Month: November 2013

Enjoying the new miniature trains at Phipps.  

Usually the first snow is a few flakes here and there.  This year, they woke up to the ground covered with snow. 

It was a mad rush to find hats, boots, mittens, and sleds.  Yesterday they weren’t needed.  Today finding everything was urgent.

The kids all walked up… and down.  It wasn’t sledding snow. The ground was still muddy underneath. 

Uncle Richie! Augusta greets him with a dance and he makes her laugh.

I don’t know what Uncle Eric was saying, but I know Atticus wanted to hear every word.

These are the kind of family photos I love the most.  No one dressed up, cleaned up or smiled for the camera. 

A little one on one time with Avery at the Frick Cafe.  

The tea and food was delicious.  The quiet conversation with my girl was even better.

His parents asked us to take care of him for a few hours. 

It was our pleasure. 

 (I had the honor of being present to photograph this boy’s birth.)

Our days of going to the farmer’s market are numbered.

(Two) 

Photo note: I read a post about “shooting from the hip.”  (Otherwise known as not looking through the viewfinder while you are taking a photo.)  

Today I gave it a try on our weekly trip to buy delicious apples and pears.  

I have brought my camera to the farmer’s market three or four times this year.  I haven’t gotten photos I liked, or I ended up not taking any.  It’s hard to keep an eye on the kids, keep my place in line and get a photo.  Shooting from the hip made it work. And I got to feel a little sneaky at the same time.

It’s so easy to let teasing and hitting have more weight than moments like these.  Honestly, if I didn’t take these photos, I don’t know if I would have remembered these hugs happened.  

At 6:30 tonight, when she was grabbing his hair and he was whacking her on the head with a wooden train, I didn’t.

I’m glad I have some proof.