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Have you ever had one of those days....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If today was one of those days,

it's ok...

the weekend is just around the corner.

Happy 10th Birthday!

It's my son, Maxwell's, 10th birthday today.

Where does the time go?

Around our house, I have a love/hate relationship with birthdays.  Don't get me wrong, I do love them.  We celebrate like crazy around here and it's good, good times.  But it's also a reminder that time is fleeting and that my babies aren't going to stay young forever.  To those of you who don't know me well, I am a very emotional person.  So, usually the day before and maybe even the day of - you might catch me crying myself to sleep.  Silly, isn't it?  The only good thing I can say about that is, I guess it is a true testament to how much I love my kids.  Because really, I don't want to cry over their birthdays.  Really.  But, since I am going on my 13th year of birthdays...and I am pretty sure I have cried at almost every one..it seems that it is something I can't escape.  But I'm trying.

Maxwell is truly a miracle baby to us.  Just a few days after he was home from the hospital, he was diagnosed with RSV.  We spent a week in the hospital, after not being home with him for a week.  The first night there was hard.  Only one of us was allowed to stay in the room.  That was me.  I won't ever forget calling Josh at some point in the evening frantic because Max was barely breathing.  His ICU room was filled with doctors and nurses, I couldn't even fit in the room.  I called Josh, not knowing what else to do.  I thought we were going to loose him that night.

But once the hospital staff got the situation under control, he started to gradually get better and better....

and here we are...10 years later.

 

 

Maxwell is my kind child.

I have a feeling he will be my gentle giant when he is older.

He is my child through and through.

He's very sensitive, which is hard to deal with sometimes - like his mom.  :)

He knows how to laugh

and have a good time too.

 

And I had to squeeze one in there from the past...that makes me want to cry some more.  This picture was taken by my favorite photographer, Kristie Kulik.

 

That was taken when he was three years old.  *sniff*

 

In order to fight off the tears, I am going to take my husband's advice and look forward, not backward.  I'm going to look forward to all the fun we will have in the future.

 

Like fishing with Uncle Bob...

 

and going new places.

 

So today...Celebrate, we will!

 

Happy Birthday Maxwelli...you are a true treasure to us and we love you so very much!

Tuxedo Shopping

Lucky for me, I haven't been tuxedo shopping for a long time.

My brother Tyler and his finance Shelly are getting married in June 2nd.

My mom called me last week to see if I wanted to go look at tuxes for the wedding.

So, we did.

The first store we went to did not impress me.  The saleswoman seemed to be put out to do her job and seemed to assume my brother knew exactly what he was looking for.

 

 

 

I *might* have tried to conspire with my sister to tie the saleswoman up and stuff her in a fitting room.

My son was with us, so I had even less patience for her nonsense.

 

 

 

Thankfully we made our way to Louie's.

Julie, the saleswoman there, was so nice, friendly, and helpful.

It is amazing what a difference that made.

I could focus on what my brother was trying to decide on, instead of how I wanted to choke out the salesperson.

 

 

and this is what you get from Vinny when you put him in front of multiple mirrors at once

 

 

 

Thank you, Julie.  I do believe your store wins our patronage.

 

As for Vinny, I told him he could ride on the carousel for doing such a great job shopping with us.

 

 

The carousel operator let him ride for free

because he's so darn cute.

 

Tyler and Shelly - Less than 4 months away!

 

Occupy Wall Street

Just before my recent trip to New York this fall, protesters began to Occupy Wall St.

They were protesting - in a big way.

Before the trip, we watched on the news as the protesting grew - and then branched out to other cities.

I started to become a little concerned.  Not only were we going to be in New York, but we were staying on Wall Street.

My husband's cousin, Carli, lives in New York, we were going to visit her.  She let us know that days before we were going to be there, the protesters were banging drums - and whatever else they could do to make noise - at all hours of the day, and night.

It made me nervous.  Would my husband hate New York after dealing with the crowds that I knew were going to be flooding the streets?

Then Carli reminded me of something.  She said, "I feel like most of us (me included) are so ignorant of our history, our roots. In this instance, we forget how much our country was shaped by "protests", by people uniting especially to get worker's rights against the big corporations or companies in the early part of the century."

That made me step back and look at it in a different light.  There are so many times that I get trapped in my own world, that I don't see the big picture of the world around me - the real world we live in.

It made me excited.  All of the sudden, I realized we were going to witness history in the making.

Then we arrived in New York.

I asked the cab driver...and the person working the front desk at the hotel.  "Is the protesting crazy?  Has it been out of control?"

The answer I got from both was that it wasn't crazy - it was no big deal, as far as loud and obnoxious goes.

They were right.

The first day were were there, we went looking for the protesters.  They were no where to be found on Wall St.  They had moved to Zuccotti Park and that is where they were camping out.

The next evening, we were able to go to the 9/11 Memorial.  Zuccotti Park is not far away - that is when we saw them.

 

 

Many of the protesters were preparing signs.

 

And it seemed like they were getting a system together to do laundry?

 

 

And to this day I am still not sure how they did it.  These piles of clothing and bedding were every where around the outskirts of the park.

 

 

Whatever the stance you take on worker's rights against the big corporations, you have to hand it to these people.

They took time out of their lives to stand up for what they believe.  Many of them had their families with them.

It doesn't take anything to sit at home on your couch and bitch about what is going on...or look down your nose at the protesters because it's "weird" and not something we've seen people do on a daily basis until now.

But it does take courage to get out there and voice your opinion, to fight for what you think is right, and do all you can think to do to make this world we live in a better place for all of us.

It's easy to say those protesters are crazy when you have a job, when all of your family members have jobs, and you all have food on the table everyday.  But for so many Americans, that isn't the case.  They have been without jobs, some for years.  Many of those families have young children to provide for.

I'm not saying anyone should believe a certain way.

I'm asking you to just listen to what people have to say.

Get out of your little world and see the world around you.

 

If you have a job right now, be thankful for it.

(I know that is hard sometimes.)

 

And be thankful that it's Friday...for most of you that means this is your last day at that job for a few days.

 

 

OJ’s glove

This is what I saw yesterday when I stepped into the elevator at work.

 

 

 

I immediately thought, "maybe that is one of OJ's gloves."

 

Remember, it can always be worse!

 

Happy Hump Day Everyone!

Chapter One: I was born | Newborn Photography

One day, after having my third (and last) child, I was talking to my grandmother.

 

We were talking about my kids.

 

She said, "As soon as your child is born - you wonder what you ever did without them."

 

That was almost 4 years ago, and I think that is something I won't ever forget.  It's so true.

 

This weekend it was my pleasure to do a newborn shoot with Trina and Tony.

 

Trina and I had talked a bit through email, and with every conversation we had, it made me more excited to meet them and their new bundle of joy - Colin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He even opened his beautiful eyes for us for a moment.

 

 

 

Colin is the first grandchild on both sides of the family.

I think he already knows that means he gets extra love from the grandparents.

 

 

Congratulations, Trina and Tony!

He couldn't be more perfect.

 

 

Best wishes for your family.

 

 

 

 

 

{Fort Wayne Photographer, Newborn Photography}

Senior baby

One of my very favorite things to do is photograph high school seniors.

This year I am photographing a very special - near and dear to my heart - senior.

And as much as I love that I am the one who gets to photograph her, it makes my stomach drop at the thought of her actually being a senior.

Graduating high school.

I was her brother's girlfriend once upon a time.  We would take her on walks in her stroller.  She was just a baby.

She had just turned five years old when she was a flower girl for our wedding.

And in a short few months, she will be graduating high school.

 

 

 

 

She's as beautiful inside as she is on the outside.

 

 

 

"What a great kid!"  makes me sound like I'm old...but it's true.  She really is a really great kid.

She gave me my own Board on her Pinterest.  If that's not awesome, I don't know what is.

 

 

I'm lucky to have her as a sister in law.

 

You will probably see more of her - because she is getting a session for each season.

 

And to all you seniors out there, hang in there - less than 4 months to go!

February restlessness

February is nothing exciting here in the Midwest.

As a matter of fact, February makes me restless.

Thankfully we have had a mild winter - with some sun even.

But there is something about February that makes you wish you could move the month along faster than what it wants to go.

There is some anxiousness that resides in February, telling us that all the pieces for the rest of the year will fall together soon.

 

 

 

February is the elderly person that should have their license taken away.  And they happen to be coasting down the road in front of you the day you are running late for work.

February is the person at the grocery store that stands in the middle of the aisle with their cart contemplating the difference between non-fat, low fat, fat free potato chips...while on their cell phone.

February is the train going through New Haven that suddenly slows to a stop, while you have cars in front and behind you, and then starts to slowly retreat the way it came...only to stop again.

I'm longing for the days filled with bike rides, open windows, and baseball/softball games filling our week.

 

 

 

I'm usually not a fan of trying to make time go by faster, but when it's February I am itching to cross the days off the calendar.

And for now....Thank goodness it's Friday!

No more baby afro

Many of you maybe know that my son that is almost 4 years old has never had a hair cut.

It was lovingly referred to as an "angel fro", because it is so wispy and blonde.

Older women adored it and we would constantly get stopped in the middle of the grocery store to have a conversation with them about how their now grown son also had beautiful curls.  Most of the stories ended with the same comment, "when we cut it, he lost the curls...they never came back."  You could tell it was a bittersweet moment for them to see my son and have the encounter remind them of many years gone by.

I won't lie.  These stories kept me from getting his hair cut.  Not only was I afraid that he would loose his curls, but I did love to see the look on people's faces when they saw us out and about.  People would also comment, "how could you cut it?!"

Thus, we waited for years.....

until his hair started to make dreadlocks on it's own.

I knew it was time.

Luckily, my mother-in-law cuts hair.  We made it a family event and the cousins got their hair cut too.

How cool is it, as a child, to have your Grammy cut your hair?!

 

Don't let her face fool you, it is cool to have Grammy cut your hair.  She was doing a great job at holding very still.  :)

 

how cute is she...I mean, really!

 

 

 

 

 

And the really great thing about getting your hair cut at Grammy's house is - if you are good during the cut....

 

You get a treat when you are all done.

 

And...

the curls stayed.

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