I am Stacy Meadows, a middle school teacher and professional photographer in Pasadena, Maryland.
I love the song "Little Moments" by Brad Paisley.
Especially, the part about backing his truck into something- yep, I did that!
Oh and the part about burning the cake on his birthday - I've done that a few times too!
That song reminds me of a blog, little stories making up a life.
Our lives are made up of lots of "Little Moments" and I hope, through this blog,
to help you catch a glimpse of the moments of the Meadows household...
"Ham" who is my wacky, smart and doesn't miss a trick 3 year old and "G"
who is my sensitive, hot tempered, home wrecker working on 2.
Let's not forget my Hubby- who puts up with it all.
Sprinkled with some photography sneak peeks and specials and you have Meadows Moments making a life.
Come in, hang out and enjoy and hopefully I can keep up!
Stacy
Here are the boys just in time for Valentines Day!
I slicked back both of the boys hair to give them that 50′s vibe. My husband said they really look like his Dad. The truth is they needed haircuts and it was sticking up!
Ham’s Valentine Photo-
Ham in a fun shirt from my sister…
The boys Valentine Card front…
G- getting bigger and bigger by the minute!
G Blowing kisses to the girls coming off of the bus…
Have a fantastic day with the ones you love!
Let’s Go RAVENS!! If we win one of my favorite students (boy) will be wearing a pink Raven’s jersey tomorrow!!
Last night we taught G the fine art of the pajama snow dance, ya know just in case!
I really, really couldn’t have come up this outfit if I tried…pajamas (at 3:00 in the afternoon), paper hat from Hershey Factory, super hero cape from Santa, and some “gubs” – “Cause I don’t want to get any germs from the food at my restaurant Mommy”…
So then it’s decided that G needs his cape at the resturant too- I put the cape on, turn my camera on him, he sits down, gives me this look and says “CHIZ!” Really, this early- I was hoping for at least a few more months before I got the chizzy grin…
and some more, just for fun of “the caped crusaders” on Christmas morning…
Super Brett…
and G- before we realized the collar flipped down-oops.
I cannot tell you how excited I was to get 3 days off before Christmas break for snow! Someone please remind me about it next year when I’m not ready for Christmas. While Ham went with my Dad and Hubby to dig my Pop out- I took G out for a little fun. He LOVED the snow- the cute snowsuit is a hand me down from a neighbor- it took him about 10 minutes to get used to moving around in it but once he did there was no no stopping him.
He didn’t fall in this next one- he’s laying in the snow and trying to swim in it by throwing it up in the air.
Here’s to using that snow suit just a few more times this year!!
This year we decided that we were going to cut down our own tree instead of the small skinny artificial one I like I mean we put up each year. I have trouble with Christmas decorations- I like them but I don’t like them out. I know- it sounds crazy but I hate having things out and sitting around- I guess it is part of being claustrophobic. Hubby had to guilt me into getting all the stuff out of the basement. We didn’t even decorate until Dec. 18th! Today is Jan 2 and it’s all gone and put away ahhhhh!
Anyway, we bundled up the boys and headed out to Applewood Farm which if it isn’t in PA you could definately see it from there! I have heard horror stories about how long it takes for families to choose a tree. One of the things I LOVE about my husband he’s a see it, like it, buy it- kind of guy… well except for buying sunglasses and a marrying me- they took FOREVER to do! Once he chooses something it either works or he makes it work. So, we only took about 10 minutes to choose a tree.
Thanks goodness it only took 10 minutes- I had G on my back in the backpack- Poor kid, he looked like a stuffed sausage.
After we cut down the tree I wanted to let G loose to run around on the farm. Hubby decided it wasn’t in our best interest since it took the two of us to shove him into the backpack…
Finally, we were off to drag it to the tractor and went on to see the cute farm animals in the barn and ride the G scale train. Ham stated on the way home that Santa could take back the swing set he brought him last year and replace it with a whole farm- “You know, with all the animals and stuff!”
Funny pee story: Before we left I knew Ham needed to potty before we headed home. I took him in the port-a-potty and pulled down his three layers of pants and begged him to stand to pee. No go. He stood there looking at the gross toilet and said – “I don’t have to go.” Knowing we had a two hour drive home, I grabbed him around the waist with my FREEZING cold hands to hover him over the potty. As soon as I touched him he started screaming “NO! NO Don’t touch me!” Then “Hurry, Hurry- I do have to go!” I bend over him lifting him with my forearms under his arm pits to try to keep him from falling into the potty and my face is, well it’s, RIGHT THERE almost in the toilet. It is then that I realize, as he is trying not to pee on his snow pants, that I am bending at the waist and my butt is hanging out of the open door of the port-a- potty for all the world to see. It wouldn’t have been so bad if my butt hadn’t been poured into my snow pants, Cira 1996, which was my last year in college when I worked (and worked out) at a gym and before I had two children!
When we arrived home- Hubby cut two feet off the bottom of the tree to make it work, we forgot to water it by the third day and it dried up and the needles made a HUGE mess yesterday when we took it down. But, I loved the smell and the fact that I could make topiaries on the front porch with the extra branches and that my electrician husband is “in charge” of the lights. (Fine by me- that’s the worst job!) So we will go for it again next year. It started a magical Christmas season for us…
Couple of special notes- Ham and Hubby add a piece to the train every year – it’s their thing. Ham made the gingerbread cookies with my Mother-in-Law on Dec. 4 while I was at a wedding. G ate all the candy off of the cookies the week after Christmas. Every time we turned around he had a piece in his mouth- GROSS!
