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She likes the mud. A lot.

This is my first blog post for the 99 days of blogging with Melissa Firman.

It’s a simply post but I think the photos say it all. Go play in a mud puddle today. I did. My shoes are ruined, but my heart is light.

 

 

 

 

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This is her tricycle riding helmet. She also has a roller skating helmet. She participates in each activity about five minutes each and then she takes off her helmet and goes back inside. And repeat the next day. What quirky things do your toddlers do? #toddlerquirks #toddlers
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I’ve written a lot on social media or my blog that what I like to do is photograph moments, not poses. So what are moments anyhow? What do I mean by moments? You know when your son sits on your lap, even when he’s been asked to, and sometimes, even though at first he didn’t want to sit there, he looks up at you and you look down, or over, at him and then suddenly you both smile, maybe because you feel a bit stupid just looking at each other? Then you start laughing and shrugging your shoulders at the silliness of it all? That’s a moment. You know when your daughter says, “daddy, can I have a shoulder ride?” and you pick her up and set her on your shoulder because you know that one day she’ll be too big to do that? That’s a moment. You know when your family is at the playground and your son yells “higher mommy!!” And so you push him higher and higher and he laughs as the wind whooshes by him on his way up and down. That’s a moment. You know when your spouse catches you rolling your eyes at something she or he has said and then grins and tries to tell you he or she was just kidding? That’s a moment. Or how about when your cutting up your child’s pancakes for them? Or walking them to school? Or rocking them to sleep? Or comforting them when they’re hurt? All moments. Or what about when your elderly mother looks at you from across the table and she smiles because you’ve become the person she always knew you would be and she couldn’t be more proud. Moments. Seconds frozen in time by the click of a shutter. Images that when you look at them will transport you to a feeling. Smell. Taste. Place. Person. Home. That’s what I mean by capturing moments not poses. Because with poses you stop, you smile and you become someone else but in moments you never lose sight of who you really are.
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