Today is the beginning of a new journey. After eleven years working for the same company, I am heading out to embark on a new adventure. And, while I didn’t exactly choose the timing of this change, it feels like the right time.
The hardest part is saying goodbye to my co-workers and friends, some of whom have been with me from my first day, shared in the joy of pregnancy and new motherhood (twice), been with me through hard times and stressful times and provided me with the beginning of a life in what was a brand new city where I knew no one except my husband. But, as they say, Portland is the world’s biggest small town and our paths are guaranteed to cross again.
So now the search begins for a new adventure. I’m looking for something challenging, creatively rewarding and fun – something that will nurture my passions and make my heart soar. And you know what? I have a feeling it’s out there waiting for me.
On a related note, I now have more time for family, lifestyle and event photography in the Portland area. If you’re interested, please contact me for rates and availability.
It seems ridiculous to be posting photos of slip-n-slides while a good portion of the Unites States is buried by snow. But, in fairness, these photos were taken only about 6 weeks ago and are a good reminder that the world has another hemisphere.
One thing I realized about the slip-n-slide is that it’s not like riding a bike – you CAN forget how to do it. After we’d finally worked out where to set it up (NOT on a downward slope), I tried once or twice with limited results and gratitude that no one else was holding a camera at the time. Thankfully Uncle Jono arrived a couple of days later to show us how it’s done. I’m not sure Charlie quite caught on but, clearly, it didn’t matter. Fun isn’t about doing it right.
When I asked the boys what they were most looking forward to about their trip to Australia, there was no hesitation – catching up with cousin Charlie was at the top of their list. And, thankfully, they had quite a few days to ensure some cousin bonding time and, of course, teach him how to play soccer. I just adore these photos that show the cousins in their element as they ran around under the Australian sun (covered in sunscreen), teaching Charlie how to kick a soccer ball and just generally getting hot and sweaty while they enjoyed every minute.
As I look outside at our rainy northwest winter day, these photos make me feel warm again. Instead of longing to be back (although there is a little of that), I find myself looking at these memories and feeling the warm sun, hearing the giggles and enjoying the moments of pure relaxation once again.
I know that you can see every single rib in their ribcage but I promise you that my children eat constantly. Being a boys just expends a lot more calories than you can imagine.
It’s only fun until someone gets hurt… Good thing he has his cousin to make sure he’s ok.
This photo cracks me up. It looks like I caught a picture of bigfoot.
And this is a favorite.
Gotta love cousins.
cookies biscuits with Nan. Slicing the ham. Stockings hung by the Fireplace with care (made lovingly for each girl and boy). A walk through the neighborhood reveals a special nativity. Summer sunsets to a kookaburra and cockatoo soundtrack.
It was just a week ago that I posted about wanting to post here more often and then, well, last week happened and it all went out the window. I spent the week up in Seattle working long days (and nights) and then we hosted a Super Bowl party on Sunday which meant the weekend leading up to it included a much-needed house cleaning. In short, the blog moved down the list of priorities but I am determined to get back on the train so I thought I’d drop by today to share just one photo and quick story from our Aussie adventure.
And the moral of this story is that you will not realize how noisy a game of Hungry Hippos can be until you give it to three rambunctious cousins. Just one of the many “quiet” moments of bonding between these monkeys.
It was a lot of fun to see how they interacted now that Charlie is old enough to communicate with the boys. Samuel enjoyed this brief period of not being the youngest, despite the fact that he and Charlie are the same size “and I’m three years older, Mum!” Thomas was there to impart some older brother wisdom on the young cousin who will soon become one himself. Charlie was just content to follow them both around and hand out icy poles (popsicles) on demand.
The best part about this whole reunion was that, as soon as they saw each other, it was as if they had not been a day apart – and the weeks of built-up excitement about seeing their cousin paid off in spades.
See? Just like peas in a pod, er, hammock.
Well, it seems my short unintended blog break turned into a loooong break. The craziness of work before a month-long trip to Australia left me with little time or energy to post my thoughts and photographs. And, now that I’m home and trying to get back into the swing of real life, it seems an appropriate time to resurrect this little piece of the internet.
It’s also Australia Day so it seems the perfect time to begin reflecting on a much-needed holiday back to my family and my home. A holiday that included playtime with cousins, conversations with siblings, a side trip to Tasmania, travel on almost every possible form of transportation (trams, trains, buses, cars, planes, boats and even a chairlift), catch ups with old friends and a second summer.
Now that the tan has faded, I’m looking forward to reliving some of the memories here. For today, though, I simply want to wish all my Aussie friends and family a very Happy Australia Day.