s on the other.  And again…I can’t blame her.  She’s only expressing what I feel inside, too!

Cheese!  Just hangin' in the airplane basinette!

BG giggled the whole 45 min drive from the airport to Aunt Vikki's

This is how we walk everywhere...hand in hand

Couldn't be happier...just being together

Feb 10, 2011

Photos Worth A Thousand Words

Hope has been my BF4ever since the 7th grade. She recently began developing her interest in photography into some of the most brilliant images I've ever seen. She has a way of capturing life that few can rival. I can tell a story with words, but Hope needs only a camera lens. Like so many photographers, she has a gift that leaves me speechless. (And that's saying something.)

While I can't take them, I can appreciate the pictures that help us love and laugh and remember. 





she's going to kill me, but i LOVE Hope's self portrait

Dec 27, 2010

Top Ten Things I'll Miss the Most: The End


#2 and #1 – My Cot Carriers and My Girls
I have struggled to write the last two of my Top Ten, so I’m just putting them together.  They bleed into each other.  They are so close to my heart it hurts less to try the denial tactic when thinking of saying goodbye.

Several years ago, I sat across the table from Cheri (whom I call my spiritual mother) and cried.  I had faced hurts before, but the road in front of me at that time was more than I could bear.  Cheri assured me that, yes, it was more than I could bear alone, but God never said I had to walk alone.  She read me the story in Mark 2 of the man who lay paralyzed on a mat.  Jesus assured the man that his own faith had healed him but when he was incapable of doing so on his own, it was his friends who carried him to Jesus.  Cheri promised to carry my cot at the times I was incapable of getting through on my own.  She kept that promise ten fold.  But one person alone can’t carry your cot, so others came alongside me and poured out their love, care, affection, kindness and grace.  God used Mike, Mikele, Deb, Dr. Jim, Janay and so many others to carry David and I as He strengthened our faith and healed us. 

Each of those people holds a piece of my heart.  They saw me at my worst and carried me anyway.  They knew the cost and still chose to love me.  That is a rare gift.  Everyone needs to know that feeling.  My feelings for the friends who carried my cot are deeper than words can express.  How do you say goodbye to the ones who carried you to Jesus?  I can’t.  All I can do is trust and know that the Jesus in me has seen the Jesus in each of you and that makes every mile between us Holy Ground.  And Holy Ground makes us family.

Sometimes your family carries your cot and sometimes carrying your cot transforms friends to family.  Hope and Brandy will always be my sister-friends.  I have the rare privilege of calling their girls my goddaughters, and I hold that responsibility with the utmost honor.  It makes me sad to think I’ll be farther away from gymnastics meets and first steps and birthdays, but I know we will remain connected as we have for almost 20 years because our hearts are linked. 

But now I have more than just two to miss.  When I moved to Dallas I thought I’d never again know the type of friendship forged over time.  I assumed that only someone who has known you since you were 12 can feel as close as family. I’m so grateful God proved me wrong.  I am sad with a hole in my heart but because there will be a void in the absence of my girls.  I will miss being there the day Kelly, Kelli and Tania bring home their first babies.  I won’t be there when Lisa finds her wings and really learns to fly.  I will miss comparing shoes with Kris and dancing with Cassandra, Brittney and Kemi.  I will miss laughing about life’s messes with Stephanie, Jami, Kim and Yanci.

And then there’s Janay.  We laugh that on the outside we couldn’t look more different but somehow people continue to mix up our names.  We just chalked it up to the fact that we’re so alike on the inside it spills out and confuses people.  When I inspect myself through a raw and honest lens, I know that my life would look completely different without my sister-friend.  God used Janay to open my ears to Him.  I couldn’t have learned many of the lessons I have in the past several years or grown and matured as I have without her friendship.  We have sharpened each other as iron but more importantly, she was the laughter I needed in the midst of hurt.  She understood my jokes and my life experiences.  When I felt alone, she was the one with whom I could be my real, authentic self.  She understood the color of my heart.  That safety and security softened me to hear God’s voice. 

I can’t begin to understand what life is going to feel like without my girls.  It doesn’t seem possible that I’ll wake up tomorrow and they won’t be down the street.  I keep hearing in my mind a poem by E. E. Cummings.  It ends with…

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)




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