Style + Design

My childrens' parents' bedroom...

Between this vase which sits on one side of our bedroom, and our bed on the other, lies a floor engulfed in laundry, toys and broken crayons. Somewhere, amidst the clutter, are snapshots of a grown-up's room.

If you search the Internet for ways to display childrens' art or displaying childrens' art, you'll probably find that the technique, photographed below, is not represented on the webbertubes. Until now.

Whitney, having had it uptohere with her mom's inability to properly display her art (she doesn't count the refrigerator door), took matters into her own hands and when I wasn't looking, found some packaging tape, a pair of sharp scissors and judging from the height of the highest drawings on the wall, a tall ladder.

Also, in putting this post together I discovered a little something, thanks to my camera lens:

Starting today, I thought it would be fun to give you a week’s worth of tidbits and glimpses into our home. (But don’t get to excited, it’s not like I’m going to show you what we keep under our bed. That’s for me to know and the bedskirt to hide.)

Today, I wanted to show you how I store some of the kids’ most daily read books. See here? I used the baby doll crib they haven’t played with since last Christmas morning. That baby doll crib was unwrapped, then I think someone set a doll inside it and then the last thing I remember is jamming it into the back of a closet so I’d stop tripping on it.

Also, recently, the only books Heidi and Whitney will let us read to them must end in alicious; Pinkalicious, Purplelicious, Goldalicious or any other book covered in a shade of princess.

Any success I’ve had photographing my kids can be attributed to the fact that I take a lot, A LOT, of shots. It’s really key. And now that everything is digital, I can freely shoot to my little heart’s content because I don’t have to worry about reloading film or paying for developing.

Plus, when I’m finished shooting, I can just delete all the closed eyes, back-of-the-head shots. Or, I can do what I normally do and hoard every photo I’ve ever taken. I wish I were kidding.

Seriously, whenever I upload photos to my online storage, I swear the server rolls its eyes. Just like Ben does when we’re leaving on a trip and he sees the number of suitcases I’ve packed. I mean, what? Don’t roll your eyes! Who KNOWS what I’ll feel like wearing in four days. Does that make me a bad person?

Fine, I’m a terrible human being, whatever, moving on. ...Continue Reading »