Monday, September 10, 2012

On to better things...

It's time to say goodbye to my old blog. I've got my new blog up and running now. It's primarily my business page for all things photography but I'll also be publishing personal posts now and again.

Check it out!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Working on my fitness


I couldn't do this a couple of months ago. In fact, I'm not even using that tight of a band anymore. And I know that soon I will be busting these out without any help at all. It's called Crossfit, people. And it's kind of changing my life.

Love, ali

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


Oh my gosh, I love love. So much. Sorry if you've already seen this, but even if you already have give yourself a little gift today and watch this video. And I dare you not to cry.

Isaac's Live Lip-Dub Proposal from Isaac Lamb on Vimeo.

You can also see them interviewed here on the Today Show.

love, ali

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Instagram life

L to R

1. Took Franky on a mommy date to the children's museum. He had a blast. We might have to make the mommy date a weekly thing this summer.

2. Franky ran the 1k and got a kick ass shirt from Saratoga Springs Crossfit. Two of my best friends are owners/operators and they just opened their doors this month. Needless to say, I am getting ripped.

3. Drew loves him some Aunt Mattie. It's true.

4. Dinner out my birthday weekend with a couple of my besties. Red Iguana does not disappoint.

5. Girls night out with my sisters plus Lydia. But she's a girl too so it counts.

Much love my friends,


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Happy Mothers Day from this imperfect mom

I so much needed to read this today. I really am trying, despite myself, to be a good mom. To teach my boys how to be kind and to make sure they feel loved and safe.

On Saturday I took Franky down the elementary school to run a 1k race. He was so excited. He talked about it all the day before and he was just SURE he was going to win "because I'm the fasest ever huh mom?" he said. Of course I agreed.

I didn't realize how long a 1k was. Four times around the huge blacktop behind the school with 30 other kids. I felt certain he would tire of the race after  the first couple of laps... he ran the entire way, his little legs flying. Of course he was not the winner and even though he fell at the end and scraped his knee he felt like he had won. I don't know how I ended up with this happy, gregarious little boy. I'm doing my best not to squelch it because with his personality comes a ton of energy and a predisposition for mischief. I want more than anything for him to be happy. I hope that is possible despite my yelling and timeouts for my sanity.

I go through periods where I struggle with happiness. I don't know what it's like for everyone else but I feel like one of my trials in this life is learning to be happy with who I am and what I have to give and that being enough. I'm not always so great at it. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. But I'm learning to let go and not dwell. It's the dwelling that sucks the life right out of me.

Anyways, that was kind of a tangent to drearier things than I started out to write. I am so grateful for the two little boys in my life and and on this mothers day the lessons that my boys have taught me. I am a lucky woman.

And of course, to all the women in my life, despite the motherhood status, much love on this mothers day.

Love, ali

Friday, April 27, 2012

Blogging from my I-Phone

I love these boys. So much. Even at the end of a very long day full of tantrums and negotiations I still lay in bed and watch videos of them on my phone and marvel at how freaking cute they are. 

They are seventy five percent loyal compadres and twenty five percent mortal enemies. I guess mortal is a bit strong. There's just a lot of teasing from both ends. Sibling rivalry in its most pure form. But Franky still asks me to get Drew out of bed in the morning and still says he's his best friend. My hope is that they will always be each others favorite playmate. 

Love, ali

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Winter blaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhs

Me and Drew getting our snug on

Well it's been quite a while since I've updated the old blog. Winter time always hits me like a pile of dirt, one shovel full at a time. Pretty soon I just feel it pushing me down. I wish I could just go sit in the sun. And this is even a mild mild mild winter. I suffer from the winter blues, like most people probably. Who isn't depressed in the winter time? Oh, and i've gained 7 lbs. Oh, and I've pretty much quit running.

I ran out of Oh Ands.

Which is why it feels so crummy to even complain about this life of mine. I really do have it so good. Two healthy babies and friends whom I adore. And I did run five and a half miles a mere eight days ago. So it's not all bad. And Zach and I are trying to plan a little trip for the end of April. Maybe even a BIG trip but I'm trying not to get my hopes up.

So tomorrow I'm starting over. I'm going to go get my workout on and play with my kids. I'm gonna tell myself affirmations like "I am a good mother" and "people like me" and "I am a confident woman and it shows." Out loud. Looking in the mirror.

Dead serious. DEAD.

Love ya, mean it.


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

My life nowadays is this giant pendulum, swinging, always. OH MY HOLY *#%#& THEY'VE EMPTIED EVERY DRAWER IN THE KITCHEN, a now we snuggle peacefully on the couch with sippy cups and someone sighs "I love you mommy", OH MY EFF SOMEONE KNOCKED OVER AN ENTIRE BOX OF CEREAL ##*$^&##&#%^%, it's after nap time and the boys are hugging for like 5 minutes straight and telling each other they love each other, SERIOUSLY IT'S 4 MINUTES LATER AND FRANKY HAS RAN DREW OFF THE ROAD WITH HIS LIGHTENING MCQUEEN CAR AND THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE BLOOD.And back and forth we go, all day long.

But I am more a good parent than I am a crappy one.

Today I yelled a couple of times and got impatient and had to let each of them throw a temper tantrum in their beds (separate incidents) but I also gave a lot a lot a lot (as Franky would say) kisses and sang the Little Einsteins theme song with the word "poop" replacing a lot of the words and laughed till my stomach hurt along with my three year old.

I'd say about once or twice a week I count the minutes until Zach comes home and I can just be away from them for a little bit, or do something mindless without wondering what mess I will find while they are in the other room.

People always say "it goes so fast, enjoy every moment" and I've realized that is just kind of silly. I'm going to enjoy the blissful moments and curse under my breath at the not so great ones and try and do my best by my boys. I'll come up with new strategies an coping skills when the current ones fail me and just keep becoming the kind of mom I want to be.

I also watch Hoarders quite a bit. I makes me feel much better about the state of this house full of boys.

Also, this is pretty friggin adorable!


love, ali