in case you missed it

magnum

I didn't use this picture before because you can't tell he's dancing, but it's been cracking me up all weekend.

i'm so tired of repeating myself/beating myself up

gonna take a trip and multiply.

ennui

I wonder if spring will ever come.

wish you were here

but mostly, wish I was here:

a whole lot of pictures

the condensed version

snorkeling and whale watching:

at the beach by our hotel:

Lahaina:


exploring:

drinking pina coladas:

looking awesome:
making out:
nice.

Maui Ocean Center:
Luau:

it was a fantastic trip.

(thanks to Cody, who snapped most of these pictures using our cameras. When he used my camera, I would set the settings, he would snap the shot, and it turned out pretty well.)

Hawaii

I can't seem to think of a good, organized way to put all these pictures up, and I feel like a loser if I spend too long thinking about what I'm going to post on my blog, so...we're just gonna start.
whee!

Here we are on the plane. I tried to take this picture myself with Christofer's camera, but who knew point and shoots could be so hard?

Don't we look happy? I know some people wouldn't be all jazzed for a five-hour flight in the middle of the night, but as far as I was concerned, vacation started the second I dropped my kids off at my mom's house.

Five hours! To Myself! With a book! score.


This is Chris with Cody.
What I like about Cody is, he grooms his eyebrows waaaaaay more meticulously than I groom mine.
Because apparently, if he doesn't, they stage a coup, take over his face, and begin eating hapless passers-by.
and singing.
Like Audrey II in Little Shop of Horrors!
although I might have made up the part about them singing.





Cody is married to Kelsie, who is extremely likeable, which is a shame. I want to dislike her, because my heart is cold and dead but really because this is her 5 months pregnant:


and this is me, 4 months pregnant:




too subtle? we'll go again. Kelsie, 5 months:



me, four months:



WHATEVER, UNIVERSE.


used the timer for this one:

and that's all I have time for today. come back tomorrow for approximately 6000 pictures of Chris and me! LUCKY YOU.

need...sleep...

Just got back in town two hours ago, and have been busy unpacking and restocking the fridge in preparation for Operation: Resume Child-Rearing.




we drink a lot of milk.

tomorrow I will return to our regularly scheduled posting, beginning with a discussion of this all-important question:

how many pina coladas is too many pina coladas?


















(answer: I have no idea, but 5 in one day is getting close.)


ps. magnum! ...it's beautiful!

sad

Today Michael and I went to a funeral, a funeral for a little girl who, four years ago, shared a due date with Michael.

it was beautiful and wrenching.

sick, part infinity

you'll never guess what William did this morning.

(I'll give you a hint: it ends with me petting my own head.)

haunted

Today was not a picture taking kind of day, so I thought instead I'd answer a question. A few people have asked me about this picture in the past:

i believe this is called ghosting.

(although, i could be wrong.)

it's very simple: a long exposure during which whatever you want to be ghostly is only present part of the time. For example, the above shot was taken at night in a very dark room with minimal stairway lighting and a long exposure. I set the shutter speed to bulb, which means I clicked the shutter open AND I clicked it closed. For this picture the shutter was open for close to a minute and I was sitting on the stair for twenty or thirty seconds of it. This is straight of out camera.

I also liked this version, where I was walked down the stairs veeeerrrry sloooooowly:

yesterday is a good example, too. It was a much shorter exposure, but the same principle.

so, yes. ghosting. cool looking, but not hard. I love it.

time to leave for school

speaking of vanity

I've never been a person who's afraid of getting older. Indeed, I rather like it--each year seems like a little badge of accomplishment to me, and I especially look forward to milestone birthdays, even if the 'milestone' part is only in my mind.



That being said,
if ONE MORE PERSON acts like they are going to pass out from the shock of learning I am not yet thirty, I am going to hit them.
























WHAT IS UP?

minutiae, Illustrated

so what did you do today?

because I did this:























and bought this:







































further cementing my reputation as a sucker for hairstylists, especially when they use the word "shiny."










































which is hilarious, because even with these products languishing in my drawer, my hair usually looks like this:





















only now, I guess, it looks more like this:

















(I know, I know. but you try making a non-stupid face while taking a picture of yourself in the mirror. it is IMPOSSIBLE.)

... then end.

self-portrait saturday, vol. III/Happy Father's Day

I took the pictures in the last post for Christofer for Father's day--then, as an inside joke, I decided afterward it would be absolutely hilarious to give Christofer a picture of the the boys AND me for Father's Day.



absoultely hilarious! ha. Hahahaha. Ha. HA.



Let me ask you a question, internet: have you ever tried, by yourself, to get two boys to smile, two little boys to smile, while also wrestling them in place, while also smiling, while also taking the damn picture?



probably not.



because only an insane person would do that.



Anyway, this is the picture I'm going to give Christofer, and I chose it because, while some foolish foolish people will look at it and see me smiling and think, 'ahhh, happy!' most people I know will see this smile and recognize this face as the face I make on days when somone's crying and someone's yelling and something is missing and something is burning and the phone is ringing and when I finally answer it, the person asks me, "how's it going?" And then I MAKE THIS EXACT FACE and answer, "oh, AWESOME."


So you see? Happy Father's Day, Christofer. When you look at this picture, you'll know how much we all miss you.

not-self-portrait saturday

taken by Chris

self-portrait saturday, vol II

self-portrait saturday

Tuesday, pt. 2

tuesday