Kamee June Photography

something to add some dazzle to your monday!!! hope it’s a great one!

love you dazzle baby!!!

to school, school boy!!

and you need to keep going,

and going,

and going for the next 13 years, then 4 years in college plus 2 years maybe 4 additional getting an mba or a masters, maybe two masters degress, or a phd, or even a law degree, or if you want to be a doctor or something fancy like that then even more years.

just keep going gun, and don’t stop.

just keep looking ahead and being happy for what you have an where you are at.

be grateful for the good friends you already have, and for the new ones you will make along the way.

braden and gunnar have been friends since they were born. shannon and i kind of made it that way. ;) it was a blessing for gunnar to have his buddy in his kindergarden class. i really do feel that made the first day much easier for him. that’s just human nature: we are always more comfortable with a wingman. i wonder what these two will do when they are comfortable with their new teacher and new class…

be grateful for the people you leave at home each day when you go to school, gun. they miss you when you are away.

be grateful and proud of who you are because what you are is good and nice and really, really cool! ;)

i was filled with emotion on the first day of school, like most parents, but was a bit more emotional over gunnar. he’s an anxious kid with some worries, like most, but his are significant. i just wanted him to immediately feel safe in his new place. we got everything he needed, prepped him over and over, visited the school on occasion, and talked and talked about the new adventure called, “real school.” we had done all our homework to prepare his little kindergardener’s mind for what was going to happen. the night before we had everything ready: snack packed, backpack prepped, gift for teacher packaged; we were set.

i tossed and turned all night anticipating the morning; he slept peacefully. thank goodness.

when we got to school he saw some friends from preschool. that was good too. reduced the anxiety another level.

this picture will be priceless someday:

and they talked excitedly about, well, i am not sure, but it was sure exciting.

we waited…

and finally the bell rang, and my heart started to shake. i just didn’t know how the next part was going to play out.

remember how cool it felt to have a “cubby” and to have a desk with your name on it?

gunnar felt cool, really cool. and that was good.

these make me laugh. loudly.

you will not, pick up any girls, son, if you look at them like this. you just won’t. learn that now. they like it when you at least smile at them.

i was close to tears, ok, i hit tears, a couple of times during the morning, but what really started the water works was when we were asked to go home and gun walked over to me and said, “i guess you can go now, mom.”

i think i cried when he said that, not because he wanted me to leave, but because he was ok with me leaving.

i kissed that boy good and hard on his cheek, told him to be a good listener, a good friend, and a good boy. and then i walked away, and started sharing my boy with another lady, who i know will teach him great things, i just know it.

gunnar, be good to your teacher; she works so hard for you!

gunnar, it’s been said that all you really need to know about life you learn in kindergarden. i believe that advice to be true. in that case, you better get to learning.

we love you son, and are so proud of you and everything you are going to learn this year both scholastically and about yourself!! we will always be excited to hear about your day.

love you!!!!

carpe diem, gunnar!

sieze the day!!

make your life extraordinary!

here’s to you, my school boy!! love you, mom

my boy starts school tomorrow. like real school. recess school. homework school. teether ball and four-square school.

i am excited for him.

the teacher in me is jumping out of my skin for him. the mom in me is feeling some tugs on the heart strings. not sure why. the teacher in me says this is so cool and such an awesome time. the mom in me agrees, but feels like time is still going way too fast.

the teacher in me says, “let him stretch; he will grow.” the mom in me wants to hold him, five forever.

the teacher in me knows he is going to do so well; the mom in me does too.

a full report and more from gunnar’s kindergarden shoot after his first day of real school, which happens in 9 hours and 45 minutes.

i love you son; i can’t wait to hear about everything that happens in kindergarden. xoxo mom

the hat does not make the boy.

the boy undeniably, absolutely, wholeheartedly, without a shadow of a doubt-ly makes the hat!

more of logan and his whole family next.

i too, hail from a house of phloof.

a house of phloof is all girlies and only one boy-ie. it’s so awesome! barbie, cabbage patch, hello kitty, pink nail polish, cotton candy, candy jewelry, strawberry shortcake, little pony, princesses, dress-ups, and drama…lots and lots of drama prevail! ;)

i loved growing up in a house of phloof. i loved shopping dates with my mom, mani and pedis with mom and sis, hair appointments together, stops at cinnabon for a delicious treat and diet coke and some girl talk, sleeping in mom and dad’s ginormous bed together when dad was away on tdy. i loved our phloof. i still do. just got off the phone with my mom tonight in fact, because i was feeling homesick for it.

growing up with a sister is so special. there is always someone there to tell your secrets to, always someone to keep you close when you are fearful, always someone who knows your heart and holds it tight, always someone who loves you for who you are. yes, a sister is special.

growing up with two sisters, in a house of phloof? an absolute gift.

these little “phloofies” came with their own distinctive spirits, but they compliment one another and the family like limes to cherries, pretzels to chocolate, honey to peanut butter.

it takes a very special man to rule as patriarch in a house of phloof. he has to be in-tune with his inner ken doll. he has to understand that tears come and go like the turning on of a switch, or the twist of a faucet. he has to, on occasion himself, where the color pink, and be totally and completely comfortable with that. ;) he also has to, in some indescribable way, just accept the feminine for who she is, a lovely goddess divine, and go with that notion, his entire life, turning a cheek to all the other commotion that comes with…well, phloof.

todd, is an outstanding ruler of his particular house of phloof. he is so chill and such a good father to his little phloofies. he understands their needs and their soft hearts and will be the person they turn to when said hearts, need mending, and weeping eyes need wiping.

in a house of phloof, daddy is always a prince charming.

love, LOVE, will put this in my studio on canvas someday, absolutely adore this image:

the queen of a house of phloof is ultra special herself; not to mention beyond beautiful. she too must have a spirit that rolls with all the energy that phloofies can emanate.

she loves her man:

and he is totally enamored by her. he loves the beauty she adds to this world, the light she has given his life, and the color and vibrancy she contributes to their home. she is all the best parts of winter, spring, summer, and fall. wendy hails as queen of the house of phloof because she too is a girlie-girl, and that’s good. i do admire women who totally understand what it means to be feminine; that is cool to me. i think those woman are just naturally pretty and incredibly magnetizing.

a house of phloof is filled with motion, and emotion:

and of one hero and many distinctive heroines:

wendy, todd, claire, bree, and baby jilli, i LOVE your phloof! thank you for dancing in the streets with me and embracing me with your warmth and charisma! may your home explode with more phloof. may it burst from the seems of the incredible life you are living!

in my opinion there is never enough of it!! thank you so much for the opportunity to photograph your family; i loved it!!

here’s to the the house of phloof, may it reign supreme forever!!

it’s totally accepted to have your first kiss with your brother.

right?

naaaahhhhh…those types of kisses don’t count. or do they? ;)

you will want to be adopted by this family…more to come

ps how darling are those little finger nails? seriously. ;)