Mom and Me (photography session)

Mom and me photo session by Leslie Wiggins

In April, before the craziness of summer 2014, I had the privilege of photographing this wonderful family again. They are just precious. Abi is beautiful, and her daughter is such a sweetheart. I just love the way this session turned out. The weather was perfect, and Hadassah loved swinging.

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OK, the above photo is not in focus, but it’s one of my favs.

 

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Please share! If you like it, then you oughta put a pin in it. :)

Throwback Thursday: Hannah and her kite

High Kite by Leslie Wiggins

It never fails. Every spring, when the wind kicks up in March, Hannah wants to fly her kite. If you’re a long-time reader, then you might remember this about her.

Same girl. Same kite since she was 6.

Hannah and kite (Leslie Wiggins Photo)I love that girl!

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The boys attempted to throw their frisbee, but the wind made it nearly impossible. When Hannah finished flying her kite, she joined the boys on the playground equipment. That’s when I noticed their monochromatic clothing.

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Wisdom* Wednesdays: Edition: Don’t forget your keys


Wisdom Wednesday: in which I share a tiny pearl of Wiggins Wisdom.*

I took Hannah to school this morning like I do every morning. But this morning was different because I decided to drive the car instead of the van because the van smells like something died inside of it about a year ago and no one bothered to remove the dead body so it’s just been rotting in there and slowly contaminating every particle of air and matter within the steel cage of the minivan.

How bad does it stink?

It stinks so bad that after riding in it for 5 minutes on the way to church last Wednesday evening my friend Amy thought she had gotten alpaca urine all over her shoes when she sat down beside me (they raise alpaca). I was too embarrassed to say, “No, it’s me. That’s the aroma of my clothing and backpack after riding in my van for 5 minutes.”

But at least now I know what to call the smell — alpaca pee. My van smells like a herd of alpaca took it for a free-the-pee joy ride.

(Actually, the recent thunderstorms proved too much for my poor van’s doors, and they leaked. So what I’m dealing with is water odor/damage. It’s so gross.)

Anyway…what was I writing about????

OH! So, I took Hannah to school in the car. Driving the car meant that I grabbed a different set of keys. Grabbing a different set of keys meant that I didn’t have a house key. Not having a house key meant that when I returned home I could not enter my house. Not being able to enter my house left me with 2 choices: 1) knock on the windows until a kid woke up and let me in, or 2) sit on the patio and wait patiently for a kid to wake up and let me in.

Option #2 was most appealing because, at the time, all of our neighbors were outside. No joke! Across the street, a neighbor was sweeping her driveway. Next door, our neighbors were preparing to go to work or just doing some other stuff outside. I don’t really know because I was too busy trying to play-it-cool as I walked around to the back of the house after knocking on the kitchen door a few times. Can you say, “fear of man?”

Since the weather has been so pleasant, I’ve taken to sitting outside in the mornings while I drink my coffee, listen to a sermon podcast, and read/ponder/pray. I had my iPhone with me, so I just proceeded with my morning ritual, but without my coffee.

During that time, a box turtle stopped by for a visit,

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a hummingbird buzzed by for some nourishment at our feeders, the neighborhood hawk swooped through the trees (no pictures of my last 2 visitors as they moved too swiftly), and I finally passed level 23 in the Candy Crush Saga.

And it began to rain…

lesliewiggins_umbrellaThough you can only see one drop of rain in this picture, I assure you that it had about a bazillion friends. I pulled my chair up to the patio table as close as I could in order to minimize my soaking. It was just a pleasant shower, and I didn’t get too wet.

Only a short time passed before Abbey walked outside to wish me a good morning. Though I thoroughly enjoyed my being stuck outside, I didn’t waste any time making my coffee.

So, my small bit of wisdom is this: make sure you have all the keys you need before you close the door.

I’m hoping that next week I’ll be able to share my wisdom for removing the scent of alpaca urine from a vehicle.

*I’m using this term loosely

Weekend Recap


Friday was a fun day. Karl took the day off, and we just piddled around the house. We met up with our geocaching friends for lunch at a local Chinese food restaurant. After lunch, we piddled around some more before it was time to pick Hannah up from school.

Wow, this is riveting. Are you on the edge of your seat?

Friday evening, we dropped Hannah off at camp for her second staff weekend. She received a promotion from Counselor-in-Training to full-fledged counselor because one staffer resigned because he couldn’t juggle camp responsibilities and football team responsibilities. Hannah is THRILLED! She started working Saturday morning in Ecology. She and the rest of the Ecology staff searched camp for various critters to use for their classes. She said they found a salamander, a newt, a crawfish habitat, a frog, a tadpole, a scorpion, and some other creepy crawlies. She said they were hoping to find a snake. This position is a great fit for her. From the time she could toddle around on her own she has been catching animals and learning about them.

Saturday was mostly spent doing laundry and other things around the house. That afternoon, I took the boys to camp so that they could take their swimming test. Campers have to demonstrate swimming proficiency in order to have some freedom to swim in the pool and in the lake during summer camp. They passed their tests. Now all we have left to do to prepare for summer camp is pack.

Saturday night, we watched a movie. Thor, I think. It was quite late before I fell asleep.

Sunday (Mother’s Day), we picked up my mom so that she could join us for worship at our church. After church, we met up with Karl’s side of the family for a celebratory lunch at Schlotsky’s. I had my usual — Chicken Pesto Pizza. They put more cheese on it than normal, so it was a little different.

THEN, we went to visit Karl’s dad’s parents. We had a nice visit at their house. We also had some good laughs over the recent essential oils craze that is going on around us. Several months ago, a sweet friend gave me samples of Thieves, Di-Gize, and Peppermint (these are Young Living EOs). The first time I put Thieves on my body, Karl wanted to know why I smelled like a brined turkey. Anyway, I did a little research (and by “little” I mean I utilized the google) on the company and their opportunity. I found several articles which cast their founder and his dubious past in a very negative light. Plus, there’s a lawsuit going on about their harvesting & guarantee. While I don’t doubt the benefits of essential oils, I don’t enjoy MLMs and monthly purchasing requirements. So, I decided to simply purchase my oils directly from other companies. I’ve ordered from Rocky Mountain Oils/Native American Nutritionals and have been pleased so far.

This evening, I’m winding down with a little blogging and candy crush. Lord help me, I started playing candy crush saga for the first time Saturday night. It is ridiculously fun.

Throwback Thursday: Mother’s Day Edition


I was looking through an old family album recently when I came across a drawing I made for my mom one Mother’s Day. It is a pencil sketch of a tulip with sentiment and instruction at the bottom. This photo is the property of Leslie Wiggins

A few pages later, I found another one.

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And in a box of old photos, I found a Mother’s Day poem written by my little brother:

I love you, Mom.

You’re the best.

If you were to leave,

It wouldn’t be that best.

So true.

I kept digging through that box and found some precious photographs of me and the women who mothered me.

Mom & me circa summer 1978:

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I spent a lot of time at my grandmother’s house after I was born because Mom was finishing nursing school. My great-grandmother, who I’m named after, lived in a trailer on my grandparents’ property, so I spent a lot of time with her, too. Here’s a picture of the three of us:

This photo is the property of Leslie WigginsHelen, my grandmother, is holding me, and her mother, Imogene (“Mama Gene”), is standing behind us.

I was also heavily mothered (in a good way) by my Aunt Carol.

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I must have just had a bath. Actually, it looks like I just finished peeing on my aunt’s leg. And it was hilarious.

I’m so grateful for the women who had the greatest influence on me during my most formative decade+ of life. Happy Mother’s Day!