Saturday, June 30, 2007
M.....
Would you stop growing already.....my goodness.... I love you so much and wish you were here each and every day!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Meet Maddax...
And his mom. We had quite a time getting this little guy to sleep but when we did it was worth it!!! What a beautiful beautiful baby! Thank you for letting me photograph him!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Manti morning.....
Love the way the sun is coming up behind the Temple... enjoy your day Josalyn & Daniel.
Skirts skirts skirts....
As promised here are the new skirts...... from left to right they are sizes 4/5, 3/4, 4/5, and 1/2.... Skirts are each unique and truly one of a kind. They have over 3 yards of tulle in each!! $65.00 each plus shipping!!! Contact me for information on purchasing these at kellybennettphotography@yahoo.com
Dad...
He is such a good dad.... Our kids are all so lucky. I think little miss S is giving me a little scowl here. I just love their connection.
There is a door...
this reminded me so much of M's passage from being my "little" boy to my big boy. They grow up so fast.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Lemons.......
What a wonderful wonderful day...... I have been so excited for this wedding.. Katie & Kalan are not only clients but have become wonderful friends. Thank you Stace for flying in from Canada to help me!! I couldnt have done it without you!!!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wisdom great essay...
by Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves.
Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now.
Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, all grown obsolete.
Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr.
Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants:
average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China.
Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine.
He can walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistake were made. They have all been enshrined in the, "Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language,mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, "What did you get wrong?". (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away withoutpicking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night.
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves.
Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now.
Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, all grown obsolete.
Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr.
Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants:
average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China.
Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine.
He can walk, too.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistake were made. They have all been enshrined in the, "Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language,mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, "What did you get wrong?". (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away withoutpicking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night.
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Sneek peek for the Christensen's....
Your pictures are almost done!!! Thank you so much for letting me photograph your family!
My first hero canvas arrived....
What an amazing tribute to such a hero!! This is a Jessica Dittmer designed canvas.. I am ordering one for each of the soldiers that I am having the opportunity to photograph. They say "I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him"
Jeff we are so proud!
Jeff we are so proud!
Gotta love these tights!!!
And her chubby cheeks & rolls.... catching up on some proofing!! Meet Kenadee!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Trying something new....
Love the light... love the sky. Love this second picture as I have a photo of me and my dad that looks very similar to this. Makes me remember being a child.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Mine all mine.....
Two of the four that complete my heart... S is still so tiny & yet so loud. She lets you know she is in the room. M is intense.... so me. She is my reason. She is my saving grace. I will always thank her. Being a mom has found me.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Jill & Walker...
What a beautiful day, what a beautiful wedding. Thank you both so much for letting me be a part of your big day!! Here's a few proofs to tide you over :)
Saturday, June 2, 2007
First wedding of the season is tonight...
and I can hardly wait!! The weather is very warm and humid~ but pleasantly overcast... Perfect for pictures!!! This is going to be the month of weddings!!! One every Saturday this month. Should make for some crazy proofing hours!!! Wish me luck!!!
Look who's one!!!
Little Miss Piper you are such a doll.... what a little personality you have!! I had fun taking your picture and watching you with your cake! Happy Birthday honey!!!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Meet Brandi...
Meet baby Aria.....
I love love newborns!!!! Had to give Tamra & Jarvis a sneek peek at their pictures~ I sure hope you guys love them!
Beautiful bride to be...
Katie was so much fun!!!! What a trooper, we went from town to town to town searching out the right light and the best locations!!! I think I am almost as excited as her for her big day!!!! Thank you Katie!!!
Look who's blogging.......
little old me... now lets see if I can figure this all out and keep up to date on it :)
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