"Little One" Has Arrived

We were all so blessed to meet Little Seth Jeremy Tyson and fall madly in love with him. I couldn't get enough of his small warm weight on my chest.

Tea Anyone?

Snow White took a long perilous journey with her royal escorts

to the Land of Wichita to attend a Princess Tea

with her lovely cousin, Fair Cinderella.

Another Little One We're All Excited to See!

My sweet friends, Steve and Lizette, are expecting in September. If you know them, you know their boundless joy and excitement! If you don't know them, you'll see it in their faces! I will tell you, while photographing Lizette I got tears in my eyes. She is such a BEAUTIFUL Mama! I asked them to think of some meaningful "props" to bring along that might speak wordlessly the things they're thinking about their long awaited little boy. They had several ideas and we had so much fun incorporating Steve's baby boots, each of their native flags, and some adorable little hiking boots into the photo shoot.
I'm beginning to have a real passion for this type of photography. My philosophy of photography is to capture moments you really want to remember in a way that will speak loudly of what that moment was actually like. When I was pregnant with Lyssa, I didn't realize how special the time would be. She was a part of me for nine amazing months! I suppose if I had realized how special (and short) that moment was, I would have had my pictures taken as well. There's always next time, Lord willing!

By the way, have you ever had an instant bond with a dog? Craziest thing, I fell instantly in love with Duey, and they told me he'd never attached so quickly to a stranger before. He kept showing off and cuddling up to me, so funny!

Little One

We see the evidence of your existence
Curled, cuddled in Mama's belly
Though we do not yet see you.
But we wait eagerly, expectant,
Ready to smell newborn skin
Wrapped in angel's wings.
Mama dreams of counting fingers and toes,
Kissing each while whispering
"I love YOU through and through TOO!"
Daddy imagines stealing into your room
For a peek at your precious sleeping face.
As we remember how soon you will be here,
Our tummies tickle with excitement,
To feel your soft warm weight on our chests.
Little One, do you know how much
You are already loved?

When she showed up in this dress...

Children's Book Monday!

This book was a surprise for me. The cover looked adorable so I picked it up and threw it on my library stack. That night Elyssa handed it to my best friend to read to her. So we all cuddled up on the couch for a "cute" story; me, my friend, and our daughters. She finished the book and glanced my direction, both our eyes held the sparkle of a captive tear. The girls, two and six, were ecstatic, "read it again!". Of course as mothers the idea of someday is a little double-sided. We obviously want the best for our children but at the same time why is so hard to see them grow up?

"One day I counted your fingers and kissed each one..." Oh the memories of her birth..., "Then you were my baby, and now you are my child." Is she really almost three?, "Sometimes, when you sleep, I watch you dream, and I dream too..." What will her future hold?

In Someday, Alison McGhee leads us through a young mother's hopes and dreams for her child. From, "Someday you will swing high - so high, higher than you ever dared to swing." to "Someday you will hear something so sad that you will fold up with sorrow.". She helps her daughter look forward to what fearful yet exciting adventures lie ahead.

This beautifully illustrated book is so simple and yet so profound. I almost didn't write a review on it because, after all, why would I tell anyone else to go get a book that would inevitably make them weep?! Well, as it lived in our home for the weeks that followed, Elyssa continually requested it. Slowly it occurred to me how excited I was as a child to dream about my future, and as a young adult to begin to see some of those dreams come to fruition. Although this seems obvious, it occurred to me that I could also be excited for her dreams! Meanwhile my own dreams for her future can become these simple prayers; that when she swings high, she will feel no fear, when she hears something sad, she will know an Ultimate Comfort, and when she is feeling a "small weight against her strong back", she will have built a foundation of hopes and dreams for her own children in the one that sustains her.

We Have Entered The Why Zone!

Daddy: "Time to get your jammies on Lyssa!"
"Why I get my jammies on Daddy?"
"Because it's time to go to bed."
"Why I haf to go to bed, Daddy?"
"Because it's time to go to bed."
"Why it time go to bed, Daddy?"
"Because it's getting dark outside."
"Why it getting dark a'side, Daddy?"
"Because the sunlight is on the other
side of the Earth now."
"Why it 'side of Erf, Daddy?"
"Because the Earth rotates around the sun."
"Why it Erf on sun, Daddy?"
"Because... that's the way God made it."
"Oohhh..."

Ahh...and a sweet smile of confidence in both her Daddies!

Happy, Happy Mother's Day!

Mama Kisses...

Kisses Sweetly Stolen...

Feet Kissed With Spring Soil...

Mama's Gentle Helping Hands...

And Happy Mothering Day to ALL!!!

What's Your Supercross?

By that I mean, what's that special thing you do with that special someone that is meaningful AND fun?

My story begins about nine years ago when I was brought home to live with my parents from York, Nebraska where I had been attending York College. The last couple of years I was there, I had begun a gradual downhill slope of depression that resulted in a pretty good sized "break-down". My sweet Mama came and picked me up and my DEAR friends in Nebraska stuck all my belongings in a storage unit. (Obviously I'm giving you the quick version since my point is not about the depression but the healing from it.) When I got home I had a renewed sense of purpose and discovered how close God had been through everything. I made up my mind to take control of my self-esteem instead of giving it up to the definition the world had assigned me! Part of that control was the decision to take on a project. Projects are the most wonderful healers because when you use your hands to mend and build, your eyes see the process and your heart feels the pride of accomplishment! What better way to be reminded of our lives in the Maker's own hands?


If you know my father you know he rode in Motocross races when he was younger and at the time was still trail riding pretty often. I also have an uncle that raced with my dad who is a master mechanic. Uncle Joe has a motorcycle graveyard in his possession from years of collecting anything he can get his hands on to use for parts. So, with plenty of abandoned motorcycle skeletons and parts at our disposal we went to work on rebuilding a 1970 Hodaka during the winter of 2001. It just so happened that very spring was the first time the Supercross came to Salt Lake City. Seeing my excitement about our project my dad asked me to go with him. Uncle Joe and my cousin Philana came down from Rupert and it turned into a father/daughter tradition. The Supercross didn't make it back to Utah again until last year, but we were there and went again this year for the third time.


I can't begin to tell you what this tradition means to me! This year when my dad asked if I would be escorting him, I replied that I didn't really need to go. After all, I wasn't nearly as fascinated with the details of the race as he and my uncle were. They like to spend the entire day roaming the pits, watching practices, and getting autographs. Do you know what my sweet daddy said to me? You guessed it! He told me he wanted me to come because he enjoyed sharing the experience with me.


So, THANKS Dad!!! I know it's sometimes hard for fathers to communicate love to their daughters, and this is definitely one of the many ways you have spoken it to me!


There you have it folks! Enjoy the pictures, some from the first Supercross (bet you can't guess which ones, yikes!) and others from the last two years.

Children's Book Monday

"Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose,
Have you any feathers loose?
Truly have I, pretty fellow,
Half enough to fill a pillow.
Here are quills, take one or two
And down to make a bed for you."

We have discovered a new favorite in our house; the illustrator Clare Beaton. I haven't seen very many illustrators who embroider their illustrations but it is genius! On our next trip to the library we will be searching for more of her exceptional artwork.

Check out the publisher too: Barefoot Books, they have some pretty cool philosophies.

Right now we are thoroughly enjoying Clare's "Mother Goose Remembers", (another "accidental" find). Every page is a hand stitched masterpiece. She creates scenes that draw you deep into the realm of "silver bells and cockleshells". I mean, how can you go wrong with those beloved rhymes? I was pondering the reason we adore our Mother Goose stories so much, and what I came up with was the fact that they invoke our own childhood memories. I've found myself ruffling through the pages of this book all by myself, feeling like a little girl again!

(Of course since I've had teacher training I have to quickly mention the importance of rhyme and rhythm to our little ones as well...)

Happy Reading...