Category Archives: photography

A real photographer would have waited another two hours for the light to be perfect and glowy. I however was a mom with a cute kid in a good mood wearing a pink tutu, cherry rhinestones in her hair and ruby slippers. Cute kids in a good moods wearing a pink tutus, cherry rhinestones inContinue reading “A rare sighting.”

Maybe you’ve heard that half of Indiana is underwater. It kind of is. When my sister was visiting from Utah she didn’t take a shower because one day Cody used what she thought was too much water to wash the dishes. I don’t think she realized the difference in climates. None of the water cameContinue reading “Flooded.”

How many of the rest of you hung out with Jesus clowns this weekend? No? Nobody? Well I did. I also hung out with Slash, his busty girlfriend, Florence Henderson and Cheer Bear CARE BEAR STARE! Oh, where was I? That’s right. That’s right, the 500 Festival parade, you know, the whole Indy 500 thingContinue reading “500.”

The Flying Cupcake Bakery 5617 N. Illinois Street, Indianapolis. (In Broad Ripple)

I never wanted kids. Even in the delivery room with my ankles by my ears I was seriously rethinking the decision to bring a needy, dirty, messy, loud, life encompassing being into my life. It didn’t come easy to me, the whole mothering gig. I still don’t feel like it does. A while ago IContinue reading “A Mother’s Lurve.”

Goodbye 24 hour Mexican food. Goodbye soccer star. Goodbye birthday girl. Goodbye Barbara and Johnny. Goodbye perfectly blue sky. Goodbye Aunt Cheryl. Goodbye Katie. Goodbye duck pond. Goodbye beautiful friends. Goodbye GiGi. Goodbye Mickey pancakes. Goodbye sidewalk chalk. Goodbye Delaney. Goodbye adorable strangers. Goodbye Sissy. Goodbye Utah. We really don’t want to go.

So does the moosh. Ballet class starts April 18th.

Cody took this one. Make it really big if you can. It’s just that funny. It needs a caption more than any picture in the history of the world has needed a caption. I leave it up to you dear readers. Don’t let me down. Because besides my kid, you are some of the funniestContinue reading “Caption this for fame and fortune.”

Bah. More like DUMP DUMP DUMP BIG NASTY MARCH STORM. Oh well, at least we have cute boots.

“Is Daddy having a party? A birthday party? Can I make his birthday party? We need balloons, lots of balloons. Who’s going to come to his party? Only daddies can come to his party. I can come, because I’m a little girl, but friends can’t come and mommies can’t come because daddy’s a daddy andContinue reading “When a Three Year Old is the Party Planner.”