Last week, I had the pleasure of taking Vivien for a special girl’s day to visit a local Denver photographer who specializes in Priceless Heirloom Fairy Portraits, and I simply had to share my experience with you all, in hopes that, if you’re local in the Denver Metro Area, you’ll check out Paul Maynard Photography.
Paul has been specializing in Heirloom Fairy Portraits since 2009, and his passion for his work and creating the ultimate magical experience for little girls is truly evident in every single one of his amazing photographs. He has a passion for photography that guides his life, and is super admirable (especially since I am an aspiring photographer myself.) He takes pride in his work, and has created a totally unique experience for kids to transform into a magical fairy in a photo session. When we arrived at Vivien’s fairy session, he completely took over and guided Vivien into morphing, physically and emotionally, into a fairy princess.
He had a welcoming home studio, and a wide variety of outfits and wings and crowns available, and Vivien was able to choose which outfit she wanted and what color wings she wanted to sport for her session. (She obviously chose pink, because, #girlprobs)
Paul has an enchanted forest, and Vivien was able to pose, while Paul facilitated the session completely and prompted some of the most stunning, magical and adorable photos I’ve ever seen.
But enough of my yapping. The proof is in the photo. And I cannot be more thrilled with the image that I chose as her “best and final.”
Isn’t it stunning?!
When I got home and showed her the image, she was overjoyed. You guys, a week later she still talks about her fairy photoshoot, multiple times a day. She loved taking the app and showing it to her Daddy, and often asks to look at her fairy photo on my phone and is seriously enthralled by it, and constantly says, “don’t I look beautiful as a fairy princess?”
This isn’t just any photo session. It’s a once in a lifetime experience that your children will adore for ages, and you will have some gorgeous artwork to adorn your walls forever. The entire experience was special, and was treated as so.
To make things even better, and to sweeten the deal more, Paul Maynard Photography is hosting his annual Fairy Fundraiser benefiting Ronald McDonald House Charities Denver. Sessions throughout July and August are offered at a discounted price (and you also receive a free 8×10 gift print!) and your child is then entered into the fundraiser automatically. Online voting to be featured into the calendar begins in September, and all profits raised from the online voting benefit the Ronald McDonald House in Denver. Last year, $17,000 was raised, and this year’s goal is $50,000!
Paul Maynard Photography is currently in phase one of this fundraiser, but only sessions in July and August 2015 are eligible for the model search, so if you’re interested, hurry up and book now! (Click here to book your session!)
The free 8×10 photo is on order, and I am so excited to frame it and put it in Vivien’s bedroom for her to admire every single day, and remember her special day where she became a fairy princess.
I can’t wait to see my local friend’s fairy photos pop up on my facebook page! Also, boy moms have no fear! Paul Maynard also has awesome photo sessions available for boys that feature them as a knight in armor, slaying a huge mystical dragon! I’m so excited to take William to do it once he’s old enough! (Plus how cool would it be to have a boy featured in the calendar?)
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Disclaimer: I was provided the session fee waived in return for my honest review. All opinions stated are 100% my own, and I don’t post anything on my blog that I don’t love myself.
I’ve always been a lover of all things fall. However, since having kids, I can’t help but re-evaluate my strong “anti-summer” stance and embrace summer for what’s it’s worth- creating memories with my kids. We spend the days playing outside, and the evenings eating ice cream or popsicles on the deck. The days are long, and busy, and absolutely exhausting. But watching them experience simple summer perks such as eating dinner in your bathing suit, or taking a late bath to wash the day’s grime off.
I try really hard to step out of my comfort zone and allow my kids to make memories and get dirty. I don’t want to have them remember their childhood covered with caution. That directly correlates to their clothing too, and that’s why I’m here, yet again, touting about the wonders of all free clear.
all free clear is the #1 recommended detergent brand by Dermatologists, Allergists, and Pediatricians for sensitive skin. It’s tough on stains yet gentle enough for the whole family. Plus, it’s safe for use in standard and HE machines. It rinses clean and has a gentle, hypoallergenic formula. Powerful Clean. Gentle on Skin.
all free clear is also 100% hypoallergenic.
The NEW OXI booster whitens and brightens clothes. It’s safe on sensitive skin. It costs 15% less than the leading brand AND you can use it to remove stains around the house (it can be used on carpet, upholstery and patio furniture, just to name a few!)
So now, instead of stressing out about how I’m going to scrub the popsicle stain off Will’s shirt, or get the grass stain off Vivien’s newest leggings, I sit back and enjoy the moment right along with them.
How do you enjoy summer with your kids?
I got my very first ever SLR camera in 2002, when I graduated high school. Notice the lack thereof “D” in that sentence. Yep. Film. My mom gave it to me early so that I could take it with me on my senior class trip to Chicago, and I thought I was hot-stuff. I honestly don’t remember why I felt the need to own an SLR, but my only criteria was that it *needed* to manually focus. (Something that now I wouldn’t even dream of doing. Haha!)
It wasn’t long after that, my ex bought his very first digital camera, and I pretty much confiscated it. I remember it being bulky and super pixelated. My SLR really only realistically got used for about 2 years, before I had moved on to “upgrading” into crappy point and shoot cameras.
Just last week, I upgraded my DSLR into a full frame, “professional” camera. Needless to say, my big camera has been shoved in their faces far more than usual, and she has been subject to *countless* impromptu photo shoots testing out various settings/lenses, etc.
It was around that same time that Vivien pulled out my old film SLR from my closet, and started carrying it around with her, pretty much 24/7. So I decided that maybe this camera will instill that same love for photography in her, as it once did in me. That’s probably far too lofty of a goal, considering she is merely 3 years old, but it’s still fun to witness, none-the-less. At any given time, either she or William is wearing this old camera strapped around their neck, looking every bit the part of tiny-Asian-tourist-at-Disney.
The other day, we had this discussion.
Vivien: “Mommy, I’m going to take a picture of you looking.”
Me: “Looking where? Should I say cheese?”
Vivien: “No, just look out the window at the birdies. You look so pretty. Good job looking, Mommy!”
Mind you, I had literally broken my toe 12 hours later, and hadn’t showered in…well..a bit. But she saw her photo, and she went for it. And it was “beautiful” according to her. And I even did a “good job looking.”
Once upon a time, I had a series I did called “foto-Friday” so here’s a compilation of photos taken from the past month or so. Happy Friday, friends!
Preface: This post has been sitting in drafts for over a month, because I simply haven’t been able to finish it. Writing has always been a form of therapy for me, for as long as I can remember. This post has been sitting in my drafts because I have been afraid to publish it for every single reason under the sun. It’s not my “normal” post. But this blog has followed my life- from marriage to childbirth and everything beyond. I promise I’ll be back to spamming photos of my kids very soon.
On April 7th, my 93 year old grandma passed away. My grandparents were the coolest grandparents ever. I could seriously take up pages upon pages of memories from their annual 4 month long trips to California in their motor home to visit my siblings and me. They always arrived in January, and stayed through my birthday. Maybe because we didn’t have them around all the time, those vacations were sacred to us. Our summer breaks from school were spent driving cross country, and spending time in Michigan visiting them, and experiencing summer time in Michigan on my Grandpa’s boat, and at the lake all day, every day. Evenings were spent with family. My Mom’s only sister had 4 sons, and then the California brood would complete the 7 grandkid gang during visits.
When I was 10, my mom and I moved to Michigan. We lived at my Grandparents house for the short while we were house hunting (they actually let us have the main house, and chose to live in their motor home parked in the yard for those couple months.) I saw them all the time, from there on out. We’d sit in their pew every single Sunday at church. We celebrated every single holiday as a large extended family (even Memorial Day, and every single grandkid and great grandkid’s birthday.) Family functions were (are!) loud, boisterous, and hysterical.
Looking back, I took most of it for granted, as any teenager would probably do. I assumed that all families were as close knit, because it’s all I knew. My grandparents were the backbone of that family bond.
My Grandma was the glue.There was nothing she loved more than spending time with her grandchildren and great grandkids. She was the perfect organizer, and was always there for us with encouraging words, advice, and knowledge. She (tried) to teach me how to sew, and always sneaked me treats and cookies every time I would go over to her house, which was pretty much weekly. I’d pet her head and tell her lovingly, “Hi Little Grandma.” I’m fairly certain I was taller than her by the time I turned 7 years old, but she’d still smirk and call me, “Little Megan.” She absolutely lived for her kids and grandkids, and it was so, so evident in everything she did, every day.
My grandpa would regularly hang out with his grandsons, and spend time with my sister and I doing things that interested us. He helped my sister move into her first college dorm room, gave my brother his first salute when he graduated from Officer’s Candidate School, and he and grandma attended every single school play, basketball game I either played in or cheered for, and especially every concert performance I ever took part in. He died in 2000. William is named after him, and he has some amazing, and giant shoes to fill to live up to his namesake.
After I moved away from Michigan in 2004, I was only able to make the trek back “home” to Michigan a few times. I regret that now, because I wish I had more memories with Grandma as an adult, and especially as a mother myself now. But the few times that I was able to see her, I always made it a point to spend as much time with her as possible, and I usually stayed at her house when all of my siblings and nieces and nephews would roll into town. I always marvelled at Grandma. She never acted old. She lived in a 2 story house, and would climb up and down a steep flight of stairs at the drop of a pin and never, ever complained. I once spoke on the phone to her about a year and a half ago, and she was in the process of trying to cut down some tree branches outside, and was literally annoyed at herself that she didn’t have the strength that year to climb up on a ladder and cut down the branches above her garage with a chainsaw. I’m not making that up. My Grandma could kick your Grandma’s butt.
My mom came to visit my family in Colorado this past November and when she left, she said, “You should really come visit your grandma.” I told Eli that we needed to start saving money, and we tentatively began planning a family vacation to Michigan the following May, once winter was over. That January, Grandma got admitted to the hospital for heart problems, and she just never bounced back. She took a turn for the worse in mid-March, and I literally packed up my kid’s (and my) belongings and jumped in the car two days later and drove from Denver to Michigan, by myself, with both kids. The luxury of being a stay at home mom meant that my schedule was kind of open ended. I was able to see her, and I knew it was the last time I would be seeing her alive. I would go sit with her during the day when both of my kids were napping. I’d hold her hand, try to make her as comfortable as possible, and be her water-hander-over. She even rallied a few times while I was there, and would feel well enough to sit up in a chair, and I was even able to take the kids to the hospital a couple times to visit her.
We left after spending two weeks in Michigan. She died less than two weeks later. My brother and sister and I decided that it was best to travel to Michigan for the funeral without the children, so the three of us camped out at my Mom’s house, and it was fun to spend sibling time with them- which is something that we haven’t done in probably 20 years. The days were spent at the funeral home, and then at the funeral. But the night of her funeral will last in my head forever.
All of the 7 cousins were together, for the first time in 15 years. We all met over at my aunt’s house, just like old times. We ate leftovers, laughed, shared stories, and played games. It was loud, and boisterous, and perfect. It was then that I realized that this gathering was exactly what my grandparents would have wanted. I can see my grandpa now, smiling, turning down his hearing aid (he didn’t need it around this gang) and looking around. Whenever the entire family was together, he would always look at my grandma and smile and say, “and it all started with a milkshake.” She would always tssk and let out her classic, “Beeeiilll” (Bill) in response.
Their first date, he invited her to get a milkshake with him. 73+ years later, this is their legacy. Us. And I am so blessed to have known my grandparents for as long as I did.
It got me thinking; will Eli be saying that to me, one day? I sure hope so.
(Though I highly doubt that “It all started with us watching infomercials on TV with my roommate” has quite the ring to it.)
Rest in peace together, Grandma and Grandpa Z. You’ll always be my inspiration.