Falling down laughing

The craziness never stops around here. I don’t even remember what was happening, or if she started crying after she fell. I do know that she’s laughing here! She probably didn’t fall either; she’s probably rocking back and forth. I saw this as I was going through all my January pics and knew I wanted to edit it.

Girl caught in motion of falling while laughing. Photo by Not So SAHM

Falling down laughing – ProjectEdit365 – 29 Jan

Her facial expression and posture call for a more dramatic edit. Head over to Project Edit 365 to see what the original looked like and how I edited it. Thank you!

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Snow Dance

There are three people in this house who love snow and one person who is just meh. I’m the meh. I was born in the South for a reason. But even I will admit that flurries like the ones below are beautiful. Mind you, I wasn’t out doing a happy dance in them, but that was taken care of for me by Ash.

Young girl in red dress dances in snow flurries. Photo by Not So SAHM

Snow Dance – ProjectEdit365 – 28 Jan

This was taken in 2012, five years ago, and I can guarantee you I wanted to practice stopping motion. Head over to Project Edit 365 to see how I edited the original pic. Thanks!

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Autograph

We’re back at the bowling alley. The girls were attending a birthday party and one of the party favors was a water bottle shaped like a bowling pin. So they all put their own names on their pins. This was back when Ash was 6 and signing her name was still a novelty. So much concentration.

Young girl signs her name on a water bottle shaped like a bowling pin. Photo by Not So SAHM

Autograph – ProjectEdit365 – 23 Jan

So, at this age, food is always on the face. I first healed out. . . head on over to my blog that I created specifically for my Project Edit 365. There you can see how I edited the original, plus all the other edits I’ve done. Thanks!

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Celebrate

Goodbye to the old

and welcome 2017!

Girl spreads arms in celebration. Not So SAHM

Celebrate – ProjectEdit365 – 27 Dec

I love the softness that shooting into the sun provides, but the original was too hazy due to the sun behind her shoulder. Head over to the blog I created just for Project Edit 365 to see what the original looked like and how I edited it! Thanks, and Happy 2017!

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Fair Food & Fun

There’s a lot going on in the picture (including plenty of food booths) except for one thing. Where are all the people?!

I’m actually happy about that. Fairs are usually full of people, and sometimes that’s not a fun thing. . .

Food booths and rides at the county fair. Not So SAHM

Fair Fun & Food – ProjectEdit365 – 02 Sep

I straightened the original, lowered the contrast, increased the clarity and vibrance. I shifted the tint towards magenta and then adjusted some of the individual colors to get the look I wanted. The original:

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Guest Post from my better half

I’m handing over the blog reins to my husband for a post. Many of you have seen his handywork in the comments of some of my posts, setting the record straight where I “obviously” needed to be corrected. Now, without further ado–unedited, unfiltered (obviously, since there are glaring half-truths about me):

Our Saturday (through the eyes of the man of the family)

     After working for 12 days in a row, I was looking forward to a weekend. Time with the family, time to catch up on some chores, some reading, maybe even go into town. Well, Fri night I tell Vicki, “let’s go to KC Sat.” She says “great” but I can tell by the look on her face that she really wants me to do the planning. OK. No problem. A few internet searches and between Fri night and Sat morning I have 3-4 places to go. Sat morning, Reagan throws out two more. OK then, flush my ideas. We’ll go to Paradise Park. It’s a kid focused “edutainment” center that has activities where kids play and learn at the same time.

     Like the good driver I’m trying to be, I have a blue tooth hands free set for my cell phone. That’s what I use when I drive so I don’t get distracted with all of the button pushing and holding it up to my head while driving. Well, it’s an hour to civilization so I decide to give my mom a call to use that time efficiently. Good idea, right? Wrong. As soon as I connect with Mom, Ashlyn starts coughing up a lung. Then she works on the other lung. At the same time, Reagan, who now sits in the 3rdrow of the truck because she thinks its cool, is trying to ask Vicki 101 questions on anything and everything. I also had to make a few turning decisions as the coughing and questions were going on. Then my mom was asking me questions on politics and it was making me actually think of policy positions on very complex matters. All of that put together caused what some would call a “snap”. My blood pressure goes up, I start flashing the “quiet down or I’ll whoop you” hand signals to Reagan and not so kindly ask Vicki why Ashlyn hasn’t been to the doctor again. Ahh, a stress free weekend… And I am known for my awesome stress management J

     After talking with my Mom, I apologize to Vicki, Reagan, Ashlyn, the Dodge, the next door neighbor, anyone else I can think of and then take a deep breath and get a grip. We get to Paradise Park and it was not very crowded. The kids had a great time and it was nice. Reagan painted her face. She also painted a “flower” on Ashlyn’s forehead which really looked like a yellow bruise so the “looks” from other parents already started. After the pretend bank, pretend grocery store, the cooking class, eating lunch, playing in the plastic ball pit and more it was time to go.

     Off to where you ask? A civil war battlefield? A sporting event? No. Shopping it is. Woohoo! I drop Vicki off at Jo-Ann fabrics and per Vicki’s request, I can take the girls anywhere I want, just not to Jo-Anns J. OK, Just kidding. She does want me to take them though so we head to the Christian bookstore. Awesome. I drive over there, open the hatch to get the stroller and …. no stroller. Vicki has taken the “permanent” stroller out of the truck. No problem, right? It’s only two kids. Well, it’s a 6 year old that asks more questions than Jeopardy participants and a 1 year old, I mean octopus, that loves destruction. I held Ashlyn most of the time but when I was picking up an item to put in the hand basket, I would put her down. Boom, off like a shot. Reagan says, “Ashlyn”, I look down to see books, a book display, wire frame and all strewn across the ground. I look around, “nothing to see here, move along” as I quickly try to reassemble the display. I needed to put Ashlyn down to look at the back of a t-shirt, she pulls everything out of my basket, then proceeds to the bottom shelf of CDs; those don’t need to be there, they look much better scattered all over the floor. “Nothing to see here, move along” as I realize my welcome, even at this fine establishment is probably wearing thin.

     So, it’s off to Target. We get there and yes, they have carts. Woohoo! Ashlyn’s now in a cart. After a bathroom mishap that made someone else think they were in the girls bathroom instead of the guys, the girls and I have an uneventful time perusing every toy aisle, outdoor activities aisle, game aisle, video aisle in Target. It was a great time and after another 6 hours (just kidding), Vicki says she is ready to be done at Joanne’s and I can go pick her up.

     Now, it’s off to dinner. TGI Fridays. A nice place. Vicki and I were feeling a little cocky as Ashlyn hadn’t acted up in a few weeks at a restaurant; surely we can handle her at TGI Fridays. Boy, were we wrong! The food takes a while to get there but when it does, Ashlyn woofs down over half of Reagan’s oranges. She won’t eat any macaroni, potatoes, or anything else. When the last orange is eaten, she points at the empty dish and starts screaming her head off. Not the “hey, I’m hungry, dish me up some more food” scream but the “hey, I’m having my nails pulled out by these torturers” scream. Half of the restaurant is now looking at us. OK, then. I pick up Ashlyn and try to comfort her. No joy. The waitress comes over and asks if the police need called (just kidding). We order another thing of mandarin oranges (contrary to what we would do at home) but we couldn’t let her scream her head off in public and ruin everyone else’s meal, could we? I pick her up and head for the lobby. It doesn’t even take 3 steps and she’s acting totally normal. I hang there for about 3 minutes and think, she’s OK, let’s head back. Bad move. As soon as I sit down with her in my lap, the “help me from these evil people” scream comes out. Back to the lobby. Another baby is yelling somewhere else in the restaurant. A staff lady looks at the smiling Ashlyn and says, “you wouldn’t do that, would you?” I look her straight in the eye and say, “that’s why were standing here.” She obviously doesn’t believe me that this “angel” could holler like that. Just then, I see the oranges arrive at the table. We go back, set Ashlyn down and she eats the entire thing of oranges in about 2 minutes. She’s smiling, laughing, pointing. Good old Ashlyn. Then, she eats an entire thing of mashed potatoes. I tell Vicki that this is the other Ashlyn, the first Ashlyn isn’t ours.

     We have an uneventful trip home. It was a great day with the family! I hope you enjoyed reading about it.

Du