March 10, 2013
Normally, people like to wait until the weather is warmer for session…unless they cannot, like a maternity or newborn session! When I received a call for a winter maternity sessions I was really excited because winter session can be very beautiful.
However, winter can be a hard time of year to book a photo session. We are completely the mercy of mother nature. We would book and the weather would be raining, and then snowing and a few other obstacles thrown into play. We finally figured out a time and the weather finally cooperated and I was so excited to do this session!
Sylvia and Brett are a lovely couple expecting their first little one and she had put so much planning and thought into her session in regards to wardrobe! It showed and paid off! She had a lovely selection of clothes to pick from. Maternity photography is incredibly lovely, there is something so exciting about these sessions.
The temperature outside was rather nippy and we had to go inside to get warmed up but the end results were lovely.
I cannot wait for your little one to arrive! I know you two will both be wonderful parents and I cannot wait to photograph you little one when they arrive!
Normally, people like to wait until the weather is warmer for session…unless they cannot, like a maternity or newborn session! When I received a call for a winter maternity sessions I was really excited because winter session can be very beautiful.
However, winter can be a hard time of year to book a photo session. We are completely the mercy of mother nature. We would book and the weather would be raining, and then snowing and a few other obstacles thrown into play. We finally figured out a time and the weather finally cooperated and I was so excited to do this session!
Sylvia and Brett are a lovely couple expecting their first little one and she had put so much planning and thought into her session in regards to wardrobe! It showed and paid off! She had a lovely selection of clothes to pick from. Maternity photography is incredibly lovely, there is something so exciting about these sessions.
The temperature outside was rather nippy and we had to go inside to get warmed up but the end results were lovely.
I cannot wait for your little one to arrive! I know you two will both be wonderful parents and I cannot wait to photograph you little one when they arrive!
March 10, 2013
March 10, 2013
Normally, people like to wait until the weather is warmer for session…unless they cannot, like a maternity or newborn session! When I received a call for a winter maternity sessions I was really excited because winter session can be very beautiful.
However, winter can be a hard time of year to book a photo session. We are completely the mercy of mother nature. We would book and the weather would be raining, and then snowing and a few other obstacles thrown into play. We finally figured out a time and the weather finally cooperated and I was so excited to do this session!
Sylvia and Brett are a lovely couple expecting their first little one and she had put so much planning and thought into her session in regards to wardrobe! It showed and paid off! She had a lovely selection of clothes to pick from. Maternity photography is incredibly lovely, there is something so exciting about these sessions.
The temperature outside was rather nippy and we had to go inside to get warmed up but the end results were lovely.
I cannot wait for your little one to arrive! I know you two will both be wonderful parents and I cannot wait to photograph you little one when they arrive!
February 21, 2013
Last night there was very little sleep happening in the Bagley household (and that is not exactly a new phenomena), Kathleen was sick the flu and was miserable. I have always taught my children that they need to share (and this rarely if ever, happens) and Kathleen remembered this lesson. She rembered well by wailing during the middle of the night and sharing her misery with us.
Our house was a bit reminiscent of a zombie movie as we were all kind of like zombies from so few hours of sleep.
This afternoon the lack of sleep caught up with Kathleen. She finally needed to crash after a morning full of temper tantrums and more wailing. She grabbed her brother’s infamous Brown Bear and curled on the couch. This is the child who stopped napping at 2 years old (and how I mourned the loss of these naps! She gathered her Care Bear quilt, took her glasses off and declared she would have a ‘little’ sleep. Within minutes silence enveloped the house and all I could hear was the quiet and even breathes from her her tired and sick little body. Watching her sleep made me a little sad. This tiny girl was growing up fast. Days of naps were well behind us and this was a rare day. For a few minutes I could stare openly at her, and I took advantage of her stillness by snapping a few images. Because goodness knows when this moment will happen again.
Last night there was very little sleep happening in the Bagley household (and that is not exactly a new phenomena), Kathleen was sick the flu and was miserable. I have always taught my children that they need to share (and this rarely if ever, happens) and Kathleen remembered this lesson. She rembered well by wailing during the middle of the night and sharing her misery with us.
Our house was a bit reminiscent of a zombie movie as we were all kind of like zombies from so few hours of sleep.
This afternoon the lack of sleep caught up with Kathleen. She finally needed to crash after a morning full of temper tantrums and more wailing. She grabbed her brother’s infamous Brown Bear and curled on the couch. This is the child who stopped napping at 2 years old (and how I mourned the loss of these naps! She gathered her Care Bear quilt, took her glasses off and declared she would have a ‘little’ sleep. Within minutes silence enveloped the house and all I could hear was the quiet and even breathes from her her tired and sick little body. Watching her sleep made me a little sad. This tiny girl was growing up fast. Days of naps were well behind us and this was a rare day. For a few minutes I could stare openly at her, and I took advantage of her stillness by snapping a few images. Because goodness knows when this moment will happen again.
February 21, 2013
February 21, 2013
Last night there was very little sleep happening in the Bagley household (and that is not exactly a new phenomena), Kathleen was sick the flu and was miserable. I have always taught my children that they need to share (and this rarely if ever, happens) and Kathleen remembered this lesson. She rembered well by wailing during the middle of the night and sharing her misery with us.
Our house was a bit reminiscent of a zombie movie as we were all kind of like zombies from so few hours of sleep.
This afternoon the lack of sleep caught up with Kathleen. She finally needed to crash after a morning full of temper tantrums and more wailing. She grabbed her brother’s infamous Brown Bear and curled on the couch. This is the child who stopped napping at 2 years old (and how I mourned the loss of these naps! She gathered her Care Bear quilt, took her glasses off and declared she would have a ‘little’ sleep. Within minutes silence enveloped the house and all I could hear was the quiet and even breathes from her her tired and sick little body. Watching her sleep made me a little sad. This tiny girl was growing up fast. Days of naps were well behind us and this was a rare day. For a few minutes I could stare openly at her, and I took advantage of her stillness by snapping a few images. Because goodness knows when this moment will happen again.
February 11, 2013
Dear Kathleen,
I am proud of your beauty. I am not afraid to say it because it truly warms me to see what a pretty girl you have become. You look so much like my sister Samantha and myself. I love that you are not self conscious, you don’t know anything about being self critical. You are pretty and that is where it begins and ends. In your world all little girl are pretty. Please stay this way! Do not let the world into this point of view!
While your brothers are in school, you have girl time. You play in your bedroom, Barbies and dolls, and I sneak in to watch you play. You take me back to when Leah and I played Barbies. I watch you decorate your beloved doll house with furniture that belonged to my sisters and I. You dress your barbies and dolls in clothes that all hold a little story and memories. The themes are the same; Barbie gets married, goes camping, has a party with her friends. Although, your dolls are often Princesses and named Cinderella, that is something different.
You watch cartoons and hold your Cabbage Patch doll and absently rock her, unconsciously. At only 4 year old you are maternal and motherly. You worry about your brothers and pester them about their well-being. You complain and bark sometimes like an old woman, your daily routine starts with you barking for the location of your glasses.
You make mistakes and you to try to do little chores without asking, as a way to ask forgiveness. I do the same thing and never realized it was genetic. At 4, you are stuck between being an independent big girl. You watch Sesame Street intently because you told me they are teaching you to read, and you are going to school soon. Your biggest battle is with buckling your own car seat. You announced this morning that when you learn to cook, unlike your brothers you were not going to learn how to make toast, you would learn how to make cake. You seem so big and grown up but that thought is shattered when you put on your footie jammies.
To you life is a bit of a fairy tale, all you need is a pretty dress and you are an instant ballerina-princess.
Every month I blog a letter to my daughters, as part of a blog circle. To read another letter go to Sunshine Lane Photography by Sarah Cunningham Vaughn (no relation! but I wish she was because I would visit this cousin on the beautiful island of Mauritius!) and read her letter to her daughter Sofia Anela.
Dear Kathleen,
I am proud of your beauty. I am not afraid to say it because it truly warms me to see what a pretty girl you have become. You look so much like my sister Samantha and myself. I love that you are not self conscious, you don’t know anything about being self critical. You are pretty and that is where it begins and ends. In your world all little girl are pretty. Please stay this way! Do not let the world into this point of view!
While your brothers are in school, you have girl time. You play in your bedroom, Barbies and dolls, and I sneak in to watch you play. You take me back to when Leah and I played Barbies. I watch you decorate your beloved doll house with furniture that belonged to my sisters and I. You dress your barbies and dolls in clothes that all hold a little story and memories. The themes are the same; Barbie gets married, goes camping, has a party with her friends. Although, your dolls are often Princesses and named Cinderella, that is something different.
You watch cartoons and hold your Cabbage Patch doll and absently rock her, unconsciously. At only 4 year old you are maternal and motherly. You worry about your brothers and pester them about their well-being. You complain and bark sometimes like an old woman, your daily routine starts with you barking for the location of your glasses.
You make mistakes and you to try to do little chores without asking, as a way to ask forgiveness. I do the same thing and never realized it was genetic. At 4, you are stuck between being an independent big girl. You watch Sesame Street intently because you told me they are teaching you to read, and you are going to school soon. Your biggest battle is with buckling your own car seat. You announced this morning that when you learn to cook, unlike your brothers you were not going to learn how to make toast, you would learn how to make cake. You seem so big and grown up but that thought is shattered when you put on your footie jammies.
To you life is a bit of a fairy tale, all you need is a pretty dress and you are an instant ballerina-princess.
Every month I blog a letter to my daughters, as part of a blog circle. To read another letter go to Sunshine Lane Photography by Sarah Cunningham Vaughn (no relation! but I wish she was because I would visit this cousin on the beautiful island of Mauritius!) and read her letter to her daughter Sofia Anela.
February 11, 2013
February 11, 2013
Dear Kathleen,
I am proud of your beauty. I am not afraid to say it because it truly warms me to see what a pretty girl you have become. You look so much like my sister Samantha and myself. I love that you are not self conscious, you don’t know anything about being self critical. You are pretty and that is where it begins and ends. In your world all little girl are pretty. Please stay this way! Do not let the world into this point of view!
While your brothers are in school, you have girl time. You play in your bedroom, Barbies and dolls, and I sneak in to watch you play. You take me back to when Leah and I played Barbies. I watch you decorate your beloved doll house with furniture that belonged to my sisters and I. You dress your barbies and dolls in clothes that all hold a little story and memories. The themes are the same; Barbie gets married, goes camping, has a party with her friends. Although, your dolls are often Princesses and named Cinderella, that is something different.
You watch cartoons and hold your Cabbage Patch doll and absently rock her, unconsciously. At only 4 year old you are maternal and motherly. You worry about your brothers and pester them about their well-being. You complain and bark sometimes like an old woman, your daily routine starts with you barking for the location of your glasses.
You make mistakes and you to try to do little chores without asking, as a way to ask forgiveness. I do the same thing and never realized it was genetic. At 4, you are stuck between being an independent big girl. You watch Sesame Street intently because you told me they are teaching you to read, and you are going to school soon. Your biggest battle is with buckling your own car seat. You announced this morning that when you learn to cook, unlike your brothers you were not going to learn how to make toast, you would learn how to make cake. You seem so big and grown up but that thought is shattered when you put on your footie jammies.
To you life is a bit of a fairy tale, all you need is a pretty dress and you are an instant ballerina-princess.
Every month I blog a letter to my daughters, as part of a blog circle. To read another letter go to Sunshine Lane Photography by Sarah Cunningham Vaughn (no relation! but I wish she was because I would visit this cousin on the beautiful island of Mauritius!) and read her letter to her daughter Sofia Anela.
February 1, 2013
St George, NB had a wind storm today that brought our kiddos home from school early, due to the power being out. No sooner did they arrive home (thanks Mom for going to get them again!!) that the power went out at our home.
They spent the next 20 minutes proving that they were spoiled children. Whining and wondering at the lack of lights, tv, wii, computer, movies…etc. They were not overly impressed at me emphasizing they were learning about the impact of electricity in their little lives (I just received eye rolls and blank stares). We tidied and cleaned because there was nothing else to do (I won’t admit how much cleaning we got done without the computer and tv for distraction) and finally they resigned to the fact there was nothing in my mommy powers that would bring back that power.
The next several hours were spent listening to me read, “Chester Runs Away” by LM Montgomery (same authoress of Anne of Green Gables). The short story is old, there were a few times I had to stop, explain situations (‘No, Charles. They only had one train, no cars.’, ‘Four dollars for 2 weeks work was good pay in 1850.’) or words (whilst, afar, fortnight, etc). The story fit the atmosphere of the day and for a while they were happy little ones.
Supper brought new panic of no hot supper! (Did I mentioned they were spoiled? lol) Dad arrived home and off we went to the Milk Mart for a ‘hot’ supper a bit of a treat eating out on a school night.
Over supper it was another realization of how nice it is was to be unplugged for a day. Yes, I have deadlines looming, editing to be finished, emails to answer, my normal stresses of being a working mother/business owner. But today I had no choice but to sit down with my little ones and just have a quiet slow day, reading, cuddling on the couch. I refused to stress out and decided to enjoy the lack of electrical hum and listen to thw wind and my kiddos.
Cecilia is 5 months old today and the time has flown by too fast. I feel sad thinking how she is now a chubby little baby and those newborn/infant days are over and we are now into baby days (which are fun:). She smiles and amuses herself and us in the jolly jumper. She is smart and has learned that being the youngest means a whimper guarantees being picked up and her ever need met within seconds. I have been taking baby pictures of her as often as I can so I won’t forget these little moments.
While waiting for supper I broke out the camera in public (something I rarely do because normally I am busy chasing little ones and mind is distracted!), the older three didn’t give me their usual funny faces or sibling photobombing. I blame it on the fact I haven’t taken any pictures of them over the past few weeks because I have been busy with doing hockey pictures.
While waiting for our food to arrive the sun broke through the clouds and we enjoyed a quiet supper bathed in pretty sunshine that would make us forget that snow is in the forecast.
Cecilia Turns 5 Months Old
St George, NB had a wind storm today that brought our kiddos home from school early, due to the power being out. No sooner did they arrive home (thanks Mom for going to get them again!!) that the power went out at our home.
They spent the next 20 minutes proving that they were spoiled children. Whining and wondering at the lack of lights, tv, wii, computer, movies…etc. They were not overly impressed at me emphasizing they were learning about the impact of electricity in their little lives (I just received eye rolls and blank stares). We tidied and cleaned because there was nothing else to do (I won’t admit how much cleaning we got done without the computer and tv for distraction) and finally they resigned to the fact there was nothing in my mommy powers that would bring back that power.
The next several hours were spent listening to me read, “Chester Runs Away” by LM Montgomery (same authoress of Anne of Green Gables). The short story is old, there were a few times I had to stop, explain situations (‘No, Charles. They only had one train, no cars.’, ‘Four dollars for 2 weeks work was good pay in 1850.’) or words (whilst, afar, fortnight, etc). The story fit the atmosphere of the day and for a while they were happy little ones.
Supper brought new panic of no hot supper! (Did I mentioned they were spoiled? lol) Dad arrived home and off we went to the Milk Mart for a ‘hot’ supper a bit of a treat eating out on a school night.
Over supper it was another realization of how nice it is was to be unplugged for a day. Yes, I have deadlines looming, editing to be finished, emails to answer, my normal stresses of being a working mother/business owner. But today I had no choice but to sit down with my little ones and just have a quiet slow day, reading, cuddling on the couch. I refused to stress out and decided to enjoy the lack of electrical hum and listen to thw wind and my kiddos.
Cecilia is 5 months old today and the time has flown by too fast. I feel sad thinking how she is now a chubby little baby and those newborn/infant days are over and we are now into baby days (which are fun:). She smiles and amuses herself and us in the jolly jumper. She is smart and has learned that being the youngest means a whimper guarantees being picked up and her ever need met within seconds. I have been taking baby pictures of her as often as I can so I won’t forget these little moments.
While waiting for supper I broke out the camera in public (something I rarely do because normally I am busy chasing little ones and mind is distracted!), the older three didn’t give me their usual funny faces or sibling photobombing. I blame it on the fact I haven’t taken any pictures of them over the past few weeks because I have been busy with doing hockey pictures.
While waiting for our food to arrive the sun broke through the clouds and we enjoyed a quiet supper bathed in pretty sunshine that would make us forget that snow is in the forecast.
Cecilia Turns 5 Months Old
February 1, 2013
February 1, 2013
St George, NB had a wind storm today that brought our kiddos home from school early, due to the power being out. No sooner did they arrive home (thanks Mom for going to get them again!!) that the power went out at our home.
They spent the next 20 minutes proving that they were spoiled children. Whining and wondering at the lack of lights, tv, wii, computer, movies…etc. They were not overly impressed at me emphasizing they were learning about the impact of electricity in their little lives (I just received eye rolls and blank stares). We tidied and cleaned because there was nothing else to do (I won’t admit how much cleaning we got done without the computer and tv for distraction) and finally they resigned to the fact there was nothing in my mommy powers that would bring back that power.
The next several hours were spent listening to me read, “Chester Runs Away” by LM Montgomery (same authoress of Anne of Green Gables). The short story is old, there were a few times I had to stop, explain situations (‘No, Charles. They only had one train, no cars.’, ‘Four dollars for 2 weeks work was good pay in 1850.’) or words (whilst, afar, fortnight, etc). The story fit the atmosphere of the day and for a while they were happy little ones.
Supper brought new panic of no hot supper! (Did I mentioned they were spoiled? lol) Dad arrived home and off we went to the Milk Mart for a ‘hot’ supper a bit of a treat eating out on a school night.
Over supper it was another realization of how nice it is was to be unplugged for a day. Yes, I have deadlines looming, editing to be finished, emails to answer, my normal stresses of being a working mother/business owner. But today I had no choice but to sit down with my little ones and just have a quiet slow day, reading, cuddling on the couch. I refused to stress out and decided to enjoy the lack of electrical hum and listen to thw wind and my kiddos.
Cecilia is 5 months old today and the time has flown by too fast. I feel sad thinking how she is now a chubby little baby and those newborn/infant days are over and we are now into baby days (which are fun:). She smiles and amuses herself and us in the jolly jumper. She is smart and has learned that being the youngest means a whimper guarantees being picked up and her ever need met within seconds. I have been taking baby pictures of her as often as I can so I won’t forget these little moments.
While waiting for supper I broke out the camera in public (something I rarely do because normally I am busy chasing little ones and mind is distracted!), the older three didn’t give me their usual funny faces or sibling photobombing. I blame it on the fact I haven’t taken any pictures of them over the past few weeks because I have been busy with doing hockey pictures.
While waiting for our food to arrive the sun broke through the clouds and we enjoyed a quiet supper bathed in pretty sunshine that would make us forget that snow is in the forecast.
Cecilia Turns 5 Months Old
