The last photo shoot I did my client stated numerous times that she wanted lots of different creative poses. So I went on to her Pinterest page and printed out lots of different family portraits that she had pinned. I also printed some from my own personal page. I stapled all the pictures together and called it my ‘Posing Flipbook’. Very big hit with my client. She loved looking through the book and choosing poses. Plus it always nice when you can show your client in a picture how you want them to stand, sit, smile etc. Because we are all visual learners right? Right.
This has the added benefit of one less thing you have to focus on. Instead you can focus on freaking out about camera settings, light, and locations. Just me? Oh goodie!
Cute poses for your viewing pleasure below!
Tell me your favorite poses and where you get your ideas.
I would like to kiss your creator. Or at least make you some gratitude cookies. I love listening to my “I Heart Radio” app on my car stereo. I was totally jamming to my tunes while I ran errands today.
My undying gratitude to you sirs!
You are only 7 years old. Have I been that unkind to you? You sound like dying whale singing it’s last rights during the washing portion of your cycle. Big thumbs down.
Not happy with this new development
I appreciate you taking the time to hand sew all the popped seams on our couches. That was very thoughtful. I can’t help but think that the real reason you did it, is because you REALLY don’t want to go furniture shopping with me. Too bad all the popped seams ripped open the next day.
Your loving wife
Dear Tiny Toot,
In just a few short weeks you will be a One. Year. Old. You have been the most challenging baby I’ve ever had, but I love you dearly. One request. Please start saying Mama. All I’m hearing so far is Dada.
Aeble what? Skivers. A danish pancake. But better than any pancake you’ve ever tasted. These are actually a little tricky to make and they require special equipment. However I also think this recipe translates well into a waffle or plain old pancake recipe.
2 eggs separated
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 1/2 teaspoons sugar
1 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
In medium bowl beat egg yolks until light in color. Stir in sugar. In a separate bowl, stir together remaining dry ingredients. Add to egg mixture alternately with milk. Mix in oil. In separate bowl beat egg whites stiff. (I use my ninja blender to beat the egg whites while I make the batter.) Fold egg whites into batter. Yields about 28.
Now heat up your Aebleskiver pan on medium high heat. It needs to be pretty hot before you add any batter. Fill cups about 3/4 full.
When the batter starts to bubble use a skewer to turn the aebleskiver half way.
Once the batter starts to bubble again, you guessed it, turn the aebleskiver again. You keep turning until all sides have been cooked and the center is hollow. Did I mention this is tricky? You might not get it right on your first, second, or third batch. It’s okay. Food is art and sometime it takes a lot of false starts to get it right.
Break aebleskiver apart and fill with your favorite toppings. Maple syrup, lemon glaze, sausage, jam, or apples. The possibilities are infinite. My favorite is nutella and whip cream.
Squish back together and prepare to be transported to your happy food place!
*If you have never made these before you might consider watching a “how to” video on youtube. It’s for the best.*
On December 1st our sneaky Elf makes his debut. I promised my children that they would see our Elf the next day. But the joke seems to be on us, the parents. That Elf is MIA. He’s not in any of the Christmas boxes. Or Easter or Halloween or even Independence Day. So we thought up a lie and we thought it up quick.
I’m positive we get bonus points for using the word ‘naked.’ It makes my young children giggle every time. Meanwhile my loving husband ran to Barnes and Noble to acquire a new Elf.
But of course we forgot to place the Elf before the kids woke up for school. We’re not winning any prize parents of the year award here. Princess ran into me in the hallway with a suspicious lump under my shirt. She said, “I’m looking for the Elf.” I said, “Quick go put on your shoes and I’ll help you find him.” I stashed the Elf in the first semi hidden spot I could find. Two seconds later the Dude comes out of the bedroom to look for our Elf.
(Bruce the cat checking out our new Elf)
Dude laughed hard and said, “That sneaky Elf is under the tree!”
Tonight the Elf will defy gravity. He’ll hang upside down and drink Maple Syrup. Because that’s what Elf’s like.
I’m so grateful my kids still believe in Santa and in our Elf. I’m sad that next year they’ll probably be too old to believe. But for now I’m enjoying seeing their faces light up when the Elf magically moves to a different spot in our house every night.
Cookie Waffles were inspired by my Mother In law. She put chocolate chips in pancake batter. Obviously the next step was chocolate chips in waffles. Make it, eat it, and revel in the joy of your kids not complaining about breakfast. *Recipe adapted from Betty Crocker Country Cooking.*
2 cups flour
1 and 3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup vegetable oil
3 tablespoons sugar
4 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup hershey’s semi sweet chocolate chips
1. Beat eggs in large bowl until fluffy.
2. Beat in remaining ingredients (except chocolate chips) just until the batter is smooth.
3. Poor about 1/4 cup batter into waffle iron. Add a generous handful of chocolate chips to each waffle. Close lid to waffle iron.
4. Bake about five minutes or until steaming stops. Carefully remove waffles. Make sure you use a non stick spray on your waffle iron each time you make a waffle. Otherwise you’ll have burned chocolate all over your waffle iron. It’s not fun to clean up.
I remember my seven year old self bursting with pride as I caught my very first trout at a fish farm. My Dad even made me watch as they cleaned the fish and then we ate it for dinner. I was a little horrified but still game to continue fishing. As I got older we fished at rivers, lakes and dams. He even taught me how to fly fish. It wasn’t until I was a lot older that I realized that most Dad’s took their son’s fishing, not their daughters. I feel like even then he was showing me that I could do anything.
Diversify your life…
Camping, photography, skiing, music, racing, archery, flying…there wasn’t much that my Dad hasn’t seen, done or pursued as a hobby. He liked to try new things. He worked hard and played hard during his free time. He never let the dust settle on his feet.
My Dad hugged me frequently. He always told me he loved me and he hated the word goodbye. We never said goodbye we said see you later. The last time I saw my Dad he was dropping me off at the SLC airport. He openly cried and told me how much he loved me. He expressed his gratitude that I visited him with two small children in tow. It was a beautiful expression of his love for me that I didn’t appreciate at the time.
Own up to your mistakes…
Occasionally he would drag his feet but he always apologized when he was in the wrong. I remember a few times he came and said “I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I’m sorry.” He set a great example for all of us on being humble enough to recognize our errors and repent.
Go Big or Go Home…
Whatever my Dad pursued in life he went at it full throttle. My Dad joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints as a teenager. He studied the Book of Mormon and was called on a 2 year mission to Canada. He dedicated his time to understanding the gospel principles. He served many people on his mission and throughout his life. He wasn’t perfect. But he was Focused. He had a goal and he wouldn’t quit until he was satisfied that he understood all that he could about the gospel of Jesus Christ. He applied that same focus to every aspect of his life. He pursued knowledge like most of us pursue new gizmo’s. He wouldn’t move onto a new hobby until he was certain that he had gleaned every tidbit about his current hobby. He lived the mantra, ‘Never Stop Learning.’
It’s been three years since my Dad passed away. I think of him frequently. And even though it gets easier that doesn’t make me miss him less. It doesn’t make me stop wishing I could talk to him or share things about my life with him. I am grateful for the time I had with my Dad and for the knowledge that one day I’ll see him again.