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.
It seems that the busier I become, the more my daily chores fall apart at the helms. My once, extremely regimented, cleaning schedule is now sadly neglected (as are my second floor bathrooms.) I feel like my day is full of building block towers, putting out small fires (aka: sibling fights) and spending every single “free” moment at the computer working on either photography, or Daily Mom. Weekends are full of activities, birthday parties, and family outings.
But honestly, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love being busy. But my laundry? Well, as much as I try to stay on top of it, sometimes it just piles up. Vivien and I have super sensitive skin. Neither of us can use very many brands of laundry detergent. But we do love all free clear!
My goal (and tip!) is to do one load of laundry every single day. To be quite honest, sometimes there isn’t a full load every single time (and by “full” I mean nearly overflowing and probably way too much clothes than my washer can actually handle.)
I actually started using all free clear when I was cloth diapering Vivien, and usually have a bottle around for when I need to pull out the big laundry soap guns. I especially love the all free clear with oxi stainlifters, and it handles the dirty kiddo stains with ease!
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.
NEW From the #1 Detergent Brand Recommended by Dermatologists Allergists and Pediatricians comes all® free clear liquid fabric softener and dryer sheets. Use together to make fabrics cleaner, softer, and more comfortable against your family’s sensitive skin. 100% free of dyes and perfumes. Gentle on skin. Safe for all washing machines. Find it in your fabric conditioner aisle!
Other detergents don’t measure up to all free clear:
- all® free clear detergent (liquid and mighty pacs), fabric softener and dryer sheets have received the National Eczema Association (NEA) Seal of Acceptance™.
- Products with the NEA Seal of Acceptance™ are those that avoid certain chemicals, dyes, perfumes and residues that are known to be unsuitable for use by persons with eczema or a sensitive skin condition.
- all free clear has only 9 ingredients, that’s less than half the ingredients of Tide Free & Gentle
So tell me- what’s your biggest and best laundry tip?
Many thanks to all free clear for sponsoring today’s story, and encouraging me to try all free clear!
Photo Copyright, Memoirs Photography
Hey everyone! I’m super excited to finally reveal some of my recent home decor renovations and upgrades that kept Eli and I busy during the end of February and beginning of March.
To read details about the items, please check out this post on Daily Mom: Updating Your Home Decor for Spring.
Our first step was painting the main floor. When we moved in to this house in 2012, we inherited paint color. It wasn’t awful, it just wasn’t me. The main floor was 3 different colors of brown and beige, and I always dreamed about updating the color palette to a “cool” one of greys and bright whites.
Most of the walls were painted with Sherwin Williams Morning Fog and we did the accent color with Ice Cube. The bright white really opens up the hallway area by the front door, leading into the kitchen, and honestly, I’m a sucker for white.
I’m also a sucker for this awesome wide angle lens that I rented from Mike’s Camera. Swoon. I love me some distorted edges. It makes me seriously want to go into real estate photography. I loved it!
Brand new Fiesta Dishes in bright colors were also added, as well as new placemats. Please don’t judge me, but sometimes I stare inside my cabinets at my new pretty dishes. I’m not even joking. I love them so, so much.
I also got some new curtains from Ikea for my front room and dining room back in November of last year, and I love how the white looks against the grey walls. We plan on painting all the windowsills and trim in the Ice Cube color during the summer time, because the frog tape pulled off the trim paint pretty badly (but it DID prevent paint drips, unlike blue tape. So frog tape is the clear and obvious winner.)
And finally. On to one of my favorite parts. The back family room and kitchen had red valances, and a boring white curtain on a rod that was literally falling out of the wall. I knew I wanted all three of the window curtains in the back to match, and that I wanted yellow to be the main color. I contacted a lady from my Mom’s Club that I’m a part of, regarding custom making the valances and curtains. After ordering about 30 swatches of yellow fabric from Fabric.com, I finally found the perfect one: Dena Designs Sunshine Linen Blend. I loved how it wasn’t a mustard yellow hue, and it wasn’t baby-pastel either. It’s a beautiful mixture of bright and light and airy.
We also got new couches back in November as well, as a Christmas gift. (Hampton Sofa and Loveseat from Sofa Mart.) I love love LOVE them. I also painted our toy storage bin with some Annie Sloan paint in Greek Blue, and added some fun accessories that I found for super cheap from Ikea.
If you’re local in the Denver/Aurora area, I highly recommend Michelle Hoge Crafts for anything that you need that’s crafty, like custom curtains! I picked out my fabric, and she pretty much handled everything else. It was way easier and way cheaper than combing through a billion websites for the perfect fabric, not to mention that most curtain panels go for at least $75 for a pair- and that’s not even including valances, which they typically don’t stock in matching.
So there it is! My main floor has pretty much been made-over completely since moving in almost 3 years ago. It’s 100% us, and our style, and I can’t wait to raise my little family in this beautiful home that I’m so blessed to have.
What do you think? What color scheme is your home decorated in?