Instagram {LOVE}

I am just burning cash with all these great iPhone and iPad apps I have been getting, but the one I love the most right now was totally free and I can’t get enough of it.  It is called Instagram and it is like a mini photo editing tool for your pictures.  It is amazing and so much fun to play around with.  I have been using it non-stop since I got it this last weekend.  Here are a few of my favorite shots.

Easter Flowers

My Kid Is a JPEG

The title pretty much sums it up.  My child is a JPEG.  With the exception of about 15 pictures that I have actually printed off of him, his whole existence is documented on a hard drive. 

I have a love hate relationship with digital cameras.  I mean what is there not to love? You can see and delete pictures instantly, you can edit them and make them look amazing, no more spending money on pesky film.  But…

I miss film because at least I always got it printed up.  It was so fun to turn in the roll of film at Costco, wander around for an hour eating all the free snacks, and when the hour was over, rush to see what treasures lie in my little envelope.  And then once I got home I would put them in albums to be looked at, treasured and loved by all who wanted to see them. 

But since I went digital 5+ years ago I have honest to goodness printed up less than 50 images.  50 of the hundreds, and let’s be honest, possibly thousands, that I have sitting on my computer.  I have shared a few here on my blog, and a few on facebook, but the vast majority of my pictures go unseen.  Wilting away on my computer. 

So I have formulated a plan.  My sister Randa bought me the most darling 1st year baby scrapbook kit.  It is all there, simple and easy, just begging me to print pictures off and fill it up.  And I am determined to.  It isn’t going to happen this week, but it is going to happen soon.  Before the summer is over I will be finished with this album.  And I plan on updating you on my progress.  Maybe I am the only totally slacker when it comes to this, and if I am you can totally judge and throw a few stones even, but I have a feeling that I may not be totally alone.  So if you are a slacker too, join in, set a goal like me to get your pictures organized, delete the ones you will never print, clean up your computer, and more important, get them uploaded online for a backup storage and printed off and put into an album.  Even if it isn’t a scrapbook.  There is something beautiful and simple about just an album full of memories, even with no fancy papers or embellishments.

For those of you who are not slackers, I would love to hear how you organize and print your picutres.  Do you do it monthly, weekly? What do you do with the pictures once you get them all printed?  Please share, I am feeling some major guilt that my pictures are rotting away!

Mother’s Day

Being a mother to my sweet little RR has been nothing short of a total dream come true.  My journey to becoming a mother was long and hard.  It was a hellish nightmare at times, and the hurt, heartache, and pain of infertility is something that will always be in my heart, but the day I found out I was pregnant my heart began to mend.  I thank my Heavenly Father each and every single day for allowing me the gift of being a mother. 

The following story is a repost of the day I found out I was pregnant with my son.  I am so glad I recorded this story, I cry every single time I read it.  It brings back so many emotions.  It was the most beautiful March 5th day ever.   

“I took a pregnancy test and it’s positive” I sobbed into the phone.  “Did you hear me?” I asked.  I wasn’t understanding why my husband wasn’t saying anything back to me, this was big news.  “Did you say it was negative?” he asked.  My sobbing had muffled what I was telling him and he didn’t hear that I was indeed pregnant. 

It was a wonderful Thursday in March that I will never forget.  You see we had been trying to have a baby for 6 long years.  In fact it had been our 6 year mark in February, and this had come as a total shock.  After you pray, try, beg, plead, and cry your heart out for so many years and nothing happens you tend to give up hope that it will just happen like you see on the movies, you think that a magical moment like that will never happen to you.  I had resigned myself to this fact somewhere around year 2.  Never in a million years did I think I would get my moment, my turn.  When it finally came I wasn’t prepared, I was so caught off guard I could hardly think. 

My week started out just like all the others.  Monday morning had rolled around all to quick and I was up at 5:10 AM to get ready for work.  All that day I was sure that I should have started, but when I didn’t I wasn’t concerned.  I get my dates off and it didn’t seem like a big deal.  It would be Tuesday I assured myself.  Tuesday was a busy day that came and went with still nothing. 

By Wednesday I was starting to wonder, a lot.  I tried counting back on the calendar and I knew I couldn’t have been off by that many days.  Wednesday night was terrible.  I couldn’t sleep.  I tossed and turned all night with thoughts of “what ifs” running through my head.  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and went out on the couch where I tossed and turned even more.  “Sleep” I screamed to myself.  You have to get to sleep you have interviews all day tomorrow and you need to be awake and alert for them.  John came out to wake me at 5:10.  I had only sleep an hour or two.

Thursday’s interviews seemed to drag on forever.  I couldn’t take it anymore, I was now 4 days late.  I had to get some answers.  I left right after the interviews and went to Kmart with the intention of buying a pregnancy test.  I snagged a shopping basket when I entered the store, I knew I was going to need more than just a test.  I wandered around the store first aimlessly grabbing things off the shelves and shoving them in my basket.  I bought a new candle, I love candles and I knew that if this test didn’t turn out in my favor I was going to need a new candle.  Oh a new soft blanket would be nice I said to myself.  I grabbed it too.  What else should I buy?  Um magazines, I am going to buy some random magazines that I never buy, and a bag of peanut M&M’s.  Once I had taken care of my comfort items I finally walked over and put a box of tests in my basket too.  You see after this many years of failed tests, and broken dreams, you learn what you need to do to protect yourself, I was going to make sure that I was prepared for the same outcome I had always gotten.  By now it was 3:15 in the afternoon.

As soon as I got home I knew I was going to take a test.  I couldn’t take another sleepless night, I had to try in the middle of the day and hope I could get an answer.  I got my answer almost immediately.  I stood there and stared.  I grabbed the box to make sure I was reading it right, and then I just stared at it again.  My whole body went numb as the shock set in.  When I could finally feel my legs again I ran and grabbed my phone to call John.  He was at school, class was going to start in a few minutes.  

I began sobbing before I dialed his number.  I couldn’t stop crying.  I was having a hard time breathing.  I think poor John was in shock too when he finally understood what I was telling him.  This was out of the blue for us.  We were not doing any medical intervention at this point.  We were planning on seeing a specialist this fall and that was what we had talked about for the last few months. 

So there it was, in the middle of my ordinary Thursday Heavenly Father gave me a miracle.

 

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On this day that means so much to me, I also have to tell my own beautiful Mama how much I love her.  She is an amazing woman who gave birth to, and raised 7 kids.  She is a much better Mother than we all deserve.  I love you Mom.

(Me and Mom May 7th, 1980)