Three. Three. Three. Three years on this planet. In my life. It means everything and nothing. You will not start preschool at three (but hopefully you will start in July or August!). Unless pigs fly, you will not be wearing underwear for anything other than fashion, and you will not have weaned. Three is not […]Read Post ›
Birth rarely goes as we plan, and yet, it’s always perfect. I was honored to play a doula and photographer role for this couple so full of love. Their experience is still with me. Her courage. His presence and emotion. And their wise and mysterious baby boy, who I get to squeeze on Friday. Each […]Read Post ›
He’s a big boy. He’s a baby. He’s everywhere in between. After the shoe week, we had five whole days of bliss. Happy kid. Healthy. Good listening. Peaceful sleep. Last Friday morning, unprovoked, he pushed two kids at soccer. Hard. I took him off the field, and the rest of the day was rocky. We […]Read Post ›
Must document. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. I look back dreamily at the days when Ian could put on his shoes, any shoes, with or without socks, and run out the door. This is not our reality today. It actually started with his pants. He started asking for his pants to […]Read Post ›
Ian is a passionate, passionate man. He likes to fully explore his interests. He discovered Super Why in Michigan and since that time, he has taken common household objects such as a plastic candy cane and turned it into his Super Why magic wand. His blue shoes are his Super Why shoes. His blue blankie […]Read Post ›
Mandy Unruh 