Mostly365: Jump

The other day when I had the big camera out I was able to take a set of pictures of Quinlan playing hopscotch. I love the way they turned out.

Quinlan 1

quinlan 2

Quinlan 3

Quinlan 4

Mostly 365: Cute Factor

I am lucky to have some very photogenic models to help me learn to be a better photographer. I decided to split up the pictures so you don’t die of the cute.


He is growing up so much.


I will just mention that the shirt and tie were entirely his idea.

Too bad I can't find these in my size.

Too bad I can’t find these in my size.

The smile and those eyes make him just a little bit lethal.

The smile and those eyes make him just a little bit lethal.




Just Write (2): Hands

Holding Hands I see his small hand in mine and feel the warmth. Sometimes he grabs my hand, but now it is mostly me that is holding on for dear life. I hold on because he is my baby, the last of my babies. I hold on for fear, I hold on for warmth, I hold on because I can’t bear to let go.

I wonder how long I will be able to go on holding his hand. How long can I make sure that he holds my hand as we walk to school to get his brother? How long before I don’t hold his hand when crossing the street? Do I have to ever let go?

Right now I can still cover his whole hand with mine. I feel the warmth of the little fingers even as they are wiggling out of my grasp. I see the day in my head so clearly, a hand that I can no longer cover with my own. A hand so big that he warms my hand instead of me warming his. I see a time when he is embarrassed to be see holding his mother’s hand, and god forbid that you give him a hug in public.

Right now as I look at this picture of us holding hands on our walk to school I take hope that he will not tire of holding hands with me so soon. I feel the fingers grabbing my hand and dragging me where he wants me to come to see the new train track he build, or the drawing he made.  I feel how small his hands still are, and the smoothness of the skin that hasn’t seen 39 1/2 years of life. I wonder how rough my hands must feel to his tiny smooth hands. It is a wonder he wants those hands near him. But hands speak to the life you have lived. My hands show the scars of life, the work I have done, the life I have lived. They still have lots of living left to do and so do his.

I will hold his hand as long as he will let me.


This is the second time I am participating in Heather’s Just Write. If you also want to do some free writing of the extraordinary and ordinary moments in you life, my advice is do it! Head over to Heather’s blog and soak up the beauty of her words and link of the beauty of yours.

Mostly 365: Quinlan and Aidan

After 2 days not posting my #mostly365 to the blog, but still posting to Instagram and Facebook, I decided to bring out the big camera again and try to get some good shots of the boys. I am really pleased with some of these pictures and I am hoping the edits to one or two make them what I envisioned when I was taking them. I think I will try to reenact a few and get the focal point in a different place to make them a better picture next time. I may also back date a couple of the previous pictures that I did indeed take, so that I keep a record of all the photographs. I hope that in a year, or even a few months there will be some improvements in my photography.

Out of Order

There is new infrastructure at Broadway and Spruce for a pedestrian controlled light. This has been ready for weeks and it is still not uncovered and working. We are still waiting and it would be lovely to be able to cross here to go to school.

Quinlan hamming it up for the camera.

Quinlan hamming it up for the camera.

Holding Hands

Sometimes it is him dragging me and sometimes it is the other way round.


Is my head getting smaller Mommy?

Those Eyes

Those eyes take my breath away sometimes.


Aidan is genuinely happy to see all of us after school. He takes off to play with his brother almost immediately.


I asked the boys to act like brothers so I could take a picture. This was the first one.

Brothers part deux

Brothers part deux

Brothers part trois

Brothers part trois

Picture Tag

This was the beginning of picture tag.

This is the picture that I want to take again sometime. I just need to have Q be the focal point or maybe have a much higher F stop. I am still ponering because I like the composition if not the focus.

This is the picture that I want to take again sometime. I just need to have Q be the focal point or maybe have a much higher F stop. I am still pondering because I like the composition if not the focus.


I couldn’t resist another shot of Quinlan and those eyes. It reminds me that I need to get Aidan some non-darkening glasses for cloudy day shots.