*Waves* Hello 2 readers that I still might have. Holy cow, I’ve been very absent lately. You’d think I’m pregnant or something (which I am not). I’ve just been busy taking pictures of pretty people and making them prettier, on top of containing a bunch of 3 year olds all day. It’s exhausting at the end of the day and if I’m honest, I really haven’t felt like blogging.

I really want to keep up with things here, mostly for my sake. I have so many posts to look back on while Rylie was growing into toddler-hood and I want the same for Andrew. I feel bad I haven’t kept up as well with his milestones and growing, but life is crazy with two kids and two jobs. Hopefully I will be around here a little more now that I am starting to balance work, photography and life better.

Torie Lin Photography is doing great! I am loving my job. I absolutely love meeting new people and capturing a special moment in their lives. My favorite part of all is turning those images into something worth keeping. It’s been a learning process, but a fun one. I’ve had a few more newborn sessions, a pregnancy announcement, maternity session, and some family ones. It’s been a blast and I pray that it continues growing so I can keep doing what I love.

Andrew is almost 15 months old. WHAT!? Seriously, the 2nd child seems to grow up so much faster. He is such a smart little guy. He imitates everything his sister does and it is so fun to watch. We are struggling a bit with sharing toys though. Andrew doesn’t understand sharing yet, and Rylie thinks everything is hers. It’s been a constant battle, but I am hoping there will be some sort of break through soon (probably when Andrew starts fighting back, ha!) Andrew doesn’t say as many words as Rylie did at this age, but he sure tries. Most of the time it sounds like some sort of German-gebberish. Even though he doesn’t communicate actual words, he knows how to tell me things and he definitely knows what I am saying. I ask him to go find his milk and he does, or he will go to the pantry door and cry until I get him something to eat. Not the best way to do it, but he is communicating.

It is so much fun to watch them interact as well. Rylie has always shown affection to her brother by hugs (sometimes too tight), kisses and loving on him, but as of late he has been initiating the love. Out of the blue he walks up to her and gives her hugs. It doesn’t last long, but the moment is sweet. I also love watching them share a snack. Many times I give them each a cracker or two; they will both (without prompting) sit together at their kid table in their play room and eat the snack. I love looking out there and seeing those two get along.

Seth and I celebrated our 5 year anniversary on the 6th. Sometimes I can’t believe it’s 5 years, but I feel like it’s been much longer. I think having kids so soon after getting married has made us grow up quickly and experience many new things together. Make any sense? There have been ups, downs, struggles, and joys, but going through all these things together has made us closer than ever.

I think that is most of the catching up I have, for now. There are a few posts just sitting in my draft folder waiting to be finished, but I either can’t find the time to do so, or I sit staring at a blank screen with no words coming to my brain. One of these days I will share my thoughts again. For now I will leave you with some pictures of my cute kiddos.

It’s been a week and a half since I ran my first 1/2 marathon. I am finally coming off the high I had for the days following.  It really was that exhilarating. I’m not even joking about that. Don’t get me wrong, I felt like I was going to die or my knee shatter into tiny pieces (I’ll get to that in a minute) during the last 3 miles, but for about 5 days post race I felt the best I have in a long time. I don’t know if was the physical aspect, the adrenaline during the race, or just the pride I felt once completing it, but it felt good.

I didn’t get much sleep the night of the race. My alarm was set for 2:45am, but I was terrified I wouldn’t hear it and I’d miss the whole thing. So I dozed off and on for the 6 hours I was in bed, and eventually woke up before the alarm even had a chance to go off. I put my princess attire on, got all my race day gear and food together, and headed out the door. I rode with a few other women, some of which were training for full marathons. They were a bit intimidating, but offered some great advice.

There were SO many people there. We walked about 20 minutes to our starting corrals, took a bathroom break, and then lined up. It was insane, but super exciting. I think the fact alone that it was in Disney World pumped me up, and then seeing all the people in their costumes and the anticipation to run added fuel to the fire.

Another girl and I were in the same corral so we lined up together. Because of our potty break, we were in the back of the bunch so we made our way about half way through and patiently waited. Soon after we lined up, the Fairy God mother and a few other announcers came on a big screen and got the race started. I was in corral B so we had to wait our turn.

The Fairy God Mother and all the other racers shouted “bippity, boppity, boo” and it was on. Fire works exploded and people ran. Of course we had to wait for corral A to go first, but they had fire works for each one.

Once they got to ours I was ready to go. We made our way across the starting line and slowly picked up the pace. There were so many people that it was hard to get around everyone. I was weaving in and out, passing in the grass, and dodging slow people. This went on for about a mile or so, but it got whole lot better.

I felt so good for the first few of miles. My first one was a 8:15 min/mile. Awesome I thought. I knew I’d get slower as I went on, but I was shooting for a total of 2 hours and 10 minutes (around a 10 minute mile). I was at my goal at the half way point. If I would’ve stayed on track I would’ve finished in 2 hours 5 minutes. Then mile 9 happened.

My knee started to bother me. Great. I started having knee problems around Christmas time, but it had been fine for a little over a month. I thought I was in the clear. I kept going. I did not want to stop, but another 1/2 mile went by and I did. I was limping and upset.

I walked off and on for the next 2 miles. Every time I passed by the medical team I ran. I did not want them to see me limping for fear they would make me stop. At this point my goal time was out the window. All I wanted to do was finish. I got to mile 12 and started running again. Seeing all the family and friends cheering on their loved ones made me keep going. I didn’t want to stop that last mile.

As I saw the finish line approach I could feel my body tell me to stop. I crossed the finish line. I did it. I achieved a goal I made about 2 years ago.

Once I crossed and they placed the medal around my neck, all I could think about was water and sitting down. I did not like that they made you walk an extra 1/2 mile (or what seemed like it) to get water. They should have given you the medal and a bottle of water or Gatorade.

I walked to the finishers tent, got my knee wrapped, sat down and chugged a bottle of water. It was so humid and muggy, and I was dripping with sweat. It was gross, but I didn’t care. I ate some food and called Seth. He and the kids were waiting for me at the finish line. I think I sat there for another 15 minutes before I got up to meet them.

The kids were looking at me like they had no idea who I was. Maybe it was the crown on my head or being covered in sweat, but they were like uh, mom? Haha.

As soon as I got home I took a cold bath. It sucked, but it helped my muscles. Then I jumped in a nice hot shower. It was the best shower of my life.

My favorite part of the race was around mile 6. They lead you to the Magic Kingdom and you run down lit up Main Street towards the castle. You go through Tomorrow Land and the park. They lead you back through the castle while taking your picture. It was pretty awesome.

People ask if I would do it again. My response; in a heart beat. It was awesome, sucked, fun, exciting, painful, and great all at the same time.

I ended up finishing in 2 hours and 19 minutes (although my GPS said I ran 13.89 miles). Not too bad for a bum knee and my first half. Next time I will do it in 2 hours. That’s my goal!

I had the opportunity to do two momentous sessions for Torie Lin Photography this weekend. Saturday I had my very first newborn shoot (other than taking my own sons pictures) and Sunday evening I did my first maternity. I am so happy with how they both turned out and it’s only getting better from here.

Saturday morning I drove to 10 day old Landon’s house. I went to high school with Ray (the father). His wife and I realized we had the crafty gene in common and became friends. She asked to set up Landon’s newborn photos for the middle of February since his due date was on the 10th. Well, Mr. Landon didn’t want to wait any longer to meet his family and arrived a couple of weeks early. It was a good thing Becca and I had set everything up a few days prior. I even mentioned to her “in case he shows up early”.

I arrived to their house, met their other little boy (19 months) and searched their house for the best lit area. I gathered all of my gear from the car and began to set up. I wasn’t very nervous at all. I thought I would be, but they made me feel comfortable. Plus, little Landon was the sweetest little boy. He already weighed 8 pounds, so I wasn’t hesitant to hold him. (Btw, didn’t I just have a newborn? *Sigh*) He was awake for the beginning of the session, but mommy topped him off and he dozed back to dream land. The most memorable moment was before I even snapped one photo. I set up all the blankets and asked if they wanted to take his diaper off. I warned them that all babies poop and pee during sessions so it wouldn’t be a big deal if he did during his. No 2 seconds after we took his diaper off and get him into position, he peed a river. I couldn’t help but laugh. Becca was worried about ruining my stuff, but I came prepared. Other than that he didn’t go any other times during the 2 1/2 hours we shot. He slept the whole time and barely cried. All other babies have a lot to live up to.

Sunday evening I had my first maternity session. I had been looking forward to a maternity one for a while. I love working with kids and families, but there’s something about a glowing momma to be that creates the most stunning pictures.

Emma, the mom, is also a friend of mine. It is her first child so we had many options as far as location goes. She wanted more of a nature shoot, but I didn’t want them all in a field. We started in a popular downtown location and took a couple there. We finished the session in the field with the beautiful golden hour of light. I’ve been waiting to do a shoot with the perfect lighting and I finally got my chance. I was in Heaven. There were a few clouds in the sky, but once that sun peeked out I quickly repositioned them to take advantage of it. The session went very well, and I am so excited to finish editing the remaining photos.  Aren’t they a gorgeous couple?

Hopefully these two sessions are the first of many more to come. I loved, loved, loved them both and can’t wait to do more! I know I still have a lot to learn, but I am definitely enjoying the journey.

I often have clients ask me what to wear for their family session. I give them my tips and advice on what looks good in pictures. Some take it. Some don’t. If they don’t ask me for my opinion I often ask what their plan is. Many of them say “all white” or “all red” etc. I kind of cringe when they tell me that, but I kindly suggest other options that might look better in pictures. 9 times of out 10 they take my advice. It’s not a big deal if they don’t because that might be the look they are going for.

You might be curious to know what my tips are. Here are a few do’s and don’ts on what to wear for pictures.

Don’t color coordinate. Don’t wear all white, all black or any color for that matter. It is a little out dated and everyone ends up blending together.

Do wear patterns and colors that “go”. Patterns and textures are more visually appealing. Use a color palate or pick a few colors and work around those. (See photo below for an example) I also made a Pinterest board with outfit ideas for clients who are having a hard time finding something to wear. Here is the link.

Don’t wear something unflattering. If you are not comfortable with your arms, than don’t wear a tank top. Wear something that makes you feel good and flatters your figure. Remember ladies, heels make legs look longer

Do buy a few new clothing items. If you are investing in good family pictures take some time to think about what you will be wearing in your pictures.

Do layer clothing. Wear a blazer over a dress or a polo under a shirt. Tights with a skirt and boots look great as well. Scarves, accessories, headbands or bows for little girls. All of these things add visual interest. Just be careful not to throw everything on at once. You don’t want to over do it.

Do bring an extra change of clothes for little ones. Accidents happen and kids get dirty. Having a back up plan is necessary for those unpredictable babies.

Don’t wear logos. A big Nike check, GAP shirt or the like are very distracting in photos. Keep it simple and clean. Graphic tee’s are ok, but nothing over the top.

Do wear make up. Even if you’re not use to it put a little more on. It will keep you from washing out in photos.

Here are a few examples of outfits done right.

This is my family. Notice how we all have the same color scheme (red, blue, grey), but we are not matching.

(All pictures taken by Torie Lin Photography)

I hope this helped you get a better idea on what is visually appealing in pictures. Search blogs, look on Pinterest and really think about your outfits before getting your pictures taken. It can really turn an “ok” photo in to a “wow” photo that will have you smiling for years to come.

Happy birthday little man!

This past year has gone by so quickly. I feel like you are still a tiny newborn snuggling in my neck, except you aren’t. You are a walking, “talking” toddler who is becoming a little person.

You are such a joy to be around. You are the happiest little boy and oh, so friendly. Any one can hold you with out a fuss, of course after you check them out.

Your personality is so easy-going, but strong-willed and determined. You know what you want and go for it, even if it means taking it from your much bigger sister. That doesn’t stop you one bit. I think you think you are the same size as her.

I love listening to you “talk”. Sometimes I swear you are having a conversation with yourself. You start blabbing and spouting out words that make no sense, and it sounds like you answer yourself. You hear a word and repeat the sound, even if it makes no sense.

You are running around the house. Like literally running. When you see something you want you go full speed to get it because you know sissy is two steps behind you.

January has been one of the biggest growing periods for you not only physically, but mentally. I can definitely see a little toddler starting to emerge and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it. Both you and your sister are independent little things, but when you are hurt or sad you come running to me with your arms held over your head. Speaking of daddy you love him to pieces. You are his little buddy and he loves it. If he is sitting on the floor you go right over to him, plop down on his lap, and hang out for a few minutes. I love that you look up to him. I hope you always do.

Andrew, this last year has been such a blessing. You make us so happy and your sister adores you. I remember a year ago today (the 25th) waiting for your arrival. Since it was our second time going through it I wasn’t as nervous. I was more excited than anything. I couldn’t wait to see what you looked like and hold you in my arms for the first time. The moment I saw you my eyes filled with tears. You were so handsome. They placed you on my belly and I gave you a little squeeze and a small kiss. They took you away to clean you up and then brought the best smelling, most beautiful little boy I had ever seen back to me.

That night I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Even though I was tired and needed to rest, I couldn’t. I studied your sweet little face and they way you slept. I fell in love all over again and couldn’t wait to take you home.

Your sister came to meet you the very next day. Although she didn’t quite understand what was going on, she held you and gave you the sweetest kisses. Your relationship has grown so much this last year. I pray that you both love each other for the rest of your lives. I know there will be fighting, but I hope as you grow you become friends and look out for each other when hard times come. Your daddy and I won’t always be here, but you will have each other. I hope you keep family first. It is so important.

I pray that you come to know Jesus and  love him with all your heart. I can’t wait to see what talents and gifts He blesses you with as you grow. I pray you use those things for Him and His glory. Always remember how you were raised. Always shine His light and don’t be afraid to tell others about Him.

We love you so, so much little boy. Words can’t describe the love that we have for you. I can not wait to see how you grow and what you learn this coming year.

Happy 1st birthday handsome.

My daughter and I were walking out of school hand in hand. This is something we do every day, but this time something struck me. I looked down and noticed how much smaller hers were than mine. How they fit so perfectly into mine. I grabbed it just a little bit tighter and savored the moment. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, or a big milestone. It was a moment that got me thinking. Her hands are continually growing. One day they will not fit in mine as they do now. Heck, there will be a day when she won’t want to hold my hand anymore. That day can stay far away for now, but it will be here before I know it.

I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again, parenting small people is hard. Parenting in general is hard, but man is it worth it. I love that my children still depend on me. They still need me to hold them, to brush their teeth, and put them to bed. They still need me to tie their shoes, prepare their meals and kiss them good night (although that one better last for as long as they live in my house! ) It’s not that I need to feel needed, which we all do want at times, but it’s the realization that they are still little and innocent. Boy do I wish I could keep them innocent forever. It is such a beautiful thing. I wish I could shield them from the “bad guys” forever. I can not. But, I can live in the moment and embrace their innocence as long as it lasts.

I never want to forget what it felt like to hold that little hand. Or rock them before bed. Or balance them on my hip. One day those things will come to an end and a new stage of life will begin, but I will always remember those memories of sweet, innocent babies who needed me.

Who is ready for another photo session give away? Valentines day is right around the corner and what better way to celebrate than with a bunch a great pictures with your spouse, kids, fur babies, or even parents. Keep it for your self or give it to a friend in need. There just a couple of things you must do to be entered.

1. Like my photography page Torie Lin Photography on Facebook. (If you already do you are one step closer to entering)

2. Share the picture on my page with the contest rules. Just click the share button.

3. Let me know you did so by either commenting here on my blog, or on my Facebook page.

Here are a few other details you should know before entering: you can enter once per day by sharing the picture on Facebook until January 23rd at midnight. I will be randomly be drawing a name and the winner will be announced on January 24th. You do not have to use your session before Valentines day, but it will expire by March 1st 2013. Session can include up to 6 people. Please be honest when entering.

If you do not end up winning, but would like to book a session anyway my contact info is TorieLinPhoto@gmail.com. Full sessions are $75 for an hour to an hour and a half. Here are some more details about sessions on my website Torie Lin Photography.com.

This past Sunday a few of my friends, my mom, and I did the Color Run. I gotta say that it was a ton of fun! It reminded me of something I would’ve done in college. I haven’t participated in something like that in a long time.

If you are confused about what a color run is, well this is the run down. It is a 5k race (which is not timed, so most people walked it). There are volunteers that are stationed at every 1k and throw colored powder at you. Every kilometer is a different color, so by the end of the race you look like a beautiful (or rather messy) rainbow. What’s the point you ask? To have fun really. The proceeds went to the Harvest Food Bank and you get to have a lot of fun with your friends, which we did! See for yourself.

Before

All the people

I am soo far behind on this, seeing as how he will be 1-year-old in a couple of weeks. My little man turned 11 months on Christmas day. It has been a wonderful month filled with walking running around the house, chasing sissy, and getting into may things he shouldn’t.

Weighs 22.5 pounds. His weight gain has really slowed down since he is walking.

30″ tall.

Wearing mostly 12-18 month clothing. He is so much skinnier than Rylie at this age.

Top two teeth are almost through. He still only has four, but I think more are on the way.

Only says a few words, but he mimics every sound he hears. He especially loves to copy his sister. They have screaming matches sometimes. It’s so lovely (sarcasm).

He is starting to get a little bit of separation anxiety. He doesn’t cry when I drop him off with my mom during the week, but he’s been crying at church. It only lasts for a second and gets over it.

And on that note he loves his BiBi (my dad). He is the first one Andrew will go to and just sit content with. When we are at their house Andrew will follow my dad around until he picks him up.

Eats anything and everything. I have to say that I have been blessed with great eaters (so far). Andrew is not picky at all!

He has the worst temper. I have never seen a baby throw such a fit. He had a full on kicking and screaming fit a few days ago. I didn’t expect that until closer to two.

Besides his occasional temper fits, he is such a great little boy. He is pretty easy-going, but is a busy little thing. Always going, going, going. I can already see a difference in the way girls and boys play at such a young age. He loves to bang on everything and make tons of noise. He can’t play with one thing for too long and loves sports balls. He hits things, throws and destroys anything he gets his hands on, and he is already starting to climb. Lord help me.

This has been one of my favorite songs by For King and Country ever since my mom and I saw them at Rock the Universe this year. I hope and pray I can live this quote every day of my life.

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