It's been months since I've posted here! I can't believe it. So of course I think I'll start a new series based on a little quote I thought of the other day:

"perfection is not a requirement of beauty."

That just popped into my head as I was editing and came across this photo that was a hot mess in terms of the "rules" of photography, but it was a favorite from the day. 

living a life

Instructions for living a life.

Pay attention.

Be astonished.

Tell about it.

-Mary Oliver-

A few friends and I are setting out on a new project this year. We decided to use the above quote as a sort of guide for our posts. The message in this quote is so simple, and quite clear. So we will gather together once a month and tell about our lives with pictures. I hope you'll join us on this journey.


Please take a few minutes to see how my lovely friends are "living a life."







five on five.

i can't believe it's already November. how did that happen?! it's time for another five on five.

five little moments of one little missy who has yet to learn to get up on those little knees of hers if she's going to crawl. she got some help from Opa this time around. she will crawling before i know it, i'm sure.

why don't you go check out Rhonda's five on five while you're sitting there at your computer. ;)

6 on 6.

Because we had a grand old time celebrating on the Fourth of July, I completely forgot to post on 5 on 5. So you get 6 on 6. :)

{no beer was consumed by erin in the making of these photos. though she may have gotten just a bit on her dress...}


Now go see what my friend, Rhonda, is up to! I think she may be on holiday, but go take a peek and check out her lovely blog.


the blur of motherhood.

"Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest."

- debra ginsberg


I'm still here...a little blurry around the edges, but happily so. Little Miss Erin keeps my hands full with cat-naps and frequent feedings and lots of crying. Well, actually it's more like screaming. She may be little, but she is already making her voice heard in the world.