Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Photo birth announcement for Sidney

How I love flowers! I thought this was such a great idea for spring and summer photo taking. The garden, of course! Flowers not plentiful enough? Never fear; I will add more! Dirt showing? I can hide it! This photo birth announcement for Sidney is the epitome of summer. Wouldn't you agree?

I was thinking of how you could place your baby in the garden to take photos. You could set your baby in a big basket, lined with a comfortable blanket. Or you could hold the baby up, and use the flowers in the background. I'm remembering a birth announcement I did last summer, or perhaps it was the summer before. Another flower garden photo. That photo was taken with the baby in front of a rose garden. The colors were just beautiful. And although some of the close up rose petals were wilted, I fixed them to look perfect. I will try to locate that design to share with you.

In the meantime, I hope the beginning of summer finds you enjoying the longer days and the warm sun. I've been trying to read more; a favorite pasttime of mine that seems to go by the wayside when I am (too?) busy. Perhaps I will pencil "book time" into my calendar...and sit out on the porch and enjoy my own small (but growing!) garden.

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Monday, June 19, 2006

Dads are forever

My dad. Jim. Jim-bo. Jim-bo-rama. He's always been a lot of fun. When I was little, he and my mom were auction-goers; and boy did my dad love to pick up STUFF. He would come home with all kinds of treasures --- things we didn't need, things we would never need, and "hey they might come in handy" things. Sometimes the buckets of treasures pleased him --- old doorknobs, tools or electric switches. But other times the treasures were magical for me.

Like the oversized toboggan. Wow --- that old wood toboggan would sit 8 kids if you packed them in tightly! We had so much fun driving to Russel's forest preserve, and sledding down the big hill. And my dad always brought the toboggan back up the hill for us. And another time he came back with heaps of sport equipment: skis, ski boots, ice skates, hockey skates. I was about 5, and would "ski" down a 5-foot "mountain" in our front yard.

Yes, my childhood was filled with times of wonder because of my dad. He was the one, who when walking through a forest, would pick up a rock and say "look at that!" And we would figure out what was down there, and why. And my dad was the one who would tell stories --- and if you were lucky enough to hear one, you know what it was like to be transported to another place through his words. My dad was energy itself - always questioning, always learning, always doing. "Did you know that glass is always moving?" No, dad, REALLY!? Tell me more! And it is the same today: "Lisa, look through the binoculars. Do you see that bird with the yellow tail? Do you know what kind of bird that is?" No dad, but I'll bet you'll tell me!

His passionnate and generous nature inspires me.

Did we have extra wood? Let's have a bonfire! Nice summer evening? Sleep in a tent! My dad taught me to recognize opportunities. And to have fun. He also made sure I learned on my own. [at 13 years old]:"Dad, could I have a phone in my room?" "Sure, Lisa, you'll just need to go up in the attic, find the right area and snake a phone line down into your room. Then you'll simply drill a hole in the wall and pull it through." Uh, ok.

It's because of my dad that I work for myself. I have been in his MBA program since the age of 7, when I would help him open mail and pack orders. I've been learning from him ever since.

Thanks dad. I'm so happy to be your daughter, and I love you.