Wednesday, September 24, 2014

4 Months New

If you've been counting, and I'm sure you have (because I'm sure you have time to calculate the age of every living child), then you know that today marks the 4th month of my son's life!


I know, you're probably wondering what I'm doing- I am not one of those moms that takes pictures with a stuffed animal at each milestone.  I wish I was.  But, alas, I am not.

In fact, on this day, I am posting my son's 3 month pictures.  Which, to be honest, is actually pretty good for my own family portraits.  I have pictures of my kids from YEARS back that have yet to be edited.  My husband is constantly teasing me- telling me I'm the plumber with leaky pipes.  I totally am.

But, here's the thing.  After I spend hours editing another lovely session, all I want to do is SPEND TIME with my family, not look at them on a screen.  As beautiful as their pictures are, the real thing is RIGHT in front of me.  And, Kenton's double chin will not be so doubly cute forever.  He will grow, and if I'm nose-deep in my computer, looking at the 2D version, I will miss it.

So, I'll take the leaky pipes.  Leaky pipes, to me, equal a mom who is spending time doing much more worth-while things.

However, sometimes the stars align, and I get to do both.  For those of you who don't get to see the real-life 3D version, here is my sweet Kenton:

Those eyes.  They make my heart melt!  They are just the perfect shade of blue.  Gush, I know totally biased and obsessed mom over here!

Have I mentioned my TOTAL obsession with antique clothing?  Or my latest obsession with IG shopping- it's horrible, don't even start!  Well, these loves collided with this vintage romper and I'm obsessed!  For $2 I got this beautiful piece delivered to my door!  EEEK!  

If you're wondering how you can get fab pieces, follow my new instagram: @lookyloostyle.  I will be posting fabulous finds, great deals, and even selling some of the portrait-worthy dubs from my own family!

I know I gushed about his eyes, but really, my most favorite thing about Kent is his nose.  Random, I know!  But, it's just so cute and has the perfect and turns up at such a cute angle.  

A typical day in Kenton's life: kissed, cuddled and loved on to no end!  Each of my other children is just as obsessed as me.  From the moment he wakes up to the second those lids shut, someone is canoodling this sweet baby.  And he wouldn't have it any other way!  Kent LOVES to look deeply into our eyes and tell us all of his deepest darkest secrets.  

I'm sorry for the lack of faces.  We did not steal the mannequins from Old Navy, those are the girls we are fostering.  I am hoping, at some point to adopt them- then you will get your fill of their beautiful faces!!  Until then, I have to keep you guessing! ;)

I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my life and my little man!!  

Have a wonderful day and be sure to check back in later this week for another Senior Session!  

Here's Looking at YOU!


Monday, September 15, 2014

Awesome Ashley

Hello Friends!!

Senior Season is wrapping up, and I'm over here like "oh ya, I shot an amazing rep shoot!"

I didn't want to slide completely out of Senior Season without showing you the magic that happened that day.  There was pampering, presents, hair, make-up and photographs- there were TONS of photographs!  

Here is Ashley.  She is smart, beautiful, and- good with children?  It's not what you're thinking!  As part of her class, Ashley helps run a preschool!  A preschool that MY kids attend!  That was where I met Ashley- a sweet smile and kind hello, EVERYDAY.  I remember wondering, "wow, there really are people who are happy EVERY day!"  I was so excited to work with her and capture that wonderful smile on camera.  

What do you think?!

Hair/Make-up by the talented Jessica Munoz of Twist Studio Spa
Styling by Cindy McCauley
Sign (in pond) by Sign, Sealed & Delivered
Jeweled Hair Accessory by 3 Little Birds Boutique

Thank you for stopping by!!  Be sure and show some love on our fan page if you liked what you saw!!

See you right back here later this week for the final installment of my Senior Rep Trio!


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Stunning Shanna

Well, here we are AGAIN!

If you're wondering, my last post was about my birth story- FOUR MONTHS AGO.

Yeah, well, let's just say blogging is not among my most notable talents.

Alas, I am here now and ready to show you the pure gorgeousness that was our LookyLoo Senior 2015 Rep shoot this year!

First up, Shanna.

Stats:  Hair/Makeup by Jessica Munoz of Twist Studio
           Styling by Cindy McCauley of Looky Loo Photography
           Location Harmony, CA

She is not only beautiful, but amazing talented and smart.  She plays the piano beautifully, dreams of becoming a Dr one day, and keeps herself busy with an array of extra-curricular activities.

Basically, the perfect Senior!  ;)

Isn't she fabulous?!?

Thank you, Shanna for being one of my 2015 Reps!  If you would like gorgeous LookyLoo photos like these, find Shanna and ask her for one of her rep cards!  You will receive $20 and a free 8x10 print!  

Until next time, my friends!
Here's Looking at YOU!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust! A Baby Story

My Baby Story.

In my world, I learn lessons in the most peculiar ways, at the most interesting times and from just about anyone.  Even a teeny tiny little baby.

This story starts, as most do, at the beginning.  There I was: four kids under 5 (go ahead, read that line again), a husband in grad school, and in the middle of busy season.  That's when I realized the nausea combined with extreme hunger in the middle of the night was not just inconvenient, it was a sign.  I was pregnant.  

Awesome.  One year prior, I would have given anything to be pregnant.  Anything.  At this point, however, the only words that ran through my mind were this:

(frantically, at a full scream... shrill, even)

Panicked, I thought of all of the reasons this was impossible.  I counted out the months and came to a due date that was completely inconceivable.  It landed our baby right in the middle of my brother's wedding, smack dab in the mess of my husbands last few weeks of grad school, and other horrifically unreasonable circumstances that I hadn't even thought of yet.

So, Why?

Fast forward a few months, second quarter of grad school, still knee-deep in toddler mayhem.  My husband took a 3-month internship in San Francisco.  SAN FRANCISCO.  Yeah, why not?  So, my 6-month pregnant self was now expected to take care of our crazy crew and be hopelessly pregnant BY MYSELF 5 days a week.  All that ran through my mind was:

(I know, I'm pathetic)

As the time approached for this sweet baby boy to be born, I tangled in constant arguments civil disagreements with my OB about the upcoming arrival.  He thought I should put my baby-having on hold while he went on vacation, most likely sentencing me to a C-section.  What did I think?

(I know, I know, people do it all the time- but, keep in mind, I had 4 other children to care for as my husband was knee-deep in homework and research, we had to move, oh, and I was in a crazy adoption battle- long recovery was not something I could foresee working out for me)

As I've mentioned before, I am an avid Grey's Anatomy watcher... AKA DR McCauley.  When the world turns it's back on me, I head to my MD roots and hit the internet.  (all medical professionals can stop cringing now, it all works out in the end).  My search field read: self-induce naturally.  
Pineapple, check
walking, check
sitting cross-legged and circling, check (hard to explain but totally works)
spicy food, check

Nothing.  All of my medical research was getting me nowhere.  In my complete desperation I tried the last thing on the list: castor oil.  If you've never added this stuff to your Jamba Juice, you're missing out.  On having a baby, that is!  I went from desperate to in labor in a matter of HOURS.  Yes, I went from complaining about not having a baby to HOLDING my baby in less than 24 hours.  When I put my mind to something, well, watch out! 

Contractions, pacing my bathroom, rushing to the hospital, epidural, blah blah blah.

So, there I was, ready to have a baby 5am.  

Still ready at 10am.

Yep, they promised me it would be today at 3pm.

Keeping in mind that not all births are the same, I ignored it as we sailed passed 13 hours, which had been my longest labor thus far.  5pm.

Surely there's a baby in there somewhere, right?  7pm.

Then, my world came to a stop.  Pain shot into my back and pretty much every part of my body.  If you missed the small print, I HAD an epidural.  Pain was not allowed, or so I thought.  As I begged for some pain meds, an explanation, ANYTHING really, the nurse informed me that my baby had situated himself in such a position that he BLOCKED the epidural.  Are you kidding me?!  I turned to my husband, and squealed:


Well, if you've seen my recent posts, I'm sure you've noticed the handsome little boy I gave birth to.  24 hours of labor, excruciating back labor at the end, but there he was at 8:30pm.
    I hate being wrong.  Hate it.  But, in this moment, I was 100% wrong.  Not only could I do it, but I wasn't half bad.  I managed to calm myself so completely between pushes that I would almost fall asleep and was so efficient at pushing that I got him out in HALF the time of my last son.  (my competitive side was thrilled)

Then, my son came out.  And every ounce of pain left my body as I laid eyes on him.

i CAN do this.

As the pain washed away, so did my fears.  

Three full days without the chaos of my life gave me time to reflect on the last nine months.  This wasn't the only situation I had been wrong about.  I had lost faith.  In myself.  I had lost trust in the plan.  There is no magical pixie dust that makes life easy or trials go away.  Sometimes we struggle through.  One day at a time.  But we do get through.  As I searched those last months, I saw strength.  I saw endurance.  I saw someone who kept going and made things happen.  

It's funny how much I worried about having a fifth child.  I worried that he would interrupt our little family, I worried that I didn't have room for him- in our home or in my heart.  

I could not have been more wrong.  Kenton wasn't a mistake, he wasn't the extra piece to an already finished puzzle.  Kenton is the glue that pieced us all together.  

As we have spent the last couple of months ooh-ing and ahh-ing over his every flinch, I have realized how more in love we are.  As a whole, our family has been brought together by this tiny little man.  

He is our pixie dust.

Sometimes we go through life not even realizing something is missing.  That's how I was 11 months ago.  There was a little man waiting to come to me, and I didn't even know then just how much I needed him, how much I already loved him.

I'm sure you can see why coming back from maternity leave has been slow for me.  I am absolutely in love, again!  

Well, here we are, at the end of my story.  A story of birth, and triumph, and, of course, love.

What do you think?  Has life ever seemed overwhelming to you?  How do you get through?

Thank you for stopping by!  


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

I Hope They Call Me on a Mission...

Every few months, I get the opportunity to do a shoot that I feel is really special.

This shoot, was one of those.

Young men and women, around the ages of 18-25, spend years preparing themselves to serve a full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

Once prepared and ready, they submit their papers to church headquarters, where the leaders of the church assign them a specific mission.  Some are overseas, some are stateside, some are service missions in their own county.  But all require a sacrifice of a significant amount of time and dedication- 18 months to 2 years, to be exact.

This young man is no exception.  He submitted his papers and was called to serve in the Bahia Blanca Argentina mission.  He reported to the MTC (mission training center) to begin learning the language and prepare himself for a life of service for 2 full years.

He is also number 2 in the line-up of my lovely Mother of 40 Somethin' from yesterday.  His older brother is also out serving a mission.

Without further ado, here is Elder Kleinman:

Best of luck, Elder Kleinman!!  

So, what did you think?!  Could you give up 2 years of your life to help others?  Especially at 18??  I am always so amazed by these young people!!  

Thank you for stopping by!!


Monday, April 21, 2014

Motherhood and Maternity, at 40 somethin'

Motherhood and Maternity
40 somethin'

So far, you've seen me post about pregnancy in her 20's, expecting the first child and pregnancy in her 30's, expecting her 5th child.

Now, is time for pregnancy in her 40's.

Expecting lucky number 9, her last child.

The mother at 40 somethin' is graceful and sure.
She has not only been here before, but has seen every stage of childhood.

From bringing home 8 boys before, to sending 2 on their way in the world,
She knows every pain, struggle and triumph motherhood holds.

The panic of motherhood has been replaced by a calm awareness,
Not because she has conquered the task, but because she has faith that her best is enough.

She knows being a mom is hard and demanding, she's tired and frustrated at times,
But she finds no other place in the world she would rather be.

With age comes experience,
With age comes peace.

Here's to a wonderful mother, expecting her first girl after 8 wonderful boys!!

Isn't she beautiful!???

What are your thoughts?  How did you feel at different ages of pregnancy?  Were you one who LOVED being pregnant, or did you find yourself yearning for the 9 months to come to an end?

Thank you for stopping by!  Stay tuned tomorrow for a follow-up on this mom as I reveal a session I did with one of her oldest sons as he prepared to leave on a two-year mission!

Have a wonderful evening!!