Capturing Milestones with Frequent Photography

How to capture your children’s milestones with photography… I have always been a strong advocate for getting pictures made, especially of my children. While I’m not huge into the posed newborn shots, especially since mama likes her sleep and I don’t want to deal with spending hours possibly making my new baby upset – I just use my SLR to take some shots and call it a day… I AM big on capturing all the rest. When Jude was 6 months old, we took family pictures for our Christmas cards. As he…

Raising a Daughter Without Your Mom

Raising a daughter without your mom… An essay about raising a daughter without your mom. I roamed the streets of Dublin in a haze that shifted from confused to mad to heartbroken with every step. When I saw a small bookstore with signs in the window advertising a going-out-of-business sale, everything only 5 euros, I went inside, leaving my emotions on the street. They didn’t belong in such a sacred space. I found a book smeared in shades of lavender, a color my mom painted our downstairs bathroom. It was called “Love’s Last Gift…

Top 5 Things to Do in Lancaster, PA with Kids

Top 5 Things To Do near Lancaster, PA with KIDS! There are so many things to do in Lancaster, PA with kids! This list could be longer. A couple of weeks ago, I (bravely) took the kids with me… alone… to visit family in PA and NJ. On the way up, we stopped in DC for 3 hours and saw a few great sights! On the way back down, we stopped at Dulles to see the air and space museum. It was a fun week, but oh so hectic. If baby girl didn’t hate the car seat so much…

Why I Stand With Baby and Company

First, let me start this by saying I only consider myself like 60% crunchy. I babywear and had a water birth, but I also vaccinate and didn’t eat my placenta. I work in the medical field for my day job and I write my blog in my free time. I’m not the perfect example of a granola mom, and I’m not giving my child drugs every time they sneeze. I’m average, I guess. I’m a mama who makes her own decisions in an informed way and sometimes they fall to the left and sometimes to…

The devil that is grief.

Grief is the devil. He’s been around a lot lately, more so than I care to let on. In the shower. On the closet floor when I’m organizing my socks. On the drive to work. In bed late at night. When I spill something. When my son gives me an attitude. When my daughter won’t stop crying. When a thought pops into my head of something I need to ask or tell my mother. Grief is all consuming in the darkness. Grief is a never ending ladder in the light, one I keep climbing…