Gettin’ Over Myself

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So my earlier post about getting over oneself and allowing the photographer to be photographed (namely, me, the mom who is never seen) didn’t materialize as I’d originally hoped.

No, it’s not because I was concerned about actually being in the pictures.

Nor was it because I had to get the very best shots, edited, and perfected to post.

No, in a word, it was LIFE.

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Setting up the camera, tripod, and remote to capture us at random daily intervals – such as the witching dinner hour – can be a pretty daunting task when you have a tantruming 17-month-old and a whining five-and-three-quarter-year-old. Hats off to all you other moms who make it look easy.

So here are a few shots I managed to capture.

Some are laughable…

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Others, mundane…

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Some serious (note the Dell laptop)…

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For what it’s worth, I’m happy I did this (not so sure the screaming baby would agree) and I’m going to do my best to keep it going. I might just have to teach the husband how to operate the camera so I can ditch the tripod and remote.

What do you think? How often do you find yourself ‘in the picture’?

Get Over Yourself

These words just about leapt off the page as I was reading the premier issue of Click, a magazine “for the modern photograp[her]”. It was an article about the importance of us MWAC (moms with a camera) to actually get in the frame with our children. For the sake of our children.

99% of the time my clients are other moms who reach out to me because they understand how important it is to document these early days with their children. And I spend a lot of my time helping them capture these days, but perhaps neglecting to heed my own advice.

So here I am on a Friday night deciding to take on a small project. Starting tomorrow, I am going to get in the picture with my children. From the mundane (yes, there will be mundane) to the chaotic (definitely lots of that) to the delightful, I am determined to spend one month documenting the everyday with my children. I’ll post them here weekly for anyone interested in following along.

And back to that headline… “get over yourself”, it’s meant to say that our children will not care in 30, 40, 50 years if we weren’t wearing any makeup or our hair or clothing is not just so. Most of us MWAC will say we prefer being behind the lens. But let’s not make that an excuse. Our kids will just be happy to have a record of how much their mommy loved them.

So be forewarned. I’ll be in the frame, but it might not be pretty.

Update: just as I embarked on this small project, my littlest man became ill and four weeks later is now finally on the mend. Thanks to all for the warm thoughts and best wishes. Stay tuned for the few “get-over-yourself” shots I managed to take in the past few weeks. M

Girl Power

I’m outnumbered in my house. Not greatly, but I am outnumbered. As a married mom of two boys I’m more typically surrounded by cars, superheros, and hockey equipment than I am by girly things like ribbons, bows, and the colour pink. Or little black tutus.

So every now and then this mom craves a little girl power. Playing dress up. Doing hair. Having tea parties. The things I remember doing as a little girl. (Who am I kidding? I still do this stuff!) Lucky for me, I have many friends who are moms to girls who also don’t mind loaning out their kids for an afternoon in front of my camera.

Add to this that I recently came into a vintage piece of furniture: a pink velvet armchair that was once my grandmother’s. The velvet is worn in the usual spots. The pink faded. The seat not so cushy anymore. I knew I needed to photograph my little girlfriends with the chair. (I remember my grandmother being so proud of this pink chair and I wonder what she’d think of it sitting outside in a field somewhere. Sorry Grandma!)

Thanks for the fun afternoon little chickitas!