4/52 {Bloomington, IN photographer}

Whew…what a week!  I had been taking some time off from doing sessions after the holidays and I am glad I did!  I’ve been getting caught up on work at home which this weekend necessitated buying a new computer.  The old one had been limping by until Friday when I couldn’t nudge it to do anything.  I work in technology (in addition to photography) and I’m usually savvy enough to fix issues, but this was a combination of age (going on 4 years old) and a nasty trojan that someone dropped in my hard drive.  If only these programmers would work for good and not evil!

Anyway, I’m finally catching up with blogs and working on some new marketing material.  That is the fun thing about a New Year–all the new possibilities.  I also learned that the photojournalism grant I applied for will finally be decided by the end of the month.  I am sure they received a lot of wonderful applications, but I hope mine is seriously considered.  I am really anxious to begin my project and funding would allow me to do that a bit sooner.

For this week, instead of my fondest memory I thought I would focus on creating a memory.  In addition to photography and working as an RN analyst I have a background in anthropology.  Despite what you may think–all these things are very related!  There are several sub-fields of anthropology and focused primarily on biophysical and cultural anthropology.  The word culture gets thrown around a lot.  One part of culture is tradition.  Every family has one–how you celebrate birthdays or holidays or the stories you tell when you get together.  Communities and countries also have traditions within their cultures.

When I became a mother I couldn’t WAIT to have traditions.  I wanted traditions that I grew up with, but I also wanted something new.  Two of the our favorite traditions are:

1. Pajama day–literally we spend one day a month and don’t get out of our jammies.  It means we get to stay in and play and I LOVE it.  It also means I get to take goofy pictures of him all day.
2. Pancake Sunday–One of my fondest memories is waking up Christmas morning.  We would open presents and my Dad would make a HUGE breakfast–pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast.  I have continued this theme in my family and every Sunday I make a little pancake magic.  My son LOVES pancakes and if there are leftovers he will eat them days after they were prepared.

The eye through the paper towel roll

And now for the wacky photos!

Kissing the monkey

Smiles

I know it’s kinda gross, but I can’t bring myself to digitally clean up the snot or scratches on his face–it just seems like part of his charm:)