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He no longer needs a push
It seems yesterday he did.
He no longer asks for a tickle
It seems yesterday he did
He no longer begs for a piggy
It seems yesterday he did
Love to have those days again
It seems yesterday we did
Sorry I haven't been active lately (if there is anyone out there that actually pays attention xD)
But yea been super busy with two jobs, what happened to summer vacation? This picture is about not wanting to grow up and how no matter what age I am I plan on staying a child at heart.
To be utterly accurate, at the time it was still called "The Connecticut Post Shopping Center". The "Mall" name came later.
crawl. walk. run. ride. drive. fly.
seems like i'm just preparing myself for the day when she leaves. :( time's flying too fast.
so i'm finally coming out of lurking mode and start contributing again. i feel rusty. i gotta get it back soon: the weather's getting nice. we're gonna do more things to get us out of the house=more shooting ops! hope all is well with you, my friends! i've missed your streams immensely!
copyright 1946, 1953, 1959
Very personally yours. Same idea... and don't forget: "Dainty is as dainty does"!
And now I really want the Walt Disney production, "The Story of Menstruation," advertised inside the front cover. I bet that's the one I saw in fourth grade that traumatized me to no end.
I remember coming back from Spain and feeling that I was different. I didn’t look at everything the way I did before and when I tried to identify the parts of me that had changed I felt lost. I remember comparing it to a blender that was filled to the top and could not blend since there was no room for anything to move. Looking back almost a year later I am beginning to find the answers.
I feel that Granada gave me a sense of independence and freedom that I did not have at home. I answered to no one. I remember times sitting with friends and thinking that at that exact moment no one back home knew where I was. I felt a sense of separation. Coming back to what I had been separated from was difficult for me. It was hard to fit back into my old life with the new sense of identity that I had gained.
Once I got back from Italy this past summer I got back to my room (which has always been a reflection of myself) and felt that it was unlivable. I was debating moving into the guest bedroom to get away from the person I was. I wanted so badly to strip away everything and start anew. Starting such a great task required the smallest of steps. I started out by donating everything I didn’t use or want anymore. Needless to say, I tackled my closet and ended up donating the majority of it to Planet Aide, a nonprofit group that helps children in Africa and South America.
I got to the Converse shoe boxes that I had collected over the years. I remember how proud I was of my collection. I remember wearing those shoes in high school, to shows, on trips, and during some of the most unforgettable days and years of my life. I had debated donating them before but always left them, feeling as though I could not let go of that part of my life. It meant so much to me. This time around I let them go.
I feel as though I have grown up and changed so much. I remember the person I used to be, who never wanted to get married, who wanted to save the world, who used to hate everything, and I don’t see that person anymore. I see a new, reborn person that wants to love, that wants to give every part of her to see those she cares about happy. I want to be happy and I am. I am ready to let go of the past because the present is beautiful and the future is bright. I am embracing adulthood with wide open arms and I am leaving the past as it is.
My life has been one hell of a story and as I grow, I realize that the days that pass much too quick are new pages to my story. The emotions, the experiences, the people who say that I have come a long way they are all a part- a part of growing up.
and Lorel sits on the sidewalk for me :)
sometimes it hits me, that this is all happening. this growing-up thing, that TIME has been passing while i was busy living and all the things that seemed forever distant are now approaching rapidly.
and how did i lose so much in such a short time, and gain so much in such a short time?
and is it okay that i still love bright colours and rubber ducks and red balloons?
and how exactly are you supposed to grow up?
Every day he becomes more of a big boy...
(Background and grunge brushes by SkeletalMess. Overall texture is one of my own to be posted eventually...)
iPhone 4s
Our son is now 3 months old. They grow up so fast but he's doing so incredibly well. I imagine he'll be crawling shortly, since he's already completely holding his head up, sitting up almost on his own, and rolling over on to his sides (but not his belly yet).
8.5 months old, 69.5 bs <3
He always watches when there's a kid waiting to get on the bus, either at the window, or from the driveway. Sometimes, if it's one of the girls, he lets out a sigh, and walks away from the window. When it's the boys, he races me back to the house because he knows it's time for his peanut butter kong :)
2nd birthday party. Hard to believe 'cause I certainly haven't aged any.
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Polaroid SLR 680
Polaroid 600 Film
So here’s the Polaroid shot from our little mini Kindergarten graduation shoot that we did. I shared the digital shots over on Instagram and Facebook. Can’t believe she’s moving on to 1st grade!
Really had the best time this year visiting with the burrowing owls at Brian Piccolo Park in Cooper City, Florida.
Over the weeks, even months, that we drove out to photograph them, each visit seemed to be so different. Sometimes they were learning to test their wings, sometimes they would be learning to play, sometimes learning to hunt and catch their own food. It was always a joy to observe them as they were learning about the world around them.
In this image, this juvenile burrowing owl was practicing catching things it was interested in and handling them in their claws and paying with the objects. I couldn't help but equate this action of development and discovery to what our own young babies experience - their mouths, their hand, their feet, etc. Their learning curve is steep, as they don't spend too long with their parents and family unit before they are ready to head off on their own.
I have already told Tom that next year, we have to remember the joy that we felt watching them grow up and I will be anxiously awaiting the "next batch" of them. :-)
Thanks so much for stopping by to view and for all of your comments and thoughts. Much appreciated!
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I've been doing some scanning. This clip from our local newspaper in the 1970s shows my sister (left) and her friend during a public school teachers' strike. They made their own sign and stood in the median of a highway to protest the strike. The girls didn't want the school year to be extended into the summer. Their public objection caught the attention of a newspaper photographer.
I was cleaning out my closet and came across my first generation iPod. Looking through my old playlists gave me the idea to start a poster series about my favorite albums.
August and Everything After, by Counting Crows, is one of my favorite CDs ever, and I listened to it a ton in my early teens. I wanted to design an album cover with type that includes the song list as well as the way I was feeling at the time.
The concept is based on a combination of memories from this time. The center circle is representative of the moon, and the bokeh to the left conjure memories of headlights in the rain at night. Even the title of the album holds meaning, because I began to listen to it during the fall. All of my memories from this time remind me of this album and vice versa - so this had to be the first in the series.
I've started working on my next piece and will be posting it soon! :)
"You're a Young Lady Now." copyright 1952.
All about becoming a lady: "This little book is about an experience that will make a big change in you. It happens to every girl in the world, and it's going to happen to you, too. It's time to open both eyes and get even better acquainted with yourself."
An illustration of my feelings, thoughts and my relation to the world around me...
Explored September 3rd.
“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
― Sylvia Plath
My daughter's very first and very last day at elementary school. Isn't it interesting how in our children's development, some things change while other things remain the same?
Children are the future and by sharing time, love, energy and honest concerns they grow into beautiful adults. In the mean time enjoy them in every stage of life one day at a time. A day at the beach or an afternoon in the backyard or at the park can mean the world to a child and to the parent too. Cherish the moments good and bad and count your blessings.
PS Tell Spotify, Alexa and Sire to play music by
JOHN WILLIAM HAMMOND - it's great!
flic.kr/p/2pnLRes A safe link to a lovely nature/video.