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Seriously Ella. Between you and your sister you all are breaking my heart. Morning time before school and you’re either amped or moody blues. Today was an amped kind of day.
“We got time, mama…Let’s play.”
But do you know, Ella, that we really don’t have that much time. That in a year you’ll be a little older, a little more independent and I will look back and ask, “Where did the time go?”
Oh em geee. These shoes…I bought them back in 2006. Leopard print anything was showing up in fashion magazines all over the place in a major way. After giving birth to two lovely kids (the first weighing in at 9 lbs and some odd ounces and the second weighing in at 10 lbs and some more odd ounces) my feet had grown astronomically.
So, I was left with no choice but to shop on-line for shoes. Thank the LAWD zappos.com was just booming in a big because I could search for shoes by size and take all the disappointment out of seeing something I wanted and not being able to have it. And to my surprise I did a search for my size and voila! LEOPARD PRINT FLATS!
These are most favoritist flats in the WHOLE WORLD. But they are wearing thin on the soles. The hair like material on the shoes is starting to bald. I have this crazy attachment to these shoes. Sometimes (because of my crazy weight gain after my second child) the only thing I could wear to make me feel sassy was these shoes.
Girls night out? Wearing my leopard flats.
Date night with hubby? Wearing my leopard flats.
Meeting someone for the first time? Wearing my leopard flats.
They were my go to shoes.
But now?
I refuse to thrown them out. Just can’t do it. They still bring a wee bit of sass to my life. Some silly old shoes. These shoes.
Finally getting around to posting some images from a baby session I did about a month back. Loved this little ball of baby love! Look at how gorgeous his hair is! His eyes! Those little arms! Ahh. Gave me a short case of baby fever! Caden is gonna be a lady killer, for sure!
I love how Fall is in full effect a mere ten days or so before the Winter Solstice. We’ve had icy mornings, wind, rain, a wee bit of snow and all the fall leaves are starting to disappear. 
My Olivia is getting too big, too fast.
The sweetest face.
One more with Ella. She has the best eyes, really. i can’t wait til Summer when we can go and play outdoors.
Been a wee bit busy! Closing out 2009 on a positive note with the last of my family sessions and holiday card orders! Also been crazy busy with a non-profit hear in Tracy called Children’s Dance Theatre. Will share more about the CDT later but for now, feast your eyes on this cutie! Ella is four! And her beautiful doe eyes and crazy gorgeous luscious hair makes me love my job!
My mom lives about 10 hours away from me. That ten hours is so far away! The drive is so long. She doesn’t work. I always ask her to come closer to me. Please? A temporary job brought her to San Rafael for a short three months. Every other weekend I loaded up the car with the girls and we drove to visit her. One hour. One short, sweet hour. And spent a whole Sunday morning with her. Sunday is such a sacred day to me and to spend it with my mom at the farmers market or sitting on the patio just meant so much to me.
My Papa Verma is in the last stages of his life. He is in need of assistance to do everything. Eat, bathe, walk. So sad. The old man that used to chase me around with a wooden spoon to give me spankings when we lived overseas can’t even hold his own spoon to feed himself. Life is cruel sometimes.
Mama Verma is too old and too rickety to take care of her husband. So mom got on a plane a month ago. And flew 10 hours. FLEW. That ten hours is so very far from me. So, so far.
Today I had a bad day. I day where I wanted to yell, “DON’T THESE PEOPLE KNOW HOW HARD I WORK?” I would usually call mom but she has no international calling plan. She wasn’t at her computer to Skype with me. There was no new Facebook message from her. I came home, picked up my phone three times wanting to press her number but the voice on her message box would make me cry. I did it anyway. I called her number. Listened to her voice and hung it up. And I cried.
She won’t be back until March. That is such a long time from now. So, so long.
I miss you, mom. Please take care of your mom and dad. Love you.
Mom and me. Our house in England. April 1979.