My trip was cut short visiting my hometown due to 3D (Down Daisy Drama). Downloading the photos I took from that time away I had mixed feelings about the lack of photos I tapped out of my memory card. The moments I did capture were mostly family group shots (which are a rarity so these will be forever treasured) and spurts of caffeine-induced, crazed mama on holiday episodes; like mama playing at the park with the kids (another rarity).

In the name of bliss, and simplicity celebration, I’m happy to report a relatively low vacation photo count.

My memory card in my camera came back with loads of capacity to still squish in a couple of vlog episodes for your viewing pleasure and a hundred shots of the same perfect pancake (my photo technique of choice; not to mention one of my favorite ways to annoy Craig).

But I’m realizing now how the memory card of our heads and hearts are, for most of us, practically infinite and much more potent in the scope of bringing richness and depth to our life experience.

I am thankful for the camera being there for physically capturing how my life-giving knockers are so huge that they prevent me from one of my favorite childhood pastime: armpit sliding.

And how apparent it is that I’m slowly morphing into my mom. (Yay, genetics! And way to work the pout, Edie. Another dominant gene that runs in the Gonzales lineage.)

And I’m so grateful for this technology that proves to blog readers not from these parts that there’s dinosaurs lurking in them hills.

You know, all the important stuff was captured on ‘film’.

As a blogging mama of almost seven years now it has been second nature for me to carry my camera with me wherever I go; living by the credo; if I don’t blog this, it didn’t happen”.

The shift of  my blog’s focus has shifted from ‘this is what I made’ more to ‘this is what I make of this’ as I explore how living in simplicity and savoring the blip that life with small children is can bring many a mama bliss dream to fruition ~ in many forms and mediums.

These days this space serves to share my passion and attempt to lead a life of simplicity while still making the time to pursue creativity, precious mama time while pulling off this not so simple pursuit called parenting. But with mindful simplicity moments become more rich and poignant.

And whipping out the camera sometimes pulls me away from the present moment.

And Moment = Present

Sometimes Edie will tell me to take a picture of a particularly interesting specimen of an interesting looking bird she spots on a branch so she identify it later on. Camera’s not at the at the ready as much as it use to be. So I tell her to take a picture with her mind and we’ll look it up later.

So together we look at birds, or Kale holding hands with his favorite cousin, Craig in mid-giggle, and the sound effect of the camera of our minds’ eyes goes off: ‘ka-chook’.

I will always have fun with my favourite device of all but I will also be cultivate more the photo album in my heart and be passing on the bliss one story, inside joke or “ka-chook” at a time.

Tell me, are a heavy photo taker? Is your second child suffering from lack of photos from childhood syndrome like my little guy is?