Catch up may not be the word. Maybe I mean it's making you work extra hard at 'stuff?'
It can be catch up in a good and hectic way; Like on a professional level, at my day job, we are expanding the medical practice that I help run with my husband EG and so we've been meeting with architects to figure out how the space will look and what we'll need to accommodate our growth.
Or it can sometimes feel like a desperate sort of trudge through molasses to make positive changes; Like on a personal level, I am feeling like my family is needing some extra love and attention. My little peanuts are precious and at such a wonderful and cute age and they are like little sponges in what they learn and absorb. My littlest peanut is very feisty and has been expressing herself in "nice colorful ways" and so we're giving her some extra hugs and focus and trying to figure out the challenging mind of a four year old little being. So for now, I wanted to share a fun memory I have of a family photo shoot we had in NYC last fall.
So, here we are in all of our disheveled loveliness. I so desperately wanted this family photo shoot because we never have the four of us together. I also wanted Wendy and Tyler from Blue Lily Photography for the shoot because they have always produced such wonderful photos of NieNie and her family (see here). We high tailed it down to NYC from Connecticut to meet Wendy and Tyler in Central Park for the shoot. A perfect location...this is where EG and I got engaged so no better place to film our whole family years later! (ha...Luckily photos can hide the behind the scenes)
Before Wendy and Tyler even arrived, the kids were squirrely. They were running around the perimeter of the pond and sometimes getting daringly close to the edge. But the edge consists of "stairs" that actually step down into the water so I rationalized it's not like they would actually fall off the ledge into the water because there was no ledge! I stepped away to message Wendy and provide some identifying elements so she could spot our family when she arrived. EG was on kid patrol (Hey, no blame here). In the midst of my texting, I noticed a commotion at the base of the pond. Non-English speaking tourists were flailing their arms around in a frantic flight. Well shit...I'd better get over there. There's got to be some celebrity at the scene to cause such a stir. As I got closer, I noticed. No celebrity. Ah...my family. My husband. My son. At the base of the pond. But my daughter was no where to be found. Until I inched closer and realized that the "fish" the tourist was fetching out from the water was in fact my daughter. Yep, submerged from the neck down in the smelly wretched cold pond water of NYC. That's my girl. (Fine by the way, just soaking wet!)
Like the hairdo? Vivi's hair had previously been chin length on both sides until she and her brother decided to play barber shop and she chopped off one whole side (Not on the same day as the photo shoot or that would have sent me to therapy for sure). We decided to make lemons from lemonade and turned it into a "style." Shorter on one side and longer on another. (She got so many compliments during those months when it was growing back out).
(Notice new skirt | outfit change for Vivi in this picture?) I must mention that when EG returned from the car with new clothes for Vivi, he didn't just bring a new change of clothes back to the park...he lugged Vivi's ENTIRE SUITCASE full of clothes back with him. So yes, I was not only dealing with a dramatic four year old that jumped into the pond scum that day, I was also dealing with an over zealous husband that dramatically brought an entire suitcase through Central Park so that I would have my pickins of back up clothes. To his credit, he knows me well and I'm sure I would have had something to say about his selection so he brought all TWENTY outfits to me for me to select myself! haha, never a dull moment.
Looking back at these photos it reminds me that there will always be challenging times and it's just how we choose to make lemonade from the lemons. Or smile even when your pink cowboy boots may be soaking wet with pond scum water. Or pretend to laugh even when you may be gritting through your teeth ("why did i agree to do this? never again!"--from eg). Because when you look back in time and remember your life, it's easy to overlook the times when you may have been struggling, and nice to remember the times you chose and put one foot in front of the other. Sometimes when you're mud deep in the midst of a struggle it's difficult to remember that things tend to work themselves out in time. It's nice to have a happy reminder of that from time to time.
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