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Four Rolls of Film

Posted in Nostalgia, on growing up, Photos by Allie on August 19, 2011

People, I just got surprised by some film I got back from the lab. I was expecting mostly recent photos, but instead I got a pile of gems from the last year and a half (plus). Some of the shots were taken so long ago, I thought I got someone else’s film. There are some from last year’s trip to Poland, some with the baby Buddy, and even one from a film I worked on in another life.







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Nice Day for a Walk

Posted in Nostalgia, toddler, video, walking by Allie on April 18, 2011

There was an ever-so-short amount of time where Samson liked walking with me, holding tight to my hand wherever we went. It passed so quickly, and now he wriggles and protests and would much rather walk all by himself. Little Mr. Independent. Anyway, I was going through old videos and I realized I forgot to post this film Auntie Calla did for us at Halloween. October 31st, 2010 not only marked Samson first time trick-or-treating, it also marked Samson’s first real walk, which I guess could also mark the birth of Mr. Independent. He didn’t want to hold my hand then either. He just whined and flapped his little duck wings wildly.

And speaking of walking, you might want to ask Ms. Evans about Samson’s on-camera walking skills. That, or, stick around for the bloopers at the end.


Where does the time go…?

Posted in Nostalgia, on boys, on growing up by Allie on February 11, 2011

Merry Christmas to All

Posted in Nostalgia by Allie on December 25, 2010
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Tiny Baby Surprise

Posted in baby, Nostalgia, toddler by Allie on September 27, 2010

On the eve of Samson’s birthday, I picked up prints from a roll of film that I had no idea was almost exactly 1 year old. It was rather fitting to get a tiny baby surprise (4 days old!) right around the time we’d be celebrating his 1st birthday, which, by the way, we did up—all up!–on the weekend, so stay tuned for photos from that raucous party.


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Happy 80th.

Posted in baby, Nostalgia, on family, on growing up, on travel by Allie on August 20, 2010

Samson’s not going to remember this trip except through pictures, which is really too bad because he’s having an awesome time.

And this, folks, is what we travelled thousands of kilometres for:  Mr. S and his Great-Grandfather on his 80th birthday.

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Before Upcycling Was Cool, Part 2

Posted in Nostalgia, on growing up by Allie on July 20, 2010

As promised ages ago, here are pictures of my Dad’s hipster cool upcycled book shelves—made from bricks, cinder blocks and wooden planks. Sorry, these really were the best photos of them. Though I guess a picture of me busting a move isn’t so bad until you find out that as a kid, I thought I was psychic because I could “predict” when the next drum beat was coming in pop songs on the radio. Yes, I am the perfect mixture of my dad (musical) and my mom (level of musicality ends at being able to tell when the band is playing and when it is not).

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Before upcycling was cool

Posted in crafty, Nostalgia by Allie on April 13, 2010

Before upcycling was cool my mom made this toy box for me. She covered a cylindrical box in shelf liner—can you guess what she repurposed to make it?



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Ordinary Day

Posted in home life, Just Sayin', Nostalgia by Allie on March 18, 2010

You’re taking a nap with your little one; he’s on your chest, breathing deeply, snoring a little bit. You’re out walking your dog, and the forest smells particularly fresh that day. You wake up early, creep out onto the deck, so as not to wake your loved one, have your morning coffee in silence, the air is still a bit moist from the night before, and then as you finish your cup, he comes around behind you and kisses you, right behind your ear. And you think, this, THIS is the moment I want to remember. But you don’t. You remember birthdays and trips and bigger, more documented events.

I pretty much always have a camera attached to me (whether it’s some LATFH incarnation or my D700), so we’re pretty good about catching more ordinary moments, but still there are photos I wish I had just stopped waiting to take until the time was perfect, because I’ve already missed some of those moments, and Samson’s only 5 1/2 months old. I know Bobbi thinks parents are doing their kids a disservice with pics using your camera phone, but I think if you have a decent enough phone, it’s the perfect tool to catch those ordinary, day-to-day occurrences. Combine that with twitter, and suddenly you have a record of your kid’s early life for when you don’t remember anymore. Also, I like to think that Samson and his friends will be nostalgic for those grainy pics, just as we are nostalgic for polaroid and film.

Inspired by Katrina Kenison reading from her book, The Gift of An Ordinary Day (warning: you will cry—the video’s at the bottom of this post), I took some pictures of Samson this week. I didn’t pick a special outfit, I didn’t wipe up his mouth or style anything around him. I stopped hoarding my remaining polaroids and just took some photos when we were hanging out in the kitchen, as we do every day.




Big Dumb…

Posted in Just Sayin', Nostalgia by Allie on February 23, 2010

When my new computer finally arrives, she will have a wonderful feminine name (predecessors were Philippa/Pip and Alma), but for now I’m gratefully saddled with BDF, one of my Dad’s many computers, which stands for Big Dumb…I’ll let you fill in the rest.

It’s not fart.

While this machine is not an old clunker, and certainly has some pep, he’s a desktop, which I’m unaccustomed to, so he just feels utilitarian. MOST IMPORTANTLY he runs the programs I need and will get me over this awkward “between computers” phase. But I kind of feel like I’m living with Bruno the Garbage man.

He’s big, he’s awkward and clunky, he’s doesn’t wear the sharpest clothes, but he always has a way of carrying me along just when I need him. Thanks, Dad.

Not to be outdone, yesterday my mom helped me make made uszka (regularly reserved for Christmas) so Mr. S’ Auntie Joshna could try them, AND she’s trecking all the way downtown from Mississiberia to help me with Mr. S while I get my sick wrists checked out.

Yeah, I lucked out in the parent department.

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