My boos posed for an impromptu photo session while jumping on our unmade bed. These two know how to pose for a picture!
My babygirl, taking a bath this evening. I just joined December Views today, and so resorted to taking pics of the kiddos to get some momentum going. For more December Views click on the button in my sidebar.
I am thankful for this amazing, tiny person. I’ve never met anyone this fearless and tireless before in my life. She just goes and goes and goes. I learn from you everyday – Katiebaby.
XOXO,
Mama
Loved the State Fair this year, we saws tigers, acrobats, and performing pigs. The kids fed goats, rode ponies, and went on rides (without mom and dad). The tigers were my favorite – I was on the verge of tears the entire time we watched them because they were so beautiful.
My little family indulges me a lot – one weekend at the beginning of summer I decided I needed to get out of town – where to go? Taos of course! We checked out the Harwood Museum – a small gem of a museum – and they let you take photographs!
The children dutifully posing – they were more interested in the art though
Katie loves to touch everything – that girl is a challenge. We spend much of our time staring each other down. I usually win.
The white room with white paintings and white light shining down from above. I could have stayed here all day. Just laid right down on the floor and soaked up all that bright, white silence. Twas not to be though.
I’d almost forgotten about this quick little roadtrip – discovered the photos while I was looking for some other images.
I need to get back to Taos – it feeds the hippie part of my soul.
Can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted. This month has been super crazy – mostly due to two shows at the Cow this month. I worked three weeks straight at one point. Will is starting school on Monday (gulp). And my hubby is starting school the week after that – life shows no sign of slowing down – and that’s ok – but I do need to carve out some time for myself.
This photo is of my dad when they were living in Joliet, Ill. There are ten million Klovers (or so it seems) living in Illinois and I am related to all of them. My great-grandfather Cornelius Klover moved there with his (he had 13 siblings I believe) family from Holland when he was a child. Part of the family folklore is that young Cornelius has his shoes sucked right off his feet as they were pushing thei
r wagon through some mud on their journey from NYC (their point of entry) to Joliet. Their last name is Holland was Klaaver, but it became Klover when they came to America.
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It’s my birthday today!! Just a low-key day – playdate with friends, going out to eat, etc. – I already got my huge birthday present earlier in the month – a new computer!!! I’ve been loving it – and I also received Lightroom – I currently have 17,849 images loaded on it – all organized – I’m still adding some keywords to make find things even easier. Here’s an image I found while uploading everything this week – it’s my grandparents in Egypt. My grandfather was a sea captain for the United Fruit Company and traveled literally all over the world. My grandmother would sometimes accompany him on his journeys .
They actually met on a ship. She was a career girl who loved to travel. She and a friend of hers found that you could get cheap berths to exotic places by contacting commercial vessels and seeing if they had any space available for travelers. So they decided to go to South America this way – and they got to sit at the captain’s table for meals – and the rest is history. My grandmother left her job and family in Milwaukee to move to New Orleans and marry my grandfather – an immigrant from Spain – who had supported his family (he had five brothers and sisters) since the age of 12 when his father died. All his brothers followed in his footsteps and became either sea captains or riverboat pilots and the two girls became school teachers. My grandfather, who didn’t have much in the way of schooling, was one of the smartest people I’ve ever known – and definitely the most well-read. I remember the library in their house – it was such a sacred and comforting place- I love being surrounded by books. I don’t remember my grandmother – she died when I was 3 – but I have her many photos, yearbooks, and scrapbooks. She was in the drama club (she was in a LOT of clubs actually) in college – and there are so many photos of her dressed for the stage and so obviously enjoying life and all it had to offer.
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So I got kidney stones again last Thursday. Did this stop me from going to work – NO – I brought my trusty bottle of Oxycodone and went anyway – I’m seriously insane. Too much to do and too little time to do it. Friday Will fell on the way to school – smacked his head on the sidewalk kind of fell. One
look at his scuffed up face and the goose egg flowering on his forehead and I decided he couldn’t go to school – so we dropped Katie off and hopped on a bus – his first bus trip. He was a trooper – probably would have been fine at school – but he’s my baby and he was bleeding so he stayed with me!
Friday night was spent at the Cow – where we had a fabulous opening
reception for our Art of the Shrine show. More on that later.
Saturday we went on our roadtrip and Sunday I worked at the Cow as usual – Sunday night I started filling seriously icky. Double-whammy! A cold and a UTI (something that seems to happen a lot with kidney stones) I have always gotten sick after having a KS attack – I think my body is just weakened and any old germ can come on in an wreak havoc on me. Monday – no work – today – no work – tomorrow I’m going back to work. I hate being sick!
