Sunday, February 14, 2016

in love

 happy v day. over here everett made me this adorable valentine. 
i bombed the kids rooms with their favorite candies and lovie cards. we had our traditional cinnamon sugar rolls for breakfast (with bacon for everett). 
ezra and i played some naked connect four. he was naked.
i got a craft ready for my 9 year old class that was basically if they did a dare they got to fill a glass jar with colored sugar that they then could take home as a gift. the dares were to rub noses with your neighbor, eat a packet of taco bell hot sauce, do your best hula dance, etc. it was a blast. the girls made beautiful sugar patterns in their glass jars. the boys shook theirs up and globbed up the opening of the jar with spit mixed with sugar. classic.
ootd was a departure from my usual black for an all nude ensemble with red lips and heels. i am sure my 9 year old kiddos appreciated it. 
we got salt  playdough to shape what we loved. deacon shaped me. swoon. 
charly surprised me with this sweet set up (because she is a baby doll), 
and she surprised me with a spread of the magazine she was published in for Fisique.  

deven was kind of a turkey today, so we won't discuss that. i still love him. love love love to all my kiddos.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

he's figuring life out: beanie belongs over the line of eyesight

life teaches you really how to live it, if you could live long enough - Tony Bennett

Friday, February 12, 2016

Powerful Female

Photograper: Tommy Mac
Model: Charleen Jordan
Stylist: Vanessa Menlove
February 2016

Thursday, February 11, 2016

"you're perfect"

deacon and dexter                               deac is still little
 sharing candy at the indoor soccer game
deac is doing indoor soccer and basketball this season. i am finding that in raising boys the key to keep them productive is to use their energy by keeping them busy.  it makes it easy when the boy likes sports (unlike deven). so we get to spend a large portion of our week and saturdays going to support him in these events. (everett loves the indoor soccer because he can get right up to the plexiglass and sometimes the play comes right next to him.) often after the games we end up with a house full of 9 year old boys. deacon is an easy friend and has many of them. dexter has been around since we moved back from costa rica when deac was 4. they have their own secret language, goofy jokes and know each other well. i am thankful for the ease of deacon's personality and how well adjusted he is. 

in 2005 i was a single mother of charly and deven,  in law school and working part time. i had wonderful friends and recall it has being one of the happier times of my life. despite how busy and fulfilled i was, there was an underlying feeling that there was another boy human i was supposed to make. that feeling probably caused me to act prematurely in some decisions, but i wanted him so deeply. each night deacon comes to bed with me until he falls asleep, then i put him in his own bed. those 15 minutes of scratching his skinny soft back, playing the color game on his face ("your cheek is as red as a pomegranate"), and talking with him about how much we love each other is one of the sweetest rituals we have. last night after soccer practice we put together his valentines for school (which took forever because deven kept stealing the candy for the valentines. i had to chase, wrestle, and threaten  him over and over to get back deacon's fun dips). charly came in to the kitchen right when it was time to lay down with deacon. she launched into one of her vehement need based speeches. i told deacon to go lay down without me and i would be there in a few minutes. he politely refused and said he does not like going to bed without me. so he patiently waited until i was free. he fell asleep quickly. my boy.

Friday, February 5, 2016

all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well

this little girl has been busy. she is lighting up with modeling offers. fielding these offers has become a part time job for momma. she has a whole inbox of messages from randoms: some legit some maybe-killers. (i remember vivedly when my childhood friend, ginger rios, went into a spy shop on maryland parkway and never returned home because the owner took her out to the desert.) so when charly says "i have a photoshoot tomorrow at 11" that means momma has a photoshoot too. we are quickly setting up a protocol for how this goes down because her bouncing out the door by herself to go meet some guy with a camera on 4th street is not going to happen. reading people's vibe and intentions has never been my strong suit, so i am having to up my sleuthing game.

there is this one photographer from paris who has a couple weeks in san francisco, he has done some legit work with legit models. he asked charly for my phone number to talk to me. he called me. we chatted a half hour or so and left the conversation with "thank you for your interest in representing and shooting charly, I (I, not charly) will get back to you in regards to schedules." lo and behold the next day he is messaging charly. she is explaining why she can't be in san fran right away "my mom works, my dad works, we have five kids..." and his next comment was "you can't come alone?" PUMP THE FU(*&^ BREAKS. needless to say, we will not be going to san fran. the horizon holds a lot of work for me.  i will be here vetting people for charly: track coaches, colleges, trainers, boys, photographers. lots of people.