Time Slide

I keep having this fantasy of moving away to a small wooded town that has a river running through it, endless sunshine, crisp blue skies, and time that I can stop dead in its tracks.

I figure if life feels like its moving slowly then it will be moving slowly.

But I know it’s just a ruse. This fantasy of mine. So I don’t even tell my man that I’ve been dreaming of our escape where we will all sit around in a homey cabin staring at each other while time stands still.

Instead I blink and I add another title to another event in iPhoto like “First Day of School 2010” and I continue contemplating the pros and cons of botox.

And sometimes in between the loads of laundry and loading the dishwasher and paying the bills, I’ll try to stop and make time stand still right here in the middle of my bustling LA life.

I’ll try and stop the ticking clock by sitting down with my Tommy boy to listen to his scratchy 3-year-old voice say “I love you mama…” and we’ll hug and cuddle and build train tracks and I’ll learn how to chug just like I’m supposed to as I play the part of Lady or Rosie or Henry or whatever other character I’m assigned to be.  And I’ll breathe in deep to see if I can hold onto the moment. And maybe I do –  but then it slides into another moment.  And then it all just keeps picking up speed…..seconds sliding into minutes sliding into hours and then days and weeks and then it all ends up crashing into one big time slide that has added up to years.

But then –  there are photographs.

Ones that I can stare at for what seems like hours at a time just studying the moment as it was right then.  Right there.  I study the smiles and the freckles and the light and the curve of the eyebrows and the cheeks and the background and the expression and I can forget my wooded fantasy escape for a while….because in that moment, I feel like my fantasy has come true.

Time is standing still.

Tommy 2010

End of Summer 2010

Tommy End of Summer 2010

3-year-old deliciousness

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6-year-old Phoebes – vibrant, emotional, bursting with love and everything else.

Claire 2010

8-year-old Claire – wise, crisp, challenging, filled with heart and big sisterness.

The threesome

Tommy desperately wanting to be like the big kids…..

Climbing a wall

…..but not making it over the wall.


Claire asleep

My long-limbed firstborn whom I could stare at forever when she’s sleeping….

Tommy's First Day

Tommy’s First Day of Pre-School – no tears for him or his mama. Whew. At least not on Day One. Day Two was an entirely different story.

First Day of School 2010School begins….1st Grade and 3rd Grade

Happy Monday…..here’s to slowing down a moment in time today….

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20 Responses to “Time Slide”

  1. Sherri says:

    Oh, I can relate to this….darn time, always speeding up and slipping through my fingers. That’s what I love about pictures, and I think I need to take more!

    Visiting from Twitter! Nice post..

    • Lee says:

      Thanks for the RT and thanks for stopping by to read! Time slipping through my fingers….I know everyone feels the same way….so universal I guess. Have a great day!

      Lee

  2. Amy says:

    The photos are precious because of those precious faces.

    Thank you also for the awesome Catalina photos and for the reminder to savor THIS time.

    • Lee says:

      Yay! Glad you got the Catalina photos….so awesome right? And there are MANY more to come. I think I need to make an album of just that trip. I think I will. 🙂

  3. Amy @ bitchin' wives club says:

    Your kids are so gorgeous… It does feel like time is quizzing by so fast and I worry about not appreciating the lids enough at these ages. I will continue snapping photos and hoping that they stay sweet, I guess. 🙂

    And I can’t believe how much you get done with three young kids!

    • Lee says:

      Wow dude. Thanks for cruising by. I guess the planets have aligned since it’s so hard for either one of us to get to each other’s blogs! But you know I dig you immensely… 😉

      Yeah, I do my best snapping as many photos as possible and well, it’s the only thing I can do to stay sane with this time thing. I mean, are we really living without a photograph to prove it? 🙂 Hope all is well my friend…

      Lee

  4. ash says:

    Oh, you guys make the most beautiful babes. Good for you for taking lots of shots.

    I look back on when our kids were babies and thank the Lord that Hubs took a lot. Just seeing one or two reminds me that there were way more good times than bad, even though everything was a complete freakin’ blur.

    XO

  5. Melissa says:

    My youngest is going to be thirteen on Sunday so I completely understand what you mean!

    • Lee says:

      I know that age will get here before I know it and just wow….it’s so hard to live in each moment appreciating it all right now…but I’m trying. Thanks for coming by…truly. 🙂

      Lee

  6. Wow, the pics are amazing, so warm. I totally get your point about freezing time. There are so many great things about my boyz being 6, but oh sooo many things about them being 1, or 2, or maybe 3….time really does fly

    @tiffanystoybox

    • Lee says:

      Thanks so much for stopping by and reading … always nice to have someone new cruise by. Or at least I think you’re new! 🙂 So it sounds like you have twin boys? If that’s true,
      probably makes it extra tough to stay in the moment and enjoy it. Time must be going doubly fast for you! 🙂

      Have a great day!

      Lee

      • Yes, I am new to your blog, this my first comment, but I do follow you on twitter. As for the twins, yes, I do feel like I didn’t really have the full opportunity to watch either of them grow individually since I had to tend to both of them, so I try to enjoy them as much as possible! 🙂

  7. they are gorgeous, lee. and that boy — my heart. what a little love. you are also inspiring me to get out the camera. it’s been put away too much lately.

    and the trains — we haven’t been doing much of that, but I have fully embraced the art of light saber battling. it’s so worth it to breathe it in and hold it right there, isn’t it?

    miss you.

    • Lee says:

      HI girl! I keep wondering when trains will turn into light sabers. But he has no big bros to look up to – only dolls and princesses and stuffed animals from his big sisters. But I’m sure SOMEONE will introduce him to light sabers!! Just not sure who….

      Miss ya too!

      Lee

  8. Those precious photos are the best—your children look so healthy and happy (with great hair and eye colors!). Seems all I can talk about these days is how mine are growing up and changing. Fourteen and 12 and 10 years ago I didn’t take too many photos of them and I really regret it. Oh, and make sure there are photos of you too.

  9. Ooooh, this made me tear up- my kids are 14,(boy-man) 6, (a fairy girl) and 4, (my heart on a platter), and as that last little boy slips out of babyhood smoothly into a fireman costume with pink boots, I cherish him so.

    I grab him and squeeze him far more often than he would prefer, and I call him “Baby-man”, which he tolerates graciously. It’s not even so much that he’s “last”, as I’m not set on that, so much as he’s the one I know the truth with.

    The other two, I hadn’t yet learned that there truly is no “in a minute”, and that by the time I was ready for them, they may be otherwise engaged. So we build bug houses and we play inspector and oh, I feel ya, sister. Love this post.

  10. Jack says:

    It is getting harder and harder to see the babies that my kids used to be. Time moves too fast.

  11. Michelle says:

    Love the pictures. I wish I could slow down time sometimes but we can’t.

  12. Becky says:

    I am late to this party, but I had to say: those kids are gorgeous! But I bet you know that!

    I hope preschool is chugging along. At my house, we are reluctant in the morning and carefree at pick-up time. Which I guess is okay!

  13. Alexandra says:

    I’m a mom to teen boys, and people don’t realize it goes quicker than those warn you it will.

    What I wouldn’t give to turn back the clock to the days that I thought would last forever, when they asked, “play trains, mama? play trains?” If I knew then what I know now, I’d put down that toilet brush so fast, and go play.

    Icky toilets be damned, they’d be there tomorrow. But, playing trains, wouldn’t.

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