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Maternity photo shoot…and lesson from a tot

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Bill and I love photography, although we are certainly not pros (he’s better than me though). We do our best to capture every important life change and milestone somehow, usually through photo or video. We’re not great at keeping things up to date, but we have lots of digital content for when “free time” comes around. Ha!

So, of course we had to do maternity photos again.

This time it’s a little different. With Ian we did all sorts of belly shots, skin, etc. Looking back I think some of them are cheesy, and most not appropriate for public display (i.e. there’s the traditional hands holding boobs shot…but it’s a little R rated when your boobs are/were F’s!).  We also really wanted to incorporate Ian, after all we’re building a family and the big brother is an important role! So, we were so excited to find Dan Woolf to help us make awesome family/maternity shots.

I don’t have pics yet, but we had so much fun at our shoot on Sunday that I know they will be great. That and he let me sneak like three peeks while we were shooting. I. am. so. excited.

Here’s the educational part of this post. Lesson from a tot:

We had moved to our second shooting location, this awesome old barn (for background, the wood texture was awesome). There were two miniature horses outside, so checking them out kept Ian busy while Dan set up. Then he poses us on the ground near the bar, which is when things get interesting. From his new lower vantage point, Ian looks over and loudly announces “Mom, those horses have junk!!!”. Oh yes, yes they do. So I tried to respond as banally as I can hoping to deter this conversation, “yup buddy”. He repeats his discovery. I say, “yes, everything has junk.” He keeps it going. “But MOM, I can see it! I can see their junk! They have junk! I did not know that horses have junk! Look, you can see their junk!”

We all are dying at this point. It lasts like 10 minutes. There goes parent of the year. I’m positive it’s my fault that the kid says junk…if you know me you know I have my own language. Bill cannot be held responsible for this.

So right after, I tweet our thanks to Dan. He responds a few hours later, “@Maria7z I had a blast! Thank you for spending some time with me and my camera. It was great to meet you guys. #thosehorseshavejunk“. Awesome. Glad that’s the Myers family’s parting impression, and I’m pretty sure that’s the first thosehorseshavejunk hashtag on Twitter. Milestone or embarrassment? You decide.

I will of course post photos or links to them when I get them from Dan. In the meantime, if you need portraits, family photos, etc, and you want someone who is cool, takes great pics and is laid back enough to appreciate horse junk humor, look Dan up. Here’s his info:

http://danwoolf.com/

http://daniel-woolf.blogspot.com/

@danielwoolf on Twitter.

Thanks Dan! You were fun and a great sport! 🙂

Kids kill me.

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So for the last few days Ian’s been having serious separation anxiety issues. This morning he brought his little yellow bear to me and said, “he’s sad, he misses his momma”. Ahhh, are you serious?! I asked him if he was trying to tell me something and he goes, “no Mommy. pooh bear is just sad – he really just needs his Mom.” Oh my gosh, I’m failing as a parent.

How does that not just rip your heart out? He’s been crying when we drop him off at daycare, and he loves his school. Clinging to me, teary, begging me not to leave. This is not my kid. He’s normally friendly, outgoing and is so go with the flow. In the car he told me he doesn’t miss Daddy, just me. He just needs me he says. We lead a hectic life, he’s never known stability for long. So why now? We’ve been pretty normal lately (for us anyway). 

To combat the extreme guilt I have been trying to leave work early and spend every available moment with him. We went shopping and picked out a special new Thomas the train book, made just what he wanted for dinner, let him stay up late and made a big deal about him all night for the past few nights. Still, every night and every morning he tells me he still misses me.

Breaks my heart!

I’ve done the math, at best – including pushing the bedtime envelope, I can spend 5 hours a day with him on weekdays. He spends 8-10 at daycare. How is this fair? I’m not a “need to have it all” kind of girl, I just want balance in my life. How can I make this work? I have a very busy, full time job that I love, a husband I adore and want to spend every waking moment with and a needy, loving, adorable toddler. And I’m desperate for another baby. But in the last month I’ve barely found a moment to myself, to read, exercise, lounge on the internet or even shave my legs. (ew.) How does one achieve balance? With a family? With life?

This is my never ending struggle. Sigh.