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Saturday, April 12

My Lulu

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri 

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Oh, Lulu.... not too fast... please. Not too fast. Happy birthday, my sweetheart. 
 




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Tuesday, April 8

Our Ouw Lovely Family Photos, Part 2

I posted part one last week-- my favorite candids from our first spot we shot at last fall when Katie Benson came to town to do a family session for us. Part two, today, I'll share the ones in the running for BIG FRAMED PRINT in our home, as well as our gorgeous second location. That means I have enough left over for a part three later this week. AWESOME! :) 

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Goodness, I love when my kiddos laugh.... ♥




And this second spot, truth to tell, was lovely, but had some CRAZY prickly burrs that clung to our clothes and got in our shoes. NOT GOOD. As adults, Katie, Joe and I were willing to grin and bear it... but the kiddos--- no bueno. So we shot fast and moved along. Still, it is a testament to Katie's amazing gifts that she got such neat images in the short time we were there. 



 Boy, that kid liked having two heavy siblings squashing him, didn't he???


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Up this week--- I'm working like mad on some handmade gifts for my LuluBell, who turns THREE in just four days. THREE. Remember when she was a teeny, colicky baby? Time flies.... 

I'm also trying to be a good girl and tackle a lot of tax/finance things this month--- to get old debts paid and things evened out... as well as trying to dig out from a massive inbox backlog... As well as tackle some pretty tall mountains of clean laundry that need folding. Its a GET IT DONE week, and it feels good.... though I yearn for some lazy time, some early bedtimes, and maybe a hot tub in my backyard. But oh well. Someday, right?

Wednesday, April 2

Our Own Lovely Family Photos: Fall 2013

I'm elbow-deep in bookkeeping and afflicted like mad with seasonal allergies suddenly (how unfair, after such a long and frigid winter. Shouldn't the spring pollens be mild and gentle in comparison?) and barely able to think by this time of night.... so I'll take the easy path for my blog post this week.

I realized recently that I never did come back to share favorite images from the MARVELOUS family session my friend Katie Benson shot for us in the fall. We flew her out just for this, and I am so in love with every image, yet here we are, months later, and I've only ever shared one or two images. It's ridiculous, the way I hoard special sessions. Waiting for the "perfect time" to share... So dumb. ANYTIME would be the perfect time for these images....

We went with a relaxed, "Just be ourselves" theme, since these three kiddos are all yahoos and getting them to pose prettily was probably going to be totally unpleasant. So instead of spending weeks and $$$ on gorgeous matching outfits, we used what we had, and just found ensembles that felt authentic to us, yet coordinated a little. We chose some pretty spots where we could just spread a quilt out and hang out together as a family... play, read, snack, laugh.... And Katie worked her magic and directed us a little, shot a lot, and ended up portraying a piece of our life and connection as a family for us to always remember. 

Here, part one--- my favorite more candid moments from the first half of our session together. 

September 2013, by Katie Benson of Kate Benson Photography

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Thursday, March 27

Phenomenal Me?


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Today a few things of note happened that lead to my writing tonight. Bear with the randomness—they will fit together by the end.

1. Surfing through online articles today as I rocked Quinn for his nap, I landed on the Babble article from 2012, “What Our Post-Baby Bellies Really Look Like”. I read it, then scrolled through the images. And I cried. Mostly from relief.

2. A group of dear mama friends started a discussion earlier today about how we feel about ourselves physically as we age—do we like ourselves as we are right now, or do we long for the “self” in our past? It was fascinating to read responses, and to ponder my own.

3. Heading home from an outing this evening, I landed on some Carpenters via iTunes. It’d been AGES since I’d listened to the Carpenters. And I turned it way way up, and sang my heart out, feeling this incredible rush of joy.

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 If I am keeping any secret right now in my life, it would be that I have been stewing in a sad vat of low physical self-image for months and months now. I am the least happy with my physical self than I have been in my life—EVER. And I sit here in the knowledge that I DID IT TO MYSELF, so I then add a heaping helping of guilt and shame to the pile, and there I am. Because of these low feelings towards myself, I am not the Emily I’ve always been. And that hurts. I wish I could call forth the raging self-confidence I’ve always had, even when I knew I’d never be a size 8, even when I knew I wasn’t a bombshell by the world’s standards. Because even then, I knew I was feisty and funny and caring and clever and kind, and I knew all of those things, combined with just being softishly cute, were enough to recommend me to my fellow men.

But lately, I look at myself and I cringe--- how would ANYONE be able to look past….. THIS…. To see any of that awesomeness I carry inside? How can I accept THIS? Why did I let THIS happen? And the spiral of self-negativity spins and I fall deeper.

I am still ME. Beyond these massive physical hang-ups, I still feel feisty and funny and caring and clever and kind. I still LOVE my life and love the details and the moments. But there is this SECRET throughout my days right now--- this bitter disappointment in my physical self.This exhaustion at the thought of trying to change it. It is intensely personal, my experience with these feelings. I am honestly shocked I’m writing about it right now, about to share with the world that I feel this. I don’t really want your advice. I definitely don’t want your help. I want to deal with it alone, or maybe with my counselor’s help. But maybe that’s the shame talking. So I keep writing. I’ll probably hit “publish.”

But I’m not writing to cry out, or to confess. I’m telling all of this to you because I wanted to talk about that third thing that happened today: the Carpenters thing. After the Babble article, giving me a glimmer of reality--- offering me the truth that I’m not alone in this… And after pondering my friends’ discussion about what point of our lives we felt “in our prime”…. After these two things, I found myself singing songs I’ve known all my life--- feeling, for the first time in days, like that brighter, lighter version of myself. That girl “in her prime."

I know--- random. But here’s what happened this evening, as I belted out lyrics I’ve known for decades: I felt this incredible rush of self-love wash over me. I can SING, you guys, and singing old familiar songs with old familiar harmonies took me back to another Emily—the one I’d been missing. The one who just flat-out LIKED herself, inside and out. And as I sang, and smiled, I channeled her--- remembered her. Honored her. That was the Emily who decided she needed to learn the banjo and took it upon herself to donate plasma to earn money for a used one. That was the Emily who loved to take drives alone on country roads until she found a new small town to explore. That was the Emily who picked up a camera and decided to REALLY learn the thing—and who would shoot ROLLS of film just practicing. The Emily who cut things carefully out of magazines and assembled them in her journal in collages that conveyed wishes and dreams for the future. The Emily who read novels and collected quotes and thought about maybe writing her memoirs someday when she was old. The Emily in old overalls trying her hand at urban gardening. The Emily who learned how to be alone in movie theaters and restaurants and love it. This Emily was alive with possibility and hope, and though even then she thought about how she should probably be trying harder to be “fit” or more “in”, she relished the individuality she was discovering, and really—she liked herself a LOT, inside and out.

Looking back, you know--- the only things she didn’t have and ached like crazy for are the things I now have: a beloved husband, little children of her own, a home with a little bit of yard, a little more financial security…. And that Emily would’ve maybe traded her still-firm body and endless freedom and time in a heartbeat for what I now have.

And would I now trade my beloved Joe and Noah and Lucy and Quinn to get that Emily back?

No way.

I look the way I do now because of Joe and Noah and Lucy and Quinn. My unspeakably unlovely tummy, my pants size, my gray hairs…. And even if not all of it is a direct result of post-pregnancy, there is the stress-eating, the not getting out enough to MOVE my body because it is all I can do to just keep the household running smoothly, along with my two businesses, in a day…. And just AGING. Heaping years upon myself. And yes—prioritizing in a way that physical care is at the bottom of the list. I will likely ALWAYS choose a nap or something creative above exercise. And I will likely always turn toward the cookie if it is there. I look the way I do because I was probably always going to end up this way. I have always wanted babies. And I have always loved sweets. And I have never been very athletic. This current SELF was always in the cards.

So now what? My counselor would lovingly advise me to practice “radical self-acceptance”. Maya Angelou would remind me,

"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me."

And I know in my logical mind that every inch of me has worth, and is beloved—not just to my loved ones, but especially to my God. I have more work to do INSIDE with regards to my self-image than actual work on my physical self, I think. I need to figure out how to love the ME I am right now. And thanks to belting songs by the Carpenters, I have an idea on where to begin: 

I need to get back to some of those pieces of me that I had so clearly fixed in my mind back in those days. I need to tap into those pieces of me I loved then--- perhaps dust off the banjo and get back to picking and trying to improve. Perhaps dabble in planting a container garden again. Maybe make a magazine cutout collage or two. Lucy and Noah would probably enjoy helping me with all three of those things. Maybe a little road trip adventure is in order.

I’ve lost a bit of myself, I think, in this last year of being humbled and refined by my mama-life. I’m not the Single Emily I once was. Nor am I the Newlywed Emily. Or the Mama-of-One Emily or the Mama-of-Two Emily. In more than one way, I miss each of those versions of me. And this past year as newly appointed Mama-of-Three-Emily, I’ve been so overwhelmed just getting my footing, I’ve lost some identity. 

Perhaps spending some time revisiting one of my favorite versions of myself will help me as I move forward. Perhaps tapping into that girl who fiercely loved herself will help me to forgive myself and begin to love me again. From the inside out. Tummy and all. 

 Can’t hurt to try it out. I think maybe I’m ready to start loving my phenomenal me again.

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(Excerpt from Maya Angelou's poem, Phenomenal Woman.)

Tuesday, March 25

Baby X Grows: From the Vaults {St. Louis Baby Photographer}

Continued from yesterday, here are some of my favorite images from Baby X's 4 month mini-session and 8-month mini-session. 
I truly LOVE having Baby's First Year clients--- I get to see these little ones grow, and I get to connect with them throughout their whole first year. This little charmer is just over 8 months old now, and he is simply handsome. Look at the sparkle in his eyes! 

{Four Months Old}
 





{Eight Months Old}







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I never grow tired of seeing the many faces one little baby can make, and I ALWAYS feel a rush of joy when I get them to relax and to be themselves in front of my big scary camera. I truly feel blessed to have the job I do--- preserving moments of some marvelous people's lives in images they will cherish for always. ♥

Monday, March 24

Sweet Baby X: From the Vaults {St. Louis Newborn Photographer}

This little wee baby boy, a tiny bundle of sleepy, was born in the middle of summer last year, and the day I met him was so warm and muggy that we shot his whole session on his front porch. I'm not even kidding. 

He loved every second of it. 

I suppose the humid Missouri summers are good for something! :)

Little baby X, perfect and fresh:

 



















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This sweet little man has been coming to see me for milestone sessions ever since, so I will post some of his 4 and 8 month images on my next post. I love when I get to see them grow, and he just gets more handsome every month. 

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