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Hello friends,

Just wanted to pop in and say that all is well.  We’re plugging away doing whatever it is that seems to keep us busy from sun up to sun down.  These days its trying to keep summer practical, productive and (hopefully, if I play my cards right) a little magical too.  Our big summer adventures begin late next week, and while I’m excited for the escape and distraction of travel, I’m also trying to remember that daily life can be wonderful as well.  I’m not quite sure yet how to turn the mundane (or even the miserable) into the magical, but I know it has everything to do with my attitude and that my attitude has been way too fixated on our struggles instead of our abundant blessings.  Shame on me!  So my goal this summer is to have fun regardless of the good, the bad and the ugly.  I want to enjoy this summer even if the kids are cranky or bored, or there are 10 loads of laundry to wash and fold, or the kids have eaten me out of house and home again, or … or … or …

You’ll notice there are no pictures with this post.  My computer is still totally lame and “get a new computer” is high on my to do list.  Eventually I’ll be able to edit and post pictures again without cursing and banging my head against the wall.  Until then, you can catch up with daily life and our occasional adventures on Instagram.  I’m @rebeccamudrick.

xoxo,

Reb

On the Trampoline

We’ve been spending so much time on the trampoline lately.  Okay, when I say “we” what I actually mean is “they” with me making an occasional appearance to flip around, take a few photos, and go back to doing whatever Mom’s do when the kids are happy and busy (like sneak down to the basement and have a spoonful or two of this while no one is looking).  It’s been pretty heavenly.

xoxo

R

Shannon - Trampolines are heaven sent! We even have one here! PS Super jealous of that summer look you have going on there!May 16, 2013 – 12:59 PM

And then he turned 8

I’m still not entirely sure how my sweet Noah Boah can be eight … but we spent an entire weekend celebrating so it must be true.  I feel like child rearing – for me anyway – consists of really really really looooooooong days (especially when the big boys were all little) that somehow (magically, I’m sure) make up months and years that simply fly by.  How long days equal short years is beyond me, but that’s how it seems to work around here.  Noah is eight.  Eight!

(sob)

Noah’s birthday was all about chocolate (in this case, homemade dark chocolate pudding with whipped cream and chocolate chips – YUM!) and legos.  We have so many legos in this house we should open up shop.  Seriously.  At eight years old, Noah is developing a truly hilarious sense of humor and makes up long poems – all rhyming of course – in his head that he can recite on command.  He is polite, and sensitive, and sweet as can be.  Goodness, I love this kid so so much.

Happy Birthday dear Noah!

xoxo

Metta - Whhaaaaa? How is that possible? I swear he’s only four. And he loves THOMAS, not legos. Right? Amazing how this is all flying by.April 29, 2013 – 6:31 PM

Erin - It’s weird to think that when I first started reading your blog and admiring your photography he was your littlest monkey.April 30, 2013 – 5:35 AM

Thinking of Boston

Each Patriot Day we lived in Boston, we’d take a 10 minute walk up to Coolidge Corner, buy lunch and picnic along Beacon Street – somewhere around the 24 mile mark on the marathon route.  And each year we’d stay for hours cheering on weary runners, moved to tears by their determination and the thousands who show up to clap for and encourage people they’ve never met.  The marathon was always one of my most favorite things about living in Boston and left me inspired and wishing life could be more like that in general.  Why don’t we cheer each other along more?  Really?  So I have been struggling to grasp the events of yesterday.  How could something so moving turn into something so tragic?  We live in crazy times, and it scares the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of me.

I’ve been wondering how to turn my feelings of heartache into something productive, and how to teach my boys to do the same.  So I’ve decided to focus on what I always take away from the marathon: that there is something truly amazing that happens when we bypass feelings of fear, guilt, jealously, selfishness, apathy, etc. (i.e. get over ourselves) and cheer each other on.

Anyway, a big chunk of my heart will always belong in Boston and right now my thoughts and prayers do too.

xoxo,

Reb

p.s. this image is from the 2007 marathon … our last before we moved.

ellen patton - I was at Mile 19 yesterday morning at 8:15am with 13 blankets to save space for church friends. It was warm and sunny and beautiful. Interestingly, my friends didn’t bring water to give the runners this year but we gave LOTS of high-fives! It was a really fun time until the bombs went off. I’m a bit jumpy today (I work at MIT) hearing sirens and helicopters.

Patriots Day will always be Boston’s best day.April 16, 2013 – 10:16 AM

Rebecca - Hey Ellen, I can imagine you’re jumpy and a bit shell shocked today. So glad you were able to enjoy most of the marathon yesterday with friends. I’d imagine it’s going to be awhile before the community recovers … Sending love and hugs your way.April 16, 2013 – 12:41 PM

Kate - Beautifully said. I’m so sad about this.April 16, 2013 – 8:05 PM

dena - I’m still unable to talk about this, it hurts too much. We were always down there for Marathon Monday too, the city’s favorite tradition :(April 17, 2013 – 8:15 AM

It’s Time

There has been a stack of boxes in my basement that I’ve been avoiding for the last 20 or so months.  My initial excuse was, “I’m going to take 6 months off work so there is no need to unpack my office just yet” and then … well … the idea of jumping back on the portrait biz bandwagon just wasn’t something I could wrap my brain around anymore.  But that took awhile to admit to myself, and then there was some grieving to do, and then I just needed to let it all sit and be and see how it felt.  And then, suddenly, I was ready.  So I’ve been tackling all those boxes: shredding, donating or tossing nearly everything.  Through the process I’ve felt so much pride in what I built, gratitude to the clients who helped me build it, and a little bit bummed that I’m letting it go for the time being – even though I know it’s exactly the right thing for myself and my family.  For the most part the process has been cathartic, but when I’ve gotten overwhelmed Dr. Dan – being the amazing man that he is – has whisked me away to “eat my feelings”.  We talk about my work and what’s next over gourmet grass-fed burgers, sweet potato fries, and the most amazing milk shakes imaginable.  Not cheap in terms of calories, but for a therapy session it’s a pretty good bargain!

So, what is next?  I’m not exactly sure yet, but I have lots of interests and ideas and a pretty good sense of what makes me tick.  I have a gorgeous medium format camera sitting in a closet just begging to be used … so I also hope to mess around the explore more with both digital and film.  And I anticipate always being available to shoot just a little – here and there – for long time clients, family and dear friends.  Cause sometimes I’m just going to need to get my fix, you know?

So, that’s where I’m at.  Just thought I’d throw it out there.  You know, in case anyone was wondering.

With much love to all,

Reb

p.s. posting this was a lot harder then I thought it would be.  That picture of my website pretty much did me in … it’s kind of like saying goodbye to my fifth child.  Thankfully, it doesn’t have to be goodbye forever … not if I don’t want it to be.

Metta - No, it doesn’t have to be forever. But it can be, if you find a sixth child you love more dearly. xxxxoooo Thanks for sharing a bit of your heart.March 21, 2013 – 10:05 PM

Chelsey - I wondered what you’d been up to since the move. I think life has seasons. And it’s imperative to regroup when the time is needed … and focus on what needs focusing on. You always do that so well. Thank you for being you. xoxoMarch 22, 2013 – 2:44 PM

dena robles - I hear you. And I agree with Metta, and Chelsey too. But seeing your website up there nearly did *me* in. Good thing I know a few other medium format cameras that want to play with your medium format camera when you are ready.March 22, 2013 – 7:07 PM

me again - Oh, and please count me in for those sweet potato fries and the most amazing milk shakes imaginable.March 22, 2013 – 7:08 PM

Rebecca - Definitely! Along with a delicious veggie burger???March 23, 2013 – 11:09 AM

Rebecca - Yes, yes … I need to schedule a trip up north to play. I think shooting is going to be the best therapy for me right now and especially shooting my lovely Bronwyn. I’ll text you this week with potential dates … :)March 23, 2013 – 11:10 AM

Rebecca - I was thinking about that too … how life has seasons. Thank you for always being so kind Chelsey, so kind and so supportive!March 23, 2013 – 11:11 AM

Rebecca - Love this thought Metta, about possibly finding a sixth child. Who knows what the future has in store … a blank slate is overwhelming but it’s also pretty darn exciting too! xoxoMarch 23, 2013 – 11:12 AM

annie - It made me sad to read this post because I know what a huge part of your life it has been, but that being said you are so crazy talented you could go back if it ever felt right or you will discover a new outlet. You are so gifted that whatever you decide to do next will be just as amazing! love you sis!March 27, 2013 – 4:24 PM

Shannon Ashton - Whatever you do, you do it so well. I know whatever comes next will not be an exception.April 9, 2013 – 11:02 AM