bits of our january

maybe it’s because i’m a souther gul, but i really enjoy taking life slow. life could be (and often is) very hectic, especially with young children. day in and day out,  life comes at me full force in the form of poo diapers, dirty dishes, laundry, night wakings and early mornings, time-outs, homework, errands,  making groceries, etc etc…the past 5ish years have been so full of challenges, yet they’ve been the best of my life. for most of those years, i’ve resented the menial, mundane tasks that come with being a stay-at-home mom. yes, i wait tables on friday nights and take on the occasional photo session. but life still seemed so… boring. what happened to the wild nights of my youth? what happened to the image of my future being filled with big accomplishments, riches untold, a life endlessly rewarded with health, wealth, happiness, rainbows and lollipops? why is it that the older i get, the magic is gone? well i’ll tell ya- the magic is there. only it’s not the dream-world magic you believe in when you’re a kid. it’s the real-world magic that lies in the tiny little things and moments that are always there. every day, i get up. my family gets up. we eat breakfast, we make a mess. i clean up, i take some pictures. i walk the dog. run to the grocery. text my husband a heart because i love him. check the mail… on and on.. and you know what? my neighbors are doing the same. getting up, going to work. pumping gas. picking their nose at a stoplight and looking around discreetly to make sure no one sees.. obviously, many people have important, high-profile jobs- but everyone picks their nose, right? 🙂 i feel very lucky to have photography, because it helps me to see (via photo) that the boring, little everyday moments are actually really beautiful.

boy terror. wild, loud, adorable.

"help me, mommy"

“help me, mommy”

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attack of the daddy monster.

attack of the daddy monster.

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every morning is a struggle, but on this particular morning she was jolly and cooperative. here she is perfecting the shoe tie.

every morning is a struggle, but on this particular morning she was jolly and cooperative. here she is perfecting the shoe tie.

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here we learn that sequin headbands are also prisms.

here we learn that sequined headbands are also prisms.

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mawmaw took her to school on this particular morning, and she was pouting about leaving me.

mawmaw took her to school on this particular morning, and she was pouting about leaving me.

wyatt the wide mouth bass.

wyatt the wide mouth bass.

ahh saturday mornings. easy, lazy saturday mornings.

ahh saturday mornings. easy, lazy saturday mornings.

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every morning i get to walk tallula. originally, this felt like a chore. now i enjoy hearing the bird choir and feeling the crispy morning air.

every morning i get to walk tallula. originally, this felt like a chore. now i enjoy hearing the bird choir and feeling the crispy morning air.

my uncle's field, just down the road. in the morning, the dew sticks to the spiderwebs (i'm guessing) and against the morning light they look like will-o'-the-wisps.. magic i tell ya.

my uncle’s field, just down the road. in the morning, the dew sticks to the spiderwebs (i’m guessing) and against the morning light they look like will-o’-the-wisps.. magic i tell ya.

i've never seen an oak i didn't love.

i’ve never seen an oak i didn’t love.

on our way to saturday morning horse lessons.

on our way to saturday morning horse lessons.

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devyn and pogo.

devyn and pogo.

oh, tallula.

oh, tallula.

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out on the town, saturday night.

out on the town, saturday night.

another weekday morning, just me and the kid. watching him grow and learn through play.

another weekday morning, just me and the kid. watching him grow and learn through play.

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i call him my soft and tender. sweet little baby parts..moms, you know..

i call him my soft and tender. sweet little baby parts..moms, you know..

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5 thoughts on “bits of our january

  1. such beautiful, personal humor and honesty and even light. yes, you even make that your own. you are you, and i’m so grateful we all get to be in that world, invited. i’m smiling on the inside. you make the mess beautiful in a way that is so far from contrived, precious, and so it is really special.

  2. so much to love here, ashley. is it wrong that i adore the images of tallula the most? 🙂 i think it was her soulful eyes. i too have days where i feel resentment at the humdrum of my week. i have to come back to gratefulness and it’s usually a simple thing that reminds me how lucky we are to have the simple pleasures of family life. we often joke ‘it’s just a pleasure to be alive’…i know i’m not keen on the alternative just yet. Jx

  3. Soooooo true! You caputred the sentiment I too feel so often so prefectly! I think to myself everyday how lucky and blessed I am to have my little family, mess and all. Also, so happy you started this little here bolg, cause I think I’ma going to like it! Oh wait, I aready do!

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