Selfie at the Bridge of Sighs

 

Miss C wanted to take a selfie at the Bridge of Sighs during our recent visit to Venice.

Just as she found the perfect position right on the edge of the landing, an older couple forcefully pushed themselves behind her and CLASPED ARMS over her to get a photo themselves, and then talked to their travel buddy photographer as if Miss C wasn’t standing there.

As I watched this from across the bridge, I was ready to go speak my mind to those rude Europeans. But before I could move, Miss C just calmly took her photo and then leaned into them a little, grinning into THEIR camera as if she was their grandkid. They (and their travel buddy photographer) were so focused on themselves, they didn’t even notice her doing that. They took a few snaps and then walked away.

Is it really a photobomb when they themselves put her in that position? Love my girl and her sensibilities.

1000th Photo

This is my 1,000th Instagram pic. A selfie, of course. First Instagram pic was taken in October 2011 as Martin and I headed into downtown DC for our first date night after our son was born. #1,000 was taken in our hallway in Germany after sending the girls off to school and before I headed to work, and the boys went out with Martin’s mom and brother.

Life is good.

The kids had such a good time with their Oma and Onkel Christian!
The kids had such a good time with their Oma and Onkel Christian!

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I know that Germans love their peace and quiet, so I try to be respectful when I’m calling for the children as they are playing outside.

But every now and then, I forget myself and I end up yelling [in English] something like, “If you don’t get your lil’ asses into this house RIGHT NOW, you will be SO SORRY, you have no idea. YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!” Then I scan the neighborhood as my children run into the house, certain to see some older German frau on the phone calling me in, but I never do.

And now I know why. I just heard my German neighbor calling in her children. I have absolutely nothing to worry about. 😉

Prom and Photos

 

got to tag along and take photos for my American friends as they sent their daughters off to prom. I’ve always been curious as to how the American kids celebrated this tradition over here in Europe. Continue reading

Photo Memory

Martin and Jaz, October 2014. Jaz is three.

[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap] was going through the photos I took this past weekend and I had to stop when I came to this one of Jaz asleep on Martin’s shoulder.

I instantly recognized that it looks very much like a photo I took in May 2006 of Miss C and Martin at a local Relay for Life event. So I pulled it up and confirmed that yes, my kids make the same face when they are asleep and yes, my memory is still sharp despite decades of irregular sleep patterns, skipping the fish oil pills, parenthood, and all that jazz.

Martin doesn’t understand how my brain is able to work this way, and it drives him nuts. I can recall a single photo I took nearly ten years ago, but I can’t recall where I last put my favorite pair of shoes. (Maybe downstairs by the door? My closet? Under my bed?)

This drives him nuts.

But come on. Look at these photos! How could I ever forget these sweet little faces? 🙂

Martin and Miss C in May 2006. She was two and a half.

 

Capturing Your Own Future American President

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Photographer Matthew Jordan Smith showing us a preview of his work during our photo shoot with him in Washington DC in August 2013. Photo used with permission.

[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]F[/dropcap]or the last two years, photographer Matthew Jordan Smith traveled to every state in America to photograph children from 100 families to create his book, Future American President: 50 States – 100 Families – Infinite Dreams.

The book is a visual story of the dreams of children across the United States, and a reminder that anyone can aspire to and ultimately achieve greatness. By featuring children from diverse backgrounds and every state, the hope is that children will see themselves in the hopes of their peers while informing them about individual state facts and past American Presidents.

Martin, the kids, and I are so honored to be a part of the book. While the Boys and Girls Club of America helped Matthew find a lot of his families, Matthew actually found us through this blog in the course of his research (when Parents Magazine readers named us “Best All-Around Mom Blog“, and of course, we agreed to participate. The book’s theme and intent are right in the step with the things Martin and I believe for our own kids.

And also? I couldn’t help, but be amazed by Matthew’s body of work and experience. Not only has he been featured on America’s Next Top Model, the View, and other television shows, he regularly photographs the likes of Oprah, Samuel L. Jackson, Halle Berry, Taye Diggs, Vanessa Williams, and countless images you’ve certainly seen in magazines, billboards, and publications. He’s also been recognized for using and sharing his talents to raise awareness for various social issues, such as his first book entitled Lost and Found, which focused on missing and exploited children and was endorsed by the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

Was I initially nervous and slightly intimidated by his biography and the fact that he regularly works with the world’s most gorgeous and famous individuals?

Yes.

But as soon as we connected, I was  immediately disarmed and won over by his gentle nature and down-to-earth personality. Once we worked out all the details, he flew here to Washington D.C. to photograph us in front of the Thomas Jefferson Memorial and beautiful Tidal Basin. Not only was it thrilling to be the subject of a legit photo shoot in such an iconic setting, but the children really enjoyed watching Matthew and his assistant as they worked. And as a father himself, he knew just what to say to engage the children, and took the time to patiently explain his cameras, how the lights worked, and even handed over his camera for Lola to use as she snapped some images herself. (I don’t think I took a single breath during those moments!)

We’ve seen some of the outtakes from that session, and we can’t wait to see the completed book when it publishes later this year, especially since Matthew is inviting others — including YOU — to put their own future President on the book cover itself.

It’s a limited-time opportunity that’s available now for those who would like to personalize their book.

He put together a short video explaining how to photograph your own Future American President and submit it to the publishers, which you can see below. You can also read about the submission process HERE.

Oh, and did I mention you can actually talk with Matthew and me about the book, the personalized cover, AND ask Matthew anything you want to know about photography and working in Hollywood?

Oh, yes.

That is happening.

On Monday, July 28, Matthew and I are going to hold a Twitter chat.

Beginning at 5:30 pm East Coast Time/2:30 pm Pacific Coast Time, we’re going to take to our Twitter handles and have a conversation using the hashtag #FPChat2014.

If you are on Twitter, you can follow me HERE. You can follow Matthew HERE.

Once you are logged into Twitter using your own Twitter name, you can tweet at us with any comments or questions you have. Be sure to use the hashtag #FPChat2014 so we can see what you have to say and include you in our responses!

We hope you join us!

Throwbacks

Lola and Jaz napping in 2012

[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]M[/dropcap]iss C found one of our older point-and-shoot cameras last night, and uploaded the images. Clearly, it hasn’t been used in more than a year, because the photos are from late 2012 and early 2013. Not only did the data tell us, but I recognized immediately that Jaz still had his wispy long hair in most of the images: he didn’t get his first haircut until Martin left for basic training in February 2013.

Also? All the photos  — to include those shown here — were taken by Miss C herself. They are moments she captured all on her own when the rest of us weren’t looking. There are photos of her toys, her bedroom. Most of the photos are of her brother and sister, and the pets. And more than a few feature Martin and me, just going about our business as parents and homemakers.

I’m glad to have these.

Flashback Friday: The Time I Ran Away to NYC

 

Remember that time when I ran away to New York City for my birthday?

It was only a few weeks ago, but honestly, it feels like several months ago. Martin’s abrupt orders to Delaware, and all the changes here at home that’s made to our routine, childcare, my work schedule, and our day-to-day household operations makes it all seem like so much time has passed.

So I don’t feel bad that I’m actually just now getting around to sharing the photos I took during that trip. Continue reading

Christmas with Family

Christmas Eve pajamas with a little Google sparkle in the mix.

We spent the Christmas holiday with my family in Ohio and Northern Kentucky. 

It was the first time in exactly 15 years that I did that, which seems ridiculous, but it’s true. The last time I spent the holidays in my hometown was in 1998 when I was a senior in high school.

In 1999, I celebrated Christmas in Germany with that handsome German guy I met earlier that summer, and then I was stationed there in June 2000, and spent our Christmases in Europe for a few years until we moved back to the United States in 2005.

At that time, Miss C was the only grandkid, and it made more sense to stay in Washington DC (or have family visit us) for Christmas and do our own thing without having to haul all our holiday stuff to Ohio and back for her.

But now there are four grandkids who are all old enough to be excited about the holiday, so my sister Jill and brother-in-law Greg opened up their home to us. We arrived shortly before Christmas, and spent the next few days visiting with friends and family.

And on Christmas morning, Miss C, Lola, and Jaz woke up with with their cousin — the fabulous Lil’ Jo — to discover a huge pile of gifts waiting for them from Santa Claus under the tree.

We had such a good time, and we hope your Christmas holiday was just as awesome.

Happy New Year, too!

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We dressed up the kids to get their portraits taken. Weren’t they adorable?
Jaz loves hats. Good thing – he wears ’em well.
Lil’ Jo is a baby genius. Not even two, and she works a mobile phone like a champ.
Christmas Eve at our cousins’ house.
Gifts for the kids! I love Aunt Sue’s and Grandma Linda’s faces here.
This is what the kids found Christmas morning.

 

Finding their names in the loot.

This is the only photo I got with all four of the grandkids in the same picture.

Hey, Lil’ Jo?! Wanna sit down for a photo? No? Just wanna spin around in circles? Okay!

My Christmas crew!

Lola requested three things from Santa: Woody, Jessie, and Buzz Lightyear dolls. She got all of them!

Miss C reacts as Martin opens his gift.

A popcorn machine!

My sister Jill gave me a beautiful scarf and a Starbucks gift card. She knows me.

The Fabulous Lil’ Jo watching cartoons in Lola’s sled.
My sister Jill and me, looking super cute in our matching eyeglasses.
She loves it when I take her photo, can’t you tell? 🙂

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And I’m just putting this out there … I’ve lived and traveled all over the world, and I can honestly say that the good people of Washington, PA are *the* worst drivers on the planet. Example: every single time we stop here, there are folks with an apparent death wish parked on the exit ramps, waiting to merge. Ugh.

Martin and I see it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME we drive past here. This evening, it was especially dangerous, because the parked cars (with local plates) trying to get on the highway were spaced out and parked right up to where it curves going onto Murtland, so it got really hairy there as cars were weaving, slamming on breaks, honking on horns. Ugh.

Yes, the card said it was for Martin, but ….

A Christmas tree full of memories.
My Good Life artwork suggests to be happy.
I admit, there are days when it’s easier to be exhausted, grumpy, and disagreeable. But I also admit to living a life that provides me plenty of opportunity to be happy nearly every day.
These are some of the things that’ve made me happy lately.

Watching my girl perform in her school’s holiday concert. (She’s in the front row!)

Watching my husband in action as an attentive and proud father.

Living in a neighborhood that has a neighbor like this.
There’s a box in front for soup kitchen donations which gets filled every night.

Watching my son figure out how to jump with both feet, following his sisters’ example.

 

Stopping to smell ALL the candles while out grocery shopping.

Being silly and fun on a daily basis.

Having too many photos and memories to choose from when making my annual photo collage.

One Handsome Dude

Martin mentioned yesterday that he hasn’t updated the profile picture on his Facebook account in awhile, and that was partly because there wasn’t a recent photo of himself to upload.

Of course, I took this personally. As the reigning official family photographer, I pride myself in the abundance of quality images captured of my family. But a quick review of my archives revealed that nearly all of the photos of Martin taken recently included either my cheerful mug, or one of the kids if not all of them.

Poor Martin. Never a moment’s peace in this circus.

So, I immediately ordered him to go throw on a jacket and meet me out on our front porch, where I sat him down and told him to look at me as I lifted up my camera and steadied my shot.

After more than 14 years being with me and my camera, he doesn’t even have to be reminded to “look here” or “tilt your chin that way” or “say cheese” or “show me laughter/joy/angst/your teeth” or anything else that I blurt out to those I’m photographing.

He’s a natural.

And this is what I got.

One handsome dude, right?

And best of all … he is kind.

I got the sweetest note about Martin last month — July 31, to be exact.

This morning, our friend Sarah drove into the city with Martin, me, and the kids during our morning commute because she had to pick up a rental car from the airport. I got dropped off first at my office, and as planned, they headed off to the airport on the way back to drop her off. But of course, the rental place was nowhere near where one would *expect* it to be, so apparently, they drove around a bit looking for it. And then once they found it, my friend wrote that instead of driving away, Martin and the kids hung around until she drove away in her rental, just in case.

As much as he drives me batty sometimes, I know my husband is awesome. And it’s nice when others notice and point it out, too. 🙂