Misti Rae + Adam

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Misti Rae's the kind of girl you don't forget upon seeing for the first time. I was watching my husband's band play at the Hi Tone when this impossibly sexy girl in a sundress put down her blue guitar and shimmied across the dance floor. I don't think her future husband, Adam, the bass player, forgot either. I've really enjoyed getting to know her better, and nothing made me more thrilled when Misti, a fellow photographer, chose me to shoot her wedding. True to form, she announced that she and Adam would be boogieing through their engagement shoot, and boogie they did, slow dancing at CK's and then turning up the heat at Ernestine and Hazel's. Their sweet, sultry shoot below!

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Cruel Summer

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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It's gonna be a long break, y'all.

Today we:

played go fish

Built Lego towers

shopped at Michaels for Shrinky Dinks (yeah! you know, Shrinky Dinks!)

made custom Shrinky Dinks on shrinky paper(!!!)

mourned funky, rolled up, failed Shrinky Dinks

played with Bubble wands

made homemade ice cream. home. made.

colored on tiny easels

colored her hair with pastel chalk

And this child was still bored.

Stupidly I gave in to her incessant "But what do we do NOW?" queries and ran through crafts and supplies that could have lasted us through the Apocalypse or at least mid-June.

But then she will be in camp mid-June and maybe I won't feel so krrrraaazy.

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Misti Rae + Adam sneak

Monday, May 28, 2012

A couple of sneaks from a crazy, sexy, fun shoot this past steamy Saturday. I can't wait for this wedding!

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Father's Day

Thursday, May 24, 2012

I've spent no small amount of time on this blog talking about how amazing my husband is. One thing that always irked me?

He never reads my blog.

Considering how little I update it these days, I don't blame him. Or you for that matter.

But it's an especially good thing because I'm putting together a little surprise for him for father's day.

He works tirelessly for his family and just doesn't know how to ask for time for himself. So for father's day, that's exactly what I want to give him.

Time. A little time and cash to make that video he's always talked about and finally hit the road to support the album he recorded over two years ago. He makes a million excuses as to why he can't pursue his music. With this Indiegogo campaign, I want to give him a few less excuses.

Check it out, and I don't know, maybe get a holla for a dollah!

13 Months

Thursday, May 17, 2012

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It's hard not to feel like life is a collection of diaper changes, yogurt spoon feeds, ballet lessons and bedtime stories ground up into sand and poured through a sieve at an increasingly alarming rate. Declan is 13 months, and I've been tempted just to type a few characters, tweet that sh*t and be done with it. One more check in the I actually got something down column. But while our second kid is definitely a Second Kid (nary a clean pacifier or framed photo in sight,) I want to stop the trend, just for the moment, and tell you a little more about life, because tomorrow? It will all be sand. Right now? (Right now is likely boring as hell because this isn't your kid, so bear with me, but...)

Right now, Declan is asleep as standing up repeatedly then falling down is exhausting. So is laughing so hard he actually starts crying, because whatever this kid's faults, he LOVES being alive. He enchants family and strangers alike with his giant ass permagrin, because life his good. Can you blame him? Let's examine the evidence.

He says MUMUMUMUMUMUMUM when he tries to hail Mama taxi, which is always on 24/7. He had his first bite of yolo at the Food Truck Fair last week, and had he not already been sitting down, I think he might have swooned. His big sister is still obsessed with him, smothering him with hugs and kisses and...smothering.

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Big sister is just that. Growing like a weed. Busy as all hell at the tender age of 5. Art class, gymnastics, ballet - part of me is relieved that the revolving door of activities is slowing down as the end of school rapidly approaches, and then, the end of school is rapidly approaching.
She's got some camps, swim lessons (Level One: Round 3!)and my good intentions of craft projects and picnics and just maybe, a movie at the Orpheum.

Life has never been more challenging for me & C, but the past month showed us some extreme kindness. New Orleans Jazzfest was our Christmas present to each other, where we learned that a trip to a musical festival is a terrible, terrible present to people who are not music fest people, but New Orleans is still stunningly amazing as a sexy getaway. So is LA, thanks to a a best friend who eloped and provided the perfect excuse for us to finally go back to our old stomping grounds, sans kids, for 48 jam-packed, awesome hours.

And now we are home, taking pictures, looking for work, mopping up after 2 sick kids, and wondering what the next 24 hrs will bring.

Because D is still asleep, I need to get back to my other job of writing screenplays that will likely ever see the light of day, but at least I think I know where his permagrin comes from. Mama is nothing if not the eternal, if not deluded, optimist.

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

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By the time you are reading this, I am likely sipping a Mimosa at a mother's day brunch with nary a child in sight, because this lady, the gorgeous one in the photo? She's watching the kiddos so Caleb and I can return - after two long years - to LA for a friend's wedding. In all honesty, I know I'm going to be missing the hell out of my kids come Sunday, but I can rest assured knowing they couldn't care less where I am as Nana and Papa are in charge and the chocolate milk is a-flowin.

I love you, mom. I know it's the stereotype to dread becoming your mother as you age; I would only be so lucky.

Angela & Stephen: Sneak Peek

Friday, May 4, 2012

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Cannot. Wait. to post. More Pictures!!