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Try, Try Again

I had the very best of intentions to take some Valentine photos of Mags, but when we buckled down and did it last week the pictures didn’t quite turn out the way I had planned. So I let them sit on my camera until today along with a bunch of other photos. When I finally loaded them onto my computer I noticed a couple things…

A handful of the pictures are super cute and adorable and make me want to marry them, but majority of them are equally cute in a rugged and kind of messier way. They tell a story too, but not one that is clean and organized.

Like the one I snapped yesterday of Maggie before she got in the bath…leftover pants from her V-Day outfit, one sock, and chubby arms to boot. Her eagerness to hop into the tub is demonstrated by her reaching towards the faucet and flowing water.

Or the pictures that still tell a story that is a bit more realistic and honest.

Like ones filled with avocado and chubby cheeks.

Check that: avocado, chubby cheeks and a booger.

At first I thought to myself that the best laid plains fail, but now I think I’m changing my tune. Capturing moments that are full of  one sock, avocado-face babies are way better because those moments can’t be staged, planned or even forced. I suppose I could do without the massive booger though.

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A Little Bit of Love

Yesterday Barry encouraged me to head out of the house for a few hours and spend some time on my own and so I did.

It was strange.

It was odd.

I turned the heat up in the car and pumped up the music, but it just felt weird.

I found myself heading to Anthropologie but got lost along the way and pulled over to call Barry to check in.

I missed my family and I’d been gone for less than an hour.

Can you say  w-i-m-p-y?

Maggie got up early yesterday morning and we all went on a long walk around the neighborhood and so it wasn’t as if I was really missing out on any sense of togetherness. When I called to check in I could hear Maggie babbling in the background and Barry had already started doing some projects that we’d talked about around the house. He informed me that Maggie had to take a break from all the task-mastering and was having a snack.

After I hung up I marveled at how grown up our little family felt in the short conversation. Maggie taking a snack, Barry completing projects and me off spending a few minutes alone. Oh, and Syd probably snoring in some corner of the house.

Weird.

Today is Valentine’s Day and a day for love. Mostly  at our house we try to do things for each other all year long, but today is a bit more special. After getting out of the house for a couple hours yesterday, I was more than happy to end up back home with my Man, slobbery-kissy daughter and silly dog.

Of course they are my Valentines today and I wouldn’t change a thing.

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Ready, Set, Go!!

Last year around this time I was lumbering thorough life with a hugeish belly wondering if I’d ever be able to move with any type of fluidity again. Now a yearish later I’m starting to move a bit more naturally  and it feels oh-so-wonderful!

I’ve committed to running every other day lately and there are days when that idea just doesn’t sound awesome. I recently had one of those ‘I don’t want to go running’ type of days.

So, I decided to take Sydney with me.

I could feel Barry’s eyes questioning my decision to drag the Chubby Pug out the door, but I secretly hoped that she might slow me down. Bear in mind that I’m already dang slow.

Anyhow, Syd and I headed down the driveway, with Maggie and Barry peeking out the window at us, Barry a bit skeptical at the idea of Syd going ‘running” with me still. The first half of our run I was definitely Top Dog and Syd was dragging behind majorly. I tugged her along not letting her sniff and she pranced along next to me a bit confused as to why I wasn’t giving adequate sniff time.

The second half of our run about did me in. First, we passed where one of Syd’s friends lives and she kicked it into high gear, almost as if she was bragging to her friend that she was out for a ‘run.’ Then, we happened to see a dog up ahead that resembled one of my parent’s dogs and BAM! Syd shot out in front like a cannon, with her ears pinned back  and I was left gasping to keep up with her…my Pug.

Well, we finished super strong with some very fast sprints and both of us entered our house panting and wanting water. All in all, I suppose you could say that I have a new running partner. I can’t say that Syd feels the same way because right now she’s looking uber-pathetic on Barry’s lap and it might take a shovel to move her.