Since the moment she was born I knew there would be some major life events that would go on to define my daughter. I knew there would be a first word ( doggie), a first step (14 months), a first friend (Noelle) and while I’ve been okay with her first being my last (with her)- I just became aware that it’s the  firsts I never thought of,  that are the hardest to move on from.

Since the time she could watch tv she has loved Curious George. It’s the only kid show we record on our DVR and no matter what- an episode of George can peek her interest. Sick and home from school? Watch George. Crying and can’t get herself under control? Turn on George. No matter the question George has consistently been the answer, until today.


Today she came home from school, I turned George on, and she ran off the play My Little Pony’s. Apparently the Galloping Gala    ( I’m not kidding, that’s the name of the party) was way more important than our old friend George. I will now try to put into words the level of  sorrow I feel  in my heart for this abandonment of our dear sweet little cartoon monkey. It’s ridiculous for a grown woman to miss a tv show- but it’s somehow made more understandable when you realize it’s directly connected to her growing up. George just doesn’t cut it any more- his stories of curiosity just can’t compete against princesses in purple and pink, and horses dressed as hookers.

I’m actually okay with my kids growing up. I love their babyhood but I am also looking forward to their childhood.  They will keep growing up and they won’t always say goodbye to the things that they used to love or used to play with, and that’s just something I’m going to have to make my peace with. I just wish she would tell me the time before its the last time. “Mommy, this is it. I no longer will be watching George. Stop DVRing him”  (or something like that ) then I could savour the moment , I could pause, I could say goodbye.


So I present to you, my goodbye to our old friend George.


George, you are just as big a part of my journey into Motherhood as my first born was. Your silly antics and natural curiosity got me every time. The way you walk to jazz music and your love for the man with the yellow hat always made me smile. You were our pacifier and our friend for 4 long years- and while I’ll miss you so much I just want you to know that you helped raise my baby into a girl. This isn’t goodbye completely, hopefully Jude will  pick up where she left off- but much like the lovie left behind on the bed of a parting college student,  old friend she’s moved on. I want to thank you for helping to teach her empathy and kindness. I want to thank you for your subtly mouthed mumbles that actually let us know what you were trying to say in English every. single. time. Oh George, it was a good run wasn’t it? Can you believe how big she got? Remember when she was just arms and legs and a mullet? Those soft waves gave way to spiral curls and that dimple in her chin is still just as promenant as it always was. I promise to never fall in love with those awful Ponies! I promise to watch out for the Princess’s who can’t ever seem to save themselves and opt for the ones who kick butt and use their brains. Oh George, this is a tough one.

Good bye old friend. Until we meet again. Gracen’s Mom.




She’s noticing him now. “Oh. My. God. He got so big last night. I can’t even take it!” Those were her words when describing her brother/my child…we’re co-parenting. He’s happiest when she’s home. She’s happiest when he’s chasing her around. She’ll offer him a curl to pull, he’ll share his snack with her. He doesn’t know when a game has stopped- so often I’ll find him crying in a corner wanting her to come back. She doesn’t know he won’t always want to play with her, nor will he ever be smaller than she is- ever again. They inherited the same face and opposite personalities. They’re my favorite pair.



Last night I called Sunny “my best friend.” It went something like this…

Me: Goodnight Best Friend

Her: Mommy!!! I’m not your best friend I’m your daughter.

Me: Okay goodnight best friend and daughter

Her: MOM-MEEEE, I’m Gracen. Your daughter. Remember?

Me: Can’t you be both?

Her: No! I can be your daughter and you can be my Mommy and that’s it. Okay? Good night.

And that in essence, is my problem. I believe by telling her now, I can make it so in the future. I do it with both of my kids. I tell the boy he’s the greatest man to ever walk the face of the Earth ( he’s not even 2 yet but I already know this is true). I tell the girl she’s the smartest girl who ever lived and my best friend.  I tell them both we’ve known each other before we ever met each other and that I’m amazed my heart beat for 28 years without them physically walking next to me.


I think the boy gets me. He’s willing to buy any story I sell as long as there’s hugs, kisses, snuggles, and cake. Yesterday a woman in line said hi to him and he reached out for her. I had to explain to the woman that my son honestly believes everyone wants to cuddle with him- he’s been told so…by me..every day.  He bought it. He’s terrible with boundaries and like some small pack animal, will invite anyone into the group.




The girl on the other hand- she’s really practical and has very clear cut boundaries ( I know this because I cross them far to often). In her world everything has an order, an explanation, a title, and a reason. She often doubts my stories and is rarely impressed or entertained by me. She makes me work harder. She often feels like the only adult in this house.  I asked Matt last night if he thinks, she likes me.

I have two kids who could not be more opposite from one another or better made for each other.


He is the bungee and she is the cord. Just when I think she’ll never let go, relax, have fun, do something that a kid ( not an adult) would do- she dances in the rain. She splashes in a puddle. She dumbs herself down for my pure entertainment- and just like that she’s mine.



You know how you see those pics with a baby with red kisses all over his face because it’s Valentine’s Day and you saw it on Pintrest? Did anyone know that those kisses are photoshopped on?


My advice if you go for a pic like this- less is more.



We had a lovely Valentine’s Day complete with heart shaped pancakes and pizza bites. That’s all I will say on that because then Sunny and I attacked her brother with red lip kisses and then we had to rush to the bathtub and then the night sort of went to hell after that. I feel like a lot of my stories end like that…


This is his face without 7 thousand kisses-  I do believe this is the face that will be seared into my mind 20, 30, 40, 50 years from now. I’ll be looking at my grown son and all I’ll see is this little sweet face.



Thankfully he hasn’t started running from me or my camera just yet. I’m sure once he finds out that it’s really not cool for your Mom to mess up your down time with photo sessions, he’ll start running away!


He’s also obsessed with his little blankie. It was a gift when he was born, and it hasn’t left his side since. I just don’t know how I will ever let this little man grow up? 19 months is a cute little stage where he’s starting to speak more and if you say “snugs” he’ll cuddle the heck out of you. I do believe (if possible) I’m addicted to this little man.




I’m so honored and excited to be featured in the 2014 Spring Issue of  Pretty Pear Bride Magazine!

A few weeks ago I was asked to write an article discussing wedding videography & wedding films- and since it’s one of my most favorite subjects I was happy to give my Top 5 Tips For Hiring A Wedding Videographer & Editor.

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If you, or someone you know is a Bride-To-Be, Pretty Pear Bride is a beautifully written online and in print magazine full of great tips and real weddings to help spark your imagination.

In fact I’ve been so blown away by their readers and request I’ve added a Little Love Stories Wedding Page to the website.  I don’t film weddings, however I do edit all types of event films for my clients and give recommendations for awesome videographers in your area. Together we work together to give you the most awesome wedding film in the history of wedding films- complete with a Little Love Story magic.  Learn more in the video below.



This is way better than the Bra-vo article right? Finally a national magazine who values my mind…and never ending gift for talking! :) A huge thank you to Pretty Pear Brides- I’m so excited to be working with you! And to all my new Brides- this is going to be great ladies. And when you have your babies and take 9 million photos and videos we’ll incorporate your wedding footage into their first year and year in review films! And the best part is I get to watch your families grow!  (Can you tell I’m excited? What gave it away, my use of explanation points?!?!)