

Have you ever thought it was safe to take a shower when you were home alone with your two-year-old, because you set her in front of the TV when Elmo was on… only to come downstairs and find said two-year-old making a train out of a stick of butter and “driving” it all over your kitchen floor?
No? Well, aren’t you a lucky bear.
“I playing trains, Mama!” she announced with glee. And just as I noticed the empty box of baking soda, she added, “It’s snowing on my train!”
And you have a choice, at moments like this, to get mad or get the camera.
To resent the sometimes messy side-effects of having kids, or to recognize that you needed to mop the floor this weekend anyway.
To lose your temper, or to try to find the magic in a stick of butter when hundreds of dollars of shiny, grandparent-bought Thomas the Tank Engine trains are sitting not 20 feet away.




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Are you going to be a High School Senior graduating in the Class of 2013? I’m looking for two students from each area high school to represent Christina Beam Photography starting this Spring and through the end of your senior year.
Senior reps get a free, fully custom session before the end of their junior year and another mini session in the fall.
The application deadline is May 1. I only accept two reps from each high school:
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Portage
Reedsburg
Sauk-Prairie
Wisconsin Dells
Mauston
Don’t see your school on this list? Drop me a line… let’s talk!
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This little boy was a long time coming. His mama struggled, but with the kind of humor and grace that showed she was going to be a great parent.
Finally it was clear he wasn’t coming out on his own, so they had to bring him to her.
That was hard. It always is when things don’t go according to your birth plan. But she joked with the nurses, squeezed her sweet husband’s hand, and got ready to welcome her little boy however he’d appear.
When he finally did, beautiful and peachy and perfect, it was dad who got to step up. “He has my barrel chest already,” he reported to her when he got his first look at their son.
And all during her recovery he stayed with that baby. Swaddling him in his powerful arms. Letting the baby wrap all his tiny fingers around just one of his dad’s. Standing by while he was measured and weighed and pricked, always with a hand on him, always there.
That little boy’s mom didn’t get to see all of that… but she does now. And this story is as much about baby Brian’s first moments in this world as it is about his mom and dad’s first moments as parents.
And they are — all of them — off to a beautiful start.
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