Jordan And Mindy recent blog posts from jamphotography.myfotojournal.comen-usThu, 26 Jan 2017 01:52:00 +0000Aaron & Kaitlyn<p>A few months ago we planned this weekend by the water with Aaron <span class="amp">&amp;</span> Kaitlyn in our new home. We didn&#8217;t know their relationship had some history by the water, or that we&#8217;d get some pretty romantic rain both days they were here. We did know it would be time well spent getting cozy with these two, and we were right about&nbsp;that!&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;">It&#8217;s good to have someone to cuddle always, but especially when it&#8217;s chilly and drizzly outside.<img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0003.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0003.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Riley calls this the &#8220;nosey nosey&#8221; and it always brings smiles. We love it, especially silhouetted by the&nbsp;water.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0004.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0004.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Find someone who makes you laugh. These two have that down, no&nbsp;question.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0001.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0001.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">They don&#8217;t just laugh together&#8230;look at those lovey eyes! If you can find someone who looks at you like this, you&#8217;ve got it made.&nbsp;:)</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0004.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0004.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I think they like each other a lil bit.&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-24_0004.jpg" title="2017-01-24_0004.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">A little playfulness in the rain is good for the soul. Thank you guys for being such good sports and playing goofy games in the&nbsp;rains!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0006.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0006.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0003.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0003.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">This is a favorite! Such happiness right&nbsp;here!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0005.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0005.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0007.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0007.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Aaron <span class="amp">&amp;</span> Kaitlyn sittin&#8217; in a&nbsp;tree&#8230;K-I-S-S-I-N-G</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0005.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0005.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">There might not be any dry eyes at this wedding, you guys. These two are great at bringing the silliness out, but man do they know how to bring the love&nbsp;too.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0012.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0012.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">See that shot up there? I can feel the love you guys - I can feel&nbsp;it!</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Also, thanks guys, for helping us test out the new swing. It needs a few adjustments to be completely stable and smooth, but don&#8217;t we all? Also Kaitlyn - your hair. Oh my gosh. As a fellow curly/wavy gal, you have to tell me what you put on those gorgeous locks, since I kept forgetting to ask you this weekend. It&#8217;s beautiful even after the&nbsp;rain!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-24_0001.jpg" title="2017-01-24_0001.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Since we were hanging out for the weekend it was easy for me (in my jammies still) to say, &#8220;Oh hey guys, want to get a few more shots before you leave today?&#8221; Thanks for indulging me and letting me explore the light in this new place. It&#8217;s pretty kickass, especially with some pretty people snuggling in there.&nbsp;:)</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-25_0002.jpg" title="2017-01-25_0002.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0013.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0013.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I kept referencing &#8220;the grandma shot&#8221; as we went along, because most people who have seen our work know that I either like a deep gaze into the camera close-up, or completely candid real-life shots. But there&#8217;s always at least one family member (usually a mom or grandmother) who requests the classic both-people-looking-at-the-camera-smiling shot. We like to get at least a couple of those too, so in your older years you can look back and say, &#8220;Hey, that&#8217;s what we looked like way back when, whenever we posed for a shot.&#8221; So we got a few of those on the&nbsp;stairs&#8230;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0011.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0011.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">And then Jordan snapped this loveliness that&#8217;s anything but a grandma shot. It&#8217;s very nearly my favorite image from the day. In between the silliness and the awkward feeling of having a camera in your face for way longer than normal, one of us freezes a moment that can say so many things. In this one shot, their whole time in front of our camera flashes in my head, in time-lapse format. It&#8217;s always an unexpected shot that does this for me, and this time this is it. Also, it&#8217;s just damn sexy,&nbsp;right?&nbsp;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0008.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0008.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">A little bit of love in the tower before we head back in and everyone changes back into comfy rainy-day clothes before heading&nbsp;home.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0009.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0009.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="2017-01-24_0002.jpg" title="2017-01-24_0002.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span class="quo">&#8216;</span>Til next time, you two. Let&#8217;s make more time for hanging out, mkay?&nbsp;:)</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Love <span class="amp">&amp;</span>&nbsp;hugs,</p> <p style="text-align: center;">~ja<span style="text-decoration: underline;">m</span></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span class="caps">PS</span> - I almost forgot, I grabbed some silly outtake shots of us shooting for you guys. Because we had a hilarious fun time, see? Happiness, shared.&nbsp;:)</p> <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;That boy&#8217;s got some height on that jump! Thanks for interrupting my shot, love.&nbsp;hehe</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="2017-01-23_0002.jpg" title="2017-01-23_0002.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Shooting on a ladder that Jordan lugged out to the dock because I was too nervous to get on his shoulders. And then the usual creeper status on the stairs. I love that&nbsp;creeper!</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I always ask if Ri wants to grab a shot if he&#8217;s around, since he loves looking through the viewfinder, releasing that shutter, then reviewing what he captured. It&#8217;s the sweetest thing. I gave him a little boost this time, since he&#8217;s otherwise shooting up people&#8217;s noses. He definitely brings out smiles for us!&nbsp;:)&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="2017-01-24_0005.jpg" title="2017-01-24_0005.jpg" /></p> Thu, 26 Jan 2017 01:52:00 +0000 & Chocolate Chip Cookies<p>This year our holiday baking is a little different than our past years. Mostly because I&#8217;ve been gluten <span class="amp">&amp;</span> dairy-free for much of the year so I thought I&#8217;d be limited in the &#8220;sugary things&#8221; category of stuff I&#8217;d be able to make and enjoy with fam <span class="amp">&amp;</span> friends. Not so, you guys, not so. I&#8217;ve done a lot of research and decided to try a chocolate chip cookie recipe a few months ago that I found via Pinterest. Not a &#8220;Pinterest fail,&#8221; it was such a great success that I haven&#8217;t yet tried another recipe! Then this month I found a recipe for snickerdoodle cookies and it went pretty much the&nbsp;same.</p> <p>We&#8217;ve made these (so, so very many of these) for our peoples, and they all unanimously agree on the deliciousness (especially the chocolate chip guys). Here are my versions of these recipes, with tips on how to enjoy them&nbsp;best!&nbsp;</p> <p>Note: These are both gluten <span class="amp">&amp;</span> dairy-free, but do contain coconut oil, and nut flours (almond <span class="amp">&amp;</span> coconut), and egg. The cookie unicorn would be to find a recipe without the nuts, I know. I&#8217;ll keep looking.&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-5325.jpg" title="JAM-5325.jpg" /></p> <p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Snickerdoodles (see photo above - they&#8217;re on the&nbsp;left!)</strong></span></p> <p><strong></strong>I found this recipe from the <a href="" target="_blank" title="TIU cookie swap">Tone It Up girls</a>, and they have a few others that I haven&#8217;t tried yet. I&#8217;ve been too distracted by this one. Check the tips after the recipe for texture&nbsp;notes!</p> <p>Equipment:</p> <ul> <li>2 mixing bowls (this isn&#8217;t a huge recipe, so I used a medium and a&nbsp;small)</li> <li>hand or countertop&nbsp;mixer</li> <li>cookie scoop (handy but not necessary - it helps you get to the eating part much&nbsp;faster!)</li> </ul> <div>*This recipe makes about 20-25 regular-sized cookies*</div> <p>Ingredients:</p> <ul> <li>6 tablespoons coconut sugar (7 if you like them slightly sweeter with crispier edges, I accidentally&nbsp;discovered)</li> <li>1/3 cup brown sugar (I use what I have, which is light brown&nbsp;sugar)</li> <li>1/4 cup coconut oil, melted and&nbsp;cooled</li> <li>1/2 teaspoon vanilla&nbsp;extract</li> <li>1/4 cup egg&nbsp;whites</li> <li>2 cups almond flour (I love Bob&#8217;s Red Mill&nbsp;brand)</li> <li>1/2 teaspoon baking&nbsp;powder</li> <li>1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon (more doesn&#8217;t&nbsp;hurt!)</li> <li>1/8 teaspoon&nbsp;salt</li> <li>coconut oil&nbsp;spray</li> </ul> <p>Directions:</p> <ol> <li>Preheat oven to&nbsp;350&deg;</li> <li>Mix coconut sugar (6-7 tbsp), brown sugar (1/3 c), and coconut oil (1/4 c) in one&nbsp;bowl.</li> <li>Stir in vanilla (1/2 tsp) and egg whites (1/4&nbsp;c).</li> <li>In a second bowl, combine almond flour (2 c), baking powder (1/2 tsp), cinnamon (1/4 tsp), and salt (1/8&nbsp;tsp).</li> <li>A little at a time, add flour mixture to sugar mixture until&nbsp;well-combined.</li> <li>Shape dough into balls (I use a cookie scoop that&#8217;s about 1 tbsp size) and place on a cookie sheet coated with coconut oil. Flatten just a smidge with fingers or the back of a spoon (a quick spray of coconut oil on the spoon&nbsp;helps).</li> <li>Bake for 10-12 minutes until edges look&nbsp;done.</li> </ol> <p>Tips: I love these so much because of the options for chewy or crispy cookies! It&#8217;s hard to find cookies without gluten or dairy that are a good texture. I&#8217;ve had my share of mealy/pasty/icky-textured cookies, no thank you very much. These will be chewy when they first come out, then crisp up as they begin to cool. When stored though, they go back to chewy. <em>My favorite thing is to pop a few leftovers in the toaster oven for a couple of minutes and let them cool a bit. Then they&#8217;re perfectly crisp on the edges and chewy inside!&nbsp;</em>Oh, and they have never lasted more than three days but were still tasty after that long when stored&nbsp;covered.&nbsp;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="2016-12-23_0001.jpg" title="2016-12-23_0001.jpg" /></p> <p>above: the first bite, before and&nbsp;after</p> <p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Chocolate Chip&nbsp;Cookies</strong></span></p> <p>You guys, we&#8217;ve had everyone rave about these. They are some of the best cookies I&#8217;ve had ever, gluten-free or not! They are not originally my creation, but I&#8217;m sharing my version of a recipe that I&#8217;m so glad I found on <a href="" target="_blank" title="GFDF chocolate chip cookies">Texanerin&#8217;s blog</a>. Check out her original for more ingredient options, and see below for my opinion of the best combination.&nbsp;:)</p> <p><strong>Do note - this recipe requires refrigerating the dough for&nbsp;<em>at</em><em> least</em> one hour, preferably overnight.&nbsp;</strong>I usually make the dough the night before I want to bake the cookies, then grab the bowl from the fridge whenever I&#8217;m ready to bake. I hear the dough (and final cookie) freezes well, but haven&#8217;t yet tried doing so&nbsp;myself!</p> <p>Equipment:</p> <ul> <li>2 mixing bowls - one large, one&nbsp;medium</li> <li>hand&nbsp;mixer</li> <li>cookie&nbsp;scoop&nbsp;</li> <li>parchment&nbsp;paper</li> </ul> <p>Ingredients:</p> <ul> <li>1 cup almond&nbsp;flour</li> <li>1/4 cup coconut&nbsp;flour</li> <li>1 teaspoon baking&nbsp;soda</li> <li>1/4 teaspoon&nbsp;salt</li> <li>6 tablespoons butter (I use Earth Balance since I&#8217;m dairy-free. I&#8217;ve tried coconut oil but prefer the taste with&nbsp;<span class="caps">EB</span>)</li> <li>6 tablespoons almond butter (no oil or sugar added - check those ingredients or you&#8217;ll have super greasy&nbsp;cookies)</li> <li>3/4 cup coconut&nbsp;sugar</li> <li>1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla&nbsp;extract</li> <li>1 large&nbsp;egg</li> <li>2 cups (or more) chocolate chips (I&nbsp;<em>highly</em><em>&nbsp;</em>recommend <a href="" target="_blank" title="Enjoy Life">Enjoy Life&#8217;s semi-sweet mega chunks</a>. They take these cookies to the next level as they&#8217;re huge, super tasty,&nbsp;<em>and</em> they&#8217;re&nbsp;allergy-friendly.)</li> </ul> <p>Directions:</p> <ol> <li>In a medium bowl, mix almond flour (1 c), coconut flour (1/4 c), baking soda (1 tsp) and salt (1/4&nbsp;tsp)</li> <li>In a large bowl, beat butter (6 tbsp) and sugar (3/4 c) until well-combined. (Really, really&nbsp;well-combined!)</li> <li>Beat in almond butter (6 tbsp) and vanilla (1 1/2 tsp) on medium until well-combined. Beat in egg (1) on&nbsp;low.</li> <li>Stir in flour mixture (I beat this too, because Riley is usually helping and he likes to use the hand mixer - I just don&#8217;t let him&nbsp;over-mix.)</li> <li><em>Refrigerate dough for at least one hour (overnight is&nbsp;best).</em></li> <li>Heat oven to&nbsp;350&deg;</li> <li>Spoon dough into 1-2 inch balls and place on parchment paper. (Again I recommend a cookie scoop, though with the mega chunks getting caught in there I&#8217;ve bent mine this busy baking season. Still worth it for the ease of scooping and making same-sized cookies, especially since my handy hubby bends it back into place for&nbsp;me.)</li> <li>If you can&#8217;t see chocolate chunks sticking out of the tops, place some more in there. Go on and porcupine that thing with some chocolate. If someone complains about you putting too many chocolate chips in your cookies, well that&#8217;s grounds for unfriending right there,&nbsp;friends.</li> <li>Bake for about 10 minutes or until edges look firm and the tops don&#8217;t look as wet. As with most cookies, I love taking these out when they&#8217;re still slightly gooey in the middle and let them cook on the tray for a bit outside of the&nbsp;oven.&nbsp;</li> </ol> <div>Heating tip: Just like with the snickerdoodles, I re-heat these in the toaster oven. I&#8217;m a picky re-heater, so even if I had no toaster oven I&#8217;d turn on the entire oven just to heat a few leftover cookies. It makes them that much better. In fact the above photo with the melty chocolate is a leftover cookie that was re-heated for about a minute. Just barely toasty on the edges and oh-so-gooey inside. Do it. It&#8217;s worth the extra work to get a perfect texture, if you care about such things. Priorities, man. As little as I get to eat cookies these days, good texture is a high priority of mine.</div> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="2016-12-23_0002.jpg" title="2016-12-23_0002.jpg" />An optional final step for either of these recipes is handing over the beaters or cookie scoop to be licked clean. Yes I&#8217;m aware there is egg - I know. I&#8217;m not going to tell anyone else to, but we do it at our house. Life is short y&#8217;all. Lick the beaters. And have some happy holidays with some tasty&nbsp;cookies.</p> <p>Hugs,</p> <p>~m.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-xlarge" src="" alt="JAM-9457.jpg" title="JAM-9457.jpg" /></p> Sat, 24 Dec 2016 02:21:03 +0000 Years of Light<p>On our back porch in the morning, there&#8217;s this magical light that streams through the trees on a sunny day. It highlights everything out there in a way that makes me feel like I&#8217;m watching a highlight reel of my life from the future. It brings me so close to happy crying and actually warms my heart and leaves an ache in my chest that&#8217;s probably just me choking back tears and light sobs that are trying to escape, and I want to say that it&#8217;s literally heart-warming but I&#8217;ve given Jordan shit for saying literally so often that our kid is saying it now too. So I won&#8217;t say that. But, it definitely is figuratively heart-warming. So much so that I can&#8217;t even get my camera to capture it like I see it in real life. Cue Jim <span class="amp">&amp;</span> Pam&#8217;s mental picture-taking from their wedding day, if you&#8217;re a fan of the Office.<span style="line-height: 1.4;">&nbsp;But it makes me feel like&nbsp;this:</span></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9996_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9996_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p>Wherever you are in life, I hope something gives you this feeling. Whatever troubles you&#8217;re feeling, whatever struggles you have, I truly hope there&#8217;s something that gives you that light-but-heavy choked-up feeling of happiness. Even if it&#8217;s just for a few seconds of your day. Find that light. It&#8217;s there somewhere, I promise. And if it isn&#8217;t showing itself right now, please know that it will&nbsp;come.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9487_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9487_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">So much has changed in our lives since Riley was born three years ago. I sometimes feel like I could be a blogger, but in truth I can&#8217;t organize all of the thoughts I have here adequately, so I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ll just keep posting these random updates and talking about how I want to dive into them further one day. Just for today though, here are a few recent photos of our newly-turned three-year-old. I hope they bring you at least a flicker of the light that I felt while taking&nbsp;them.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0174_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0174_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0104_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0104_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0249_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0249_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-3108_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3108_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9252_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9252_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">We&#8217;ve spent so much time this summer in and around the water. Our house in Wilmington is almost finished, about a year after building started. Perfection takes time, y&#8217;all. Just look at this perfect smiling child that took me almost as many months to&nbsp;grow.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9695-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9695-2_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Tickling and chasing and hiding - these are the things that bring out the biggest giggles from this kid. Cheers to many more movies in the new house with Little Bunny. This movie-watching night was pretty memorable even without a comfy sofa to cuddle&nbsp;on.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9687_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9687_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9263_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9263_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">We started a countdown to his birthday on the first of August this year, and let him cut off a link every day until his birthday on the 12<span class='ord'>th</span>. He took this job very seriously,&nbsp;obviously.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9555_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9555_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">We found a new friend in the Target clearance section this summer. He&#8217;s a velociraptor, and Riley decided his name is Vivey and he only eats plants. We nicknamed him Veggie Rap. Oh, and these two built a cardboard house in the driveway. It required power tools, of course. It took less time to build than our beach house, so I think Riley might be teaching our builders a thing or two.&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-3987_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3987_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">He&#8217;s always loved reading, but he&#8217;s really investigating stories and reading them aloud to himself more these&nbsp;days.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5478_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5478_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Bunny <span class="amp">&amp;</span> Daddy Bear fam. It&#8217;s the best way to&nbsp;sleep.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9783_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9783_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">This is what happens when you cook bacon without turning on the fan, and your husband is out of the house and doesn&#8217;t answer the call from your alarm company. Let&#8217;s just pretend this was a planned visit so that Riley could compare his fire truck to a real one,&nbsp;okay?</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-2897_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-2897_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">This is what my memories look like most of the&nbsp;time.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-4581_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-4581_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-02233_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-02233_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p>One of the best iPhone shots I&#8217;ve ever&nbsp;taken:</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5654_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5654_WEB.jpg" style="line-height: 1.4;" /></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">He loves so hard, you guys. It&#8217;s the&nbsp;best.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9995_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9995_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">This grin kills me, and is 100% him at three. Sly, sweet, and silly. His first day back to school this week was so awesome that he didn&#8217;t want to come home with us after it was over.</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">&nbsp;I know how healthy that is, so I&#8217;m not mad about it one&nbsp;bit.</span></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0069_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0069_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9337_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9337_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">That&#8217;s all for today, loves. I wish you so much&nbsp;happy.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">~m.</span></p> Wed, 07 Sep 2016 16:42:00 +0000 is what matters<p>I&#8217;ve been to the land of hypocracy lately, voicing my opinion on hot topics on social media. It&#8217;s something that usually drives me crazy and I&#8217;ve passingly complained about myself, but these days of being more comfortable in my skin and wanting to make my world&nbsp;<em>and</em> yours a better place have changed my mind. I&#8217;ve always noticed and mentioned that the older people get, the more comfortable they are voicing their opinions. Older and wiser, right? I just had to correct myself as I accidentally typed &#8220;wider&#8221; first, but sometimes that&#8217;s true as well&#8230;but that&#8217;s a whole separate post about comfortability&nbsp;y&#8217;all.</p> <p>I&#8217;ve been sharing #blacklivesmatter posts. I&#8217;ve seen them in previous times of turmoil and didn&#8217;t really understand them myself. Maybe I wasn&#8217;t listening to the right people yet, but this time I am. Before I thought it was enough to say that #alllivesmatter, because unity and peace and love and we&#8217;re all human and let&#8217;s make this world a better place for everyone. But I didn&#8217;t really understand the meaning behind the&nbsp;movement.&nbsp;</p> <p class="p1">Before I start too much hashtagging and talking about the differences between the #alllivesmatter and #blacklivesmatter movements, know that I understand this is not our only problem in this country or in this world. But right now, the conversation is about this. And the older I get, the more I realize that remaining silent on important issues is just as bad as taking the wrong side publicly. So hear me and try to understand what I mean, and what most everyone else means, when we say&nbsp;#blacklivesmatter.&nbsp;</p> <p class="p1">All of this to say, I&rsquo;ve been listening. I don&rsquo;t watch television and I have trouble relating to friends who are obsessed with dramatic reality shows or stream entire seasons of a television series in a matter of days. I&rsquo;ll tell you where my addiction lies: reading comments and articles galore. It&rsquo;s unhealthy and can get obsessive, but I can&rsquo;t stop. I&rsquo;m fascinated by what people think and what they are willing to say while hiding behind a keyboard. I read things from people who agree with me on topics, and people who are on the opposing side, and everyone in between. There&rsquo;s a reason I almost was a psych major. It pulls me in, and I&rsquo;ve wanted to scream all the things to all the people for years. <span class="caps">STOP</span> <span class="caps">IT</span>. <span class="caps">STOP</span> <span class="caps">SAYING</span> <span class="caps">THINGS</span> <span class="caps">TO</span> <span class="caps">PEOPLE</span> (<em>real people</em>) <span class="caps">THAT</span> <span class="caps">YOU</span> <span class="caps">WOULDN</span>&rsquo;T <span class="caps">SAY</span> <span class="caps">TO</span> <span class="caps">THEIR</span> <span class="caps">FACES</span>. <span class="caps">STOP</span>. But the reality is, some people would say horrible things in person. These people just aren&rsquo;t nice, period. It isn&rsquo;t because they&rsquo;re liberal hippies or uptight conservatives or because of their skin color or gender or sexual orientation or <span class="caps">WHATEVER</span> <span class="caps">ELSE</span>. It&rsquo;s because they&rsquo;re not good people. And nothing you type is going to change&nbsp;that.</p> <p class="p1">What I&rsquo;m hearing from my friends and acquaintances who are open-minded and loving - people of all backgrounds, y&rsquo;all - is that enough is enough. Racism is still a problem in this country. That&rsquo;s it. Let&rsquo;s change this because it has to be changed. Talk about it with each other, but I mean actually talk. Don&rsquo;t just blurt out your opinion and insist that you&rsquo;re right. Be able to look someone in the eye and say, &ldquo;I hear you. I understand what you&rsquo;re saying. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me and for listening to mine.&rdquo; Everyone deserves that kind of respect.&nbsp;Everyone.&nbsp;</p> <p class="p1">Black lives matter <span class="caps">TOO</span>. That is what this movement is about. I in no way think police officers are all corrupt entitled people who have god complexes. I realize that some people who are treated less than fairly may have done something to make people of authority feel threatened. Yes, all lives do matter. I&#8217;m here to ask you to open your mind. Listen to the people who can tell you their real fears. Black people who have experienced them, white people who try to understand those fears but will never know what it feels like to actually experience them, or any person of any race who can tell you what it&rsquo;s like to be anything but white. Whether you believe there&rsquo;s a problem in this country with race, put yourself in someone else&rsquo;s shoes and try to understand their real fears and feelings without judging. That&rsquo;s all I&rsquo;m&nbsp;asking.&nbsp;</p> <p class="p1">If you&rsquo;re afraid to talk about it because you&rsquo;re worried you might say the wrong thing, or offend someone, or maybe because you don&rsquo;t even have a black friend or acquaintance to talk to about this and you&rsquo;d like to&hellip;just start the discussion somewhere, in some way. Just be real and honest and open and understanding, as much as you can. And know that staying silent about anything that&rsquo;s wrong in this world really does allow it to keep happening. If we just laugh it off and pretend it isn&rsquo;t as bad as others are making it out to be, I promise you that it&rsquo;s worse in places you aren&rsquo;t seeing it. And it&rsquo;s much easier now for those stories to be made public. Listen to them, and remember that you&rsquo;re listening to things that are happening to other <em>humans</em>. No matter what they look like. Humans, you guys. Be&nbsp;human.</p> <p class="p1">And because I can&#8217;t post anything without a photo, also please remember this. Racism is taught and learned. If you insist on teaching it to your children, consciously or not, don&#8217;t you dare teach it to mine. That&#8217;s where I can&#8217;t keep a calm and level head, guys. This kid will like you and play with you no matter what color your tongue is. As long as you&#8217;re kind. And fun. :)&nbsp;<br /><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9860_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9860_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p class="p1">Also, this facebook page is all about uniting us and sharing stories of love and acceptance. Please go <a href="" target="_blank" title="Love What Matters FB">here</a> and have your heart&nbsp;warmed.</p> Wed, 13 Jul 2016 22:01:00 +0000<p>Mason James is one year old. We joined him and his pups and parents for a few snaps earlier this month. He and Ri are becoming good buddies these days, just like their parents.&nbsp;:)</p> <p style="text-align: center;">He looked so good in this hat, he didn&#8217;t even want us to photograph it. Joke&#8217;s on you kiddo, we have fast clickers on our cameras.&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9256_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9256_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0011_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0011_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">So&nbsp;big!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0035-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0035-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0064_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0064_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0059_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0059_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Hmm&#8230;now where did those knobs&nbsp;go?</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0114_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0114_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Walking has become his preferred method of mobilization these days. We had to capture those toddler steps, and the dog-nose/toddler-fingered window at the front door and diapers hanging to dry. Real life bestness right&nbsp;there.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0117_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0117_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">He&#8217;s a master&nbsp;stair-climber.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0132_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0132_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0164_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0164_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">And much-practiced in the art of closing doors and attempting to open them&nbsp;again.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0167-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0167-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">So happy in the shade on this&nbsp;afternoon!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0226_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0226_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9290_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9290_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0198_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0198_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Snapped these as Tim was telling Monica how beautiful she looked. Look at those lovey eyes.&nbsp;:)</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0248_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0248_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0256_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0256_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9329_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9329_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9399-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9399-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">This guy is going to be swimming before we know it, diving straight in when he&#8217;s&nbsp;able!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0332_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0332_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0361_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0361_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Sleepy hugs when we got back home. The sweetest thing! And is there anything better than smoosh face? Not much.&nbsp;:)</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0393_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0393_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Goodness we love you guys so many tons! Thanks for letting us snap these&nbsp;up!</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Hugs <span class="amp">&amp;</span> love,<br /><span class="caps">JA</span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">M</span>&nbsp;</p> Wed, 29 Jun 2016 19:02:05 +0000 didn't expect<p>I stood in his doorway from 3:00 a.m. until 3:45 a.m. With patience. Kindness. The best combination of soft and firm, mentally and physically (I&#8217;ve been working out y&#8217;all). Feeling inspired. <em>Proud</em>,&nbsp;even.</p> <p>That last one I did expect, but not so early in this little experiment, and I didn&#8217;t feel it for the reasons I thought I would. Riley actually woke up at 2:05 this morning. Frustrated because he was alone, and probably a little afraid. And a lot of stubborn. He didn&#8217;t want to go back to sleep without one of us. Yes, he knows he can do it when it isn&#8217;t the middle of the night. When you&#8217;re in the thick of things though, you process things differently. This morning he refused to even <em>try</em> to go to sleep without me there, even though we&#8217;ve discussed it for days and more days and during the day he&#8217;s excited to try it. Probably because we gave him a gold doubloon that he can keep if he goes back to sleep without us, and earn a new toy if he still has it in the&nbsp;morning.</p> <p>There was some back-and-forth reassuring talk between us through his monitor before he got upset enough to climb out of his bed and come into our room at 2:30.&nbsp;<span style="line-height: 18.2px;">The typical bathroom trip and drink of water requests were made and allowed.</span><span style="line-height: 18.2px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">I assured him he had his stuffies to comfort him and get back to sleep, and even his loofah (he uses it to tickle his arm). I tucked him in repeatedly. He assured me that he wasn&#8217;t getting back to sleep without </span><em style="line-height: 1.4;">me</em><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> tickling his arm. He didn&#8217;t care about losing his gold doubloon. We were both very convincing to ourselves, but not each other. It was a fight of which one of us was more stubborn than the other that resulted in a compromise. I</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">&nbsp;stood there in his doorway instead of sitting on his bed or the &#8220;green chair&#8221; rocker as we&#8217;ve done in the past. I&#8217;m slowly inching further away each night. Eventually I&#8217;ll stand outside his door where he can&#8217;t see me but he can hear me. Then go to my own room where if I need to I can let him hear my voice through his monitor. Maybe by then I&#8217;ll have purchased <a href="" target="_blank" title="Go the F to Sleep">this book</a> to give ourselves a giggle. But for now, I&#8217;m cool, calm, collected. And&nbsp;happy.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">So yes. I&#8217;m standing in his doorway. Admiring how tan I looked in the dimmed light of his lamp and wondering why all light can&#8217;t be this forgiving. Thinking how this is an excellent opportunity to practice better posture now that I&#8217;m strengthening the rest of me. Knowing that there&#8217;s no way I&#8217;m geting back to sleep before 5am and being at peace with that. Even smiling about it. I&#8217;m not even bothered by the fact that I&#8217;m standing in the doorway of this not-so-tiny cuddly creature who&#8217;s used me as his lovey for his entire life. In fact, I&#8217;m happy that I can talk to him about what we&#8217;re doing and even in the early morning hours he understands and talks to me about it&nbsp;too.</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9688 copy.jpg" title="JAM-9688 copy.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">And then I thought: Who is this person standing in this kid&#8217;s doorway? This mom!?<br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">We have so many ideas of who we are and what we&#8217;ll do in certain situations, but until you&#8217;re there? It&#8217;s usually a best-guess scenario. You have expectations, sure.&nbsp;</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">But everyone knows expectations are only that. If one little thing happens differently than you thought it would, enter the butterfly effect. Chaos theory. Change one tiny thing and the outcome can be drastically different. I didn&#8217;t expect to be standing in the doorway of my toddler&#8217;s room for 45 minutes (a very long time to be standing still in wee morning hours) waiting for him to go to sleep and&nbsp;</span><em style="line-height: 1.4;">feel happy</em><span style="line-height: 1.4;">&nbsp;while doing so. But there I was doing it while also mentally compiling a list of things I never expected, or doubted would happen. And <em>feeling pride</em> in recognizing that because of those things, even the negative ones, I am who I am. I&#8217;ve learned more patience and flexibility and forgiveness because of these things. Here is my list of unexpecteds that kept running through my mind as I stood there waiting for this adorable boy&#8217;s eyes to stay closed long enough to sneak&nbsp;away:</span></p> <ul> <li><span style="line-height: 1.4;">becoming a&nbsp;mom</span></li> <li>not documenting my pregnancy in the beginning because I was terrified of something happening to my baby and having too many reminders of him that might break me if he didn&#8217;t make&nbsp;it</li> <li>giving birth without any&nbsp;drugs</li> <li>feeling so simultaneously connected and lonely as a new&nbsp;mom</li> <li>difficulties with friendships after becoming a&nbsp;mom</li> <li>the &#8220;mama bear&#8221; mentality I&#8217;ve had since learning I was&nbsp;pregnant</li> <li>the physical and mental toll pregnancy has taken on my&nbsp;body</li> <li>the strength I&#8217;ve found despite those tolls - in myself and from loved&nbsp;ones</li> </ul> <div><span style="line-height: 18.2px;">Apparently my mind works in overdrive when I&#8217;m <a href="" target="_blank">in the shower</a> or when I&#8217;m awake before most of the rest of the world.</span></div> <div>I&#8217;ve started probably seventeen blog posts trying to talk about these things and more, but haven&#8217;t felt like I&#8217;ve gotten out what I wanted to say. Now that we&#8217;re &#8220;sleep training,&#8221; and I&#8217;m one of those people who&#8217;s wide awake the second I&#8217;m awakened in the middle of the night, it looks like I&#8217;ll have more opportunities to write about these things. That&#8217;s something I&#8217;ll look forward to during this process. And you know what? I didn&#8217;t expect that either.&nbsp;</div> <div>&nbsp;</div> <div>If you&#8217;d like to check in every so often and read about my stories and even share your own, I&#8217;d love that. And now, good Monday to you all.</div> Mon, 06 Jun 2016 18:50:26 +0000 But Thieves | MuteMath | Cat's Cradle<p style="text-align: center;">I&#8217;ve been out of the professional photography world for a couple of years now, but as soon as I heard <a href="" target="_blank" title="MM">MuteMath</a> was coming back to Cat&#8217;s Cradle I knew I had to get a photo pass. I hadn&#8217;t photographed a band since 2009 when they played in Charlotte. Out of practice but so damn excited to photograph my favorite band, I had no clue I&#8217;d also fall for their opening&nbsp;act.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">The show was February 12<span class='ord'>th</span> 2016, and the opener was <a href="" target="_blank" title="NBT">Nothing But Thieves</a>. I&#8217;d heard some sweet things about lead singer Conor&#8217;s range and a few comparisons to Matt Bellamy from Muse were thrown out from other Mute fans who&#8217;d seen the show the night before. Amazingly for them, they just started opening for Muse this&nbsp;week!</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5486-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5486-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Damn was I blown away by these boys from England. Their <a href="" target="_blank" title="NBT iTunes">debut self-titled album</a> has been on heavy rotation in this house and I have a different song of theirs happily stuck in my head daily. I fall in love with an incredible voice, but if you can rock out on stage with some great songs too? I&#8217;m&nbsp;done.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5438_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5438_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">These guys know what I&#8217;m talking about. They sang every song at the top of their lungs, and it didn&#8217;t go unnoticed by the band. I didn&#8217;t photograph <span class="caps">NBT</span> as much as I now wish I had, since I wanted to pay attention without a camera on my face stealing my focus. Now I&#8217;m watching their tour schedules for life hoping to catch them again when I can sing along like this&nbsp;too.&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5471_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5471_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5428_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5428_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5475_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5475_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5484_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5484_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5532_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5532_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">No shit, I&#8217;m an instant fan girl and cannot stop with these guys. I have a serious new band crush/obsession for the first time in&nbsp;years.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5497-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5497-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5528-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5528-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I doubt anyone will ever knock MuteMath off my #1 list of favorites, but these thieves are holding some kind of top 5 ranking on the immediate. Pretty impressive. And now for much scrolling because damn I took a lot of MuteMath photos. Also thankfully I&#8217;m at a point where I can enjoy their show with a camera on my face&nbsp;<em>and&nbsp;</em>sing all the songs at the top of my lungs. They get better with every show, though I&#8217;ve lost count of how many times I&#8217;ve seen them. I think was my 7<span class='ord'>th</span> show since seeing them for the first time in 2006 in this same spot. Whatever the number, they&#8217;re still kicking ass. See for yourself, and check their latest album, <a href="" target="_blank" title="MuteMath iTunes">Vitals</a>,&nbsp;too.&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;">The intro to Mute shows never&nbsp;disappoint.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5557_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5557_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I would like to note that the gal who tried writing a love note to Todd was interrupted by security and almost thrown out for writing on the setlist. I only tell you this to defend what looks like poor grammar. The &#8220;To&#8221; was supposed to say &#8220;Todd.&#8221;&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5533_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5533_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">The lighting setup for this show is beast. I was most excited to listen and dance, but was a bit nervous about my photography skills with their sick-ass lights. I worried more about settings than composition, but am still loving the images I brought home, and more importantly the moments they take me back to when I look at&nbsp;them.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5781_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5781_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5767_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5767_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5785_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5785_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I giggled with our (talented and super sweet) photographer friend <a href="" target="_blank" title="KAC">Kristen</a>&nbsp;about how nervous I was to be fan-girling and photographing our favorites, and how happy I was to be so close to the guys that I&#8217;d be photographing straight up Paul&#8217;s nose. So I had to go&nbsp;literal.&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5654_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5654_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5878_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5878_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5828_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5828_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5865-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5865-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">The bird is the&nbsp;word.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5912_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5912_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5915_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5915_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-5993-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-5993-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Darren&#8217;s drum show never&nbsp;disappoints&#8230;</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6077 (1)_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6077 (1)_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6098_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6098_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Darren pulled some front-row folks onto the stage to wear some kickass percussion gloves. Basically he played by high-fiving them while they wore the gloves. Talk about an amazing fan&nbsp;experience!</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6139_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6139_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6199_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6199_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Normally if I&#8217;m shooting I move around the stage a bit, but the Cradle was packed front to back and I really enjoyed my spot. Especially knowing how likely it is for the band to hop into the crowd at any time. Hi&nbsp;Paul!</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6222-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6222-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6253-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6253-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Getting high in so many ways at this show (all legal y&#8217;all, all&nbsp;legal).</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6283_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6283_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">The lighted mattress experience is amazing every time, even though Paul was tossed from it at our show. He was lovingly caught thank goodness, and uninjured as far as we&nbsp;know.</p> <p style="text-align: left;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-6298_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-6298_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I&#8217;ll end this long post as briefly as possibly, but just want to say this about music: Today (weeks after this show took place) was a hard day to adult/parent in our house. Some days just are for so many varying reasons. But I played some music from all of these guys while Riley (now 2 1/2 and very picky about what music he listens to) ate his lunch at the table. Not only did I catch him dancing to it, but when I turned it down to talk to him he then asked me to turn it up &#8220;super loud again please Mommy.&#8221; And that&#8217;s how I know I&#8217;m winning at parenting&nbsp;today.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Love <span class="amp">&amp;</span> hugs <span class="amp">&amp;</span> sweet music in your&nbsp;ears.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">~m.</p> Thu, 03 Mar 2016 23:01:00 +0000<p>What in the world is it about being in a bathroom that can sometimes make people incredibly productive? I know this isn&#8217;t just me, guys. My productive thinking happens in the shower. I won&#8217;t get too detailed here, but we have more than one friend who is most productive when doing other bathroom-related things. Let&#8217;s just say that thought-dumping happens in there (poop joke) for many of&nbsp;us.</p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9077_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9077_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9083_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9083_WEB.jpg" /><br /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Maybe it&#8217;s because the bathroom is one place where no matter where you are, you go there for a specific purpose. There&#8217;s room for thoughts to fill your head as you&#8217;re doing whatever business you came to do habitually. I was laughing with Jordan the other day because every time I get in the shower, I curse myself for not putting the waterproof case on my phone. Because inevitably, I always think of at least seven different things I want to write about, or have defining conversations in my head with people that I&#8217;d never have in real life and get shit figured out about them and about me. A lot of discovery is done during my shower, and if I don&#8217;t take note of the things pouring out of my mind, those thoughts seem to wash right down the drain with my way-too-expensive shampoo and conditioner. (My dad is a hairdresser. I&#8217;m very particular about my products.) So I&#8217;ve started keeping a stool next to our shower with my phone resting on top. I grab it at least once but usually three or four times to pour a list of topics into my Day One app so I remember what the hell I was&nbsp;thinking.&nbsp;</span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0051 (1)_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0051 (1)_WEB.jpg" /></span></p> <p><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-2097_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-2097_WEB.jpg" /><br /></span></p> <p>So here begins the shower log blog. The thing that&#8217;s been crossing my mind for years now is one that I&#8217;ve read, word for word, on other blogs/posts/whatevers: <em>Why would anyone want to read what I have to say?</em> What worth do my words have? What could I possibly write about that hasn&#8217;t already been written about elsewhere? If everyone who had these doubting thoughts let said thoughts stop them from writing, there would be a hell of a lot of good content lost. So here I am, sharing the beginning of my randomosities. And I&#8217;ll tell you why, as briefly as I&nbsp;can.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9698_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9698_WEB.jpg" style="line-height: 1.4;" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-4548_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-4548_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p>A friend once told me about the idea that you are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. Google tells me this idea is entrepreneur/motivational speaker Jim Rohn&#8217;s. That&#8217;s cool, Jim, and I mostly agree with you. Of course, I factor who I am innately in there too. But when it comes down to it, I&#8217;m always affected by who and what I surround myself with. Everything from who I hang out with, what I watch on tv/other screens, who I follow on social media. It all affects my mood and my thought process. On social media, I follow a lot of very inspirational people who share the same kind of positive thoughts I tend to have, and shit on a lot of the same negative ones I&#8217;ve had (more poop jokes, I&#8217;ve got &#8216;em). I like anyone who can be real and still hold things in a positive light while also acknowledging but trying to squash negativity. Does that make sense? Anyway my thing is, I tend to be a lurker there. I read a lot, and only really comment when I feel like I could be of help to someone else who&#8217;s asked for help. But sometimes, reading just one relatable post turns my whole day around for good. So, if I can shower you all with some random thoughts that might help you in some way, I&#8217;m down with that. Or should I say I&#8217;m up for that? Yeah, I&#8217;m up for that. Positives, y&#8217;all. The shower&#8217;s on, the pressure is high but oh so nice, and it might even get a little bit steamy at times. Join me if you will. On this blog I mean.&nbsp;Right.</p> <p>~m.</p> <p>&nbsp;<img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9598-1_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9598-1_WEB.jpg" style="line-height: 1.4;" /></p> Tue, 05 Jan 2016 21:43:00 +0000 you/me<p>It&#8217;s been about three years now since Jordan and I have shot regularly for our photography business. In those three days-are-long-but-years-are-short years, life has changed in so many ways. I was pregnant and sick for what felt like a year, then nursing for what felt like five. Jordan went from teaching to entering the world of tech, and I went from running around with client kids with a camera to running around with my own kiddo with that same camera. Family became a more sacred thing in our minds and hearts. We&#8217;ve been through some shit in our own relationship and in a friendship or two, and have come out stronger on the other side of it. And there&#8217;s this imperfectly perfect little being consuming almost every bit of our time, running around our house (or &#8220;flying&#8221; if you ask the plane-obsessed being himself) and over every inch of our hearts, into spaces and edges I didn&#8217;t even know were&nbsp;available.</p> <p>Said being is in the toddler stage of figuring out pronouns. He currently calls himself either by his own name in third person (pronounced &#8220;Riwey&#8221;) or &#8220;you,&#8221; as he hears us saying that to him quite a bit. I&#8217;ve been putting a lot of focus on &#8220;you&#8221; these last three years. Figuring out who you are, taking care of you, asking you what you need. And by &#8220;you,&#8221; I really mean&nbsp;<em>me.&nbsp;</em>While navigating ourselves through these new roles and in our relationships, there&#8217;s a lot of emphasis on taking care of ourselves. That&#8217;s important, but I want Riley to understand how to also care for others. Kindness and compassion are at the top of a list of traits I want to instill in him. There&#8217;s a balance that has to be found in taking care of yourself and others. Honestly, at almost 34 I&#8217;m still trying to figure out that&nbsp;balance.&nbsp;</p> <p>I started writing these first two paragraphs in October of 2015. Going back, I realize the next sentence I need to write is, &#8220;I&#8217;ll likely be figuring out that balance for the rest of my life.&#8221; I have a small list of topics I want to write about, if for no other reason that getting the thoughts out of my brain. A few folks I know personally have shown interest in these little musings I blog on or photo-caption with, so I think this space will be good for sharing at least a handful of new posts this year. I don&#8217;t really do resolutions since as soon as I admit I have a goal I&#8217;m less likely to chase it (I know, it&#8217;s ridiculous), so let&#8217;s just say I&#8217;ll get to these posts when I get to them. And we&#8217;ll see what happens. For now I&#8217;ll have a little fun re-designing this space so it reflects how I&#8217;m feeling these days. And wouldn&#8217;t you know, I have a few images to share with you too. Poor little neglected blog of&nbsp;ours.</p> <p>I&#8217;m in the middle of another 365 project, where I take at least one photo every day with a legit I&#8217;m-still-a-professional-photographer camera. I just scrolled through the last few months to try and find images that really grab me to share here. I&#8217;m always drawn to bright light, color, love and laughs (or just meaningful connection in general, in some way), and the photo&#8217;s location. Nostalgia plays a big part there. Anyway, I need to be taking more of those for this project. Goals,&nbsp;y&#8217;all.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">This one here was taken by Jordan/Daddy at Wrightsville Beach. One of our favorite places, with one of my favorite smiles, and some favorite&nbsp;colors.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-9381_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9381_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">The blues all around, and again the location, grab me here. We&#8217;re building a home in Wilmington (well you know, we aren&#8217;t, but we have some <a href="" target="_blank" title="Ellison Building Company">really amazing people</a> building it for us after a <a href="" target="_blank" title="Kevin Pfirman">really amazing architect</a> took things we love and made a spectacular plan for it), and this dock is going to one day be home to a boat. And possibly a jet ski. Dreams, guys. We&#8217;ve got&nbsp;&#8216;em.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-4220_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-4220_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">We&#8217;re overdue for another shot here. This is one of our oaks on our Wilmington property. Our land has had a few names: Serenity Point (that&#8217;s the road name), The Cove Dwelling/The Cove (our architect, Kevin&#8217;s name for our home), and Camp Shamp (also Kevin&#8217;s&nbsp;idea).</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-1275-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-1275-2_WEB.jpg" style="line-height: 1.4;" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">The eyes. The water. That and a lot of love are all I really have for this image. It speaks for&nbsp;itself.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-1215_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-1215_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">I can&#8217;t even exactly place what it is here. The green of the trees, us being in the mountains where we met, our sleepy-eyed kiddo. I love it&nbsp;all.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0613-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0613-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Our little flyer, flying by the guest room of our Wilmington house. That sun on the tippy top of the tree that will so soon be spilling into windows of our very own home at the coast. Dreams are made of this right&nbsp;here.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-0349_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-0349_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">New Year&#8217;s Eve afternoon. 2015 at its very end. Bowtie tee and cottage cheese lips. And my goodness, those eyes&nbsp;again.</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-original" src="" alt="JAM-2048-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-2048-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;">Here&#8217;s to a fantastically wonderful, appropriately productive new year,&nbsp;guys.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">~<span class="caps">JA</span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">M</span></p> Fri, 01 Jan 2016 22:17:00 +0000 Years Old<p>When I was pregnant with Riley, time mostly seemed to crawl. I wanted to meet the little soul in my big belly, so very badly. I also wanted to be able to eat something other than plain grilled chicken, cheese, and pb&amp;j. I didn&#8217;t mind the sugar cravings so much.&nbsp;;)&nbsp;</p> <p>Well, as soon as labor started time rushed by and only seems to go by faster. We all beg time to slow down, but really? Two is incredibly fun, even when Ri has his &#8220;terrible&#8221; moments (which most of the time, when I&#8217;m not exhausted, are actually cute). I love finding out more about who he is as a little person. He has the best damn personality you guys. When we had his first birthday film made and I nervously agreed to be on camera talking about what I want for Riley, I think I said the word &#8220;kind&#8221; at least 27 times. But you guys, that&#8217;s him to the&nbsp;core.</p> <p>If Ri is eating anything, you will be offered a bite. If he has a toy that he is amazed by, he has to let you try it. If he wakes up and tells you he&#8217;s happy in the morning, you better believe he&#8217;ll ask if you&#8217;re happy too. And he waits for your answer too - he really does want to know. It&#8217;s the most genuine &#8220;How are you?&#8221; I&#8217;ve ever&nbsp;heard.&nbsp;</p> <p>Here are a few birthday images from this week. He&#8217;s looking quite grown these days, don&#8217;t you&nbsp;think?</p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3353-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3353-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-9010_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-9010_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3367-2_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3367-2_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-8995_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-8995_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3423_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3423_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3485_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3485_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3466_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3466_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3519_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3519_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3615_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3615_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3645_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3645_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p><img class="fj-Photo fj-large" src="" alt="JAM-3655_WEB.jpg" title="JAM-3655_WEB.jpg" /></p> <p>~jaM</p> Fri, 14 Aug 2015 17:08:43 +0000