These feet belong to a Kindergartner. They aren’t baby feet anymore. The first day of school is tomorrow. And with that, here is the end of Summer Break 2019. This is all a happy thing to this mom. It means no more PJ Masks or Puppy Dog Pals for hours on end. It also probably means evenings of a cuddly Oliver. I was looking back at how far we’ve come.
Just this week, I reassessed domain names and moved all writing to The Tog Mom. I am cautiously optimistic in this change– it was a relative spur-of-the-moment decision, but I was ready something different anyway. My previous domain, Rainbow Tulip, is a great name but doesn’t really say anything about who I am. The Tog Mom speaks to the fact that I am a mom photographer. Being both a mom
It’s the 4th of July. My favorite holiday practically my whole life. When I was growing up, the 4th of July always meant the beach for a week, maybe two weeks some years. For years I couldn’t imagine fireworks not shot off from a pier, over the water. For the more recent past, the 4th of July has meant braving the crowds at the schools for the fireworks and concert
Our deck is saving my life this summer. This is the laziest summer we have had since 2013, the summer we found out I was pregnant with Oliver. It has been Heaven. Sleeping regularly until 10:30. Going nowhere, except for maybe a ride in the evenings. A couple of photo gigs. TV and video games are the rule of the summer at our house this year, and I am completely