Earlier this month, photographer Angela Kelly and her 7-year-old son decided to venture outdoors amidst freezing temperatures to blow some bubbles.
After finding a soap bubble recipe online that consisted of dish soap, karo syrup and water; the mother and son braved the elements to see what would happen. The results were a breathtaking series of close-ups that showed the frozen soap bubbles in various states.
Not only did each bubble freeze with their own unique pattern but they also deflated and collapsed in spectacular fashion. The series, which can be seen in its entirety on Facebook (here and here), has spread online in recent weeks.
The images are now available as prints and calendars on Kelly’s Etsy Store. To see more beautiful photography from Angela, be sure to check her out at the online profiles below.
No matter how much you prepare, you can never be fully ready.
1. You will get so little sleep that you eventually forget how to sleep.
You will then spend your former sleeping hours assembling elaborate 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzles.
2. You will become your parents, and your parents will become sand.
All those things your parents did that you said you’d never do? You’re gonna do them. Also, your parents will spontaneously burst into piles of sand.
3. You will occasionally mistake a pineapple for your child and take it to the country’s best doctors to find out why it isn’t moving or speaking.
Don’t be embarrassed. These things happen.
4. You will change as many as four diapers.
You’ll be counting down the days till they’re potty-trained.
5. You will realize that a cooler stuffed with couch cushions is wayyy cheaper than a crib.
Bonus: Your baby doesn’t melt.
6. You will discover that a knife is just a baby-size sword and feel stupid for having commissioned a blacksmith to make all those tiny swords.
It happens to all of us. You think, I should get some tiny swords made for my baby, and then the second they’re delivered to your house, it occurs to you: knife drawer, doofus!
7. Your baby’s thoughts will sometimes broadcast from your TV at a terrifying volume.
If storm clouds start rolling in and all your light bulbs start flickering, look out—it’s about to happen.
8. Your baby’s first words will be “Built Ford Tough,” but you’ll just lie and tell everyone it was “mom.”
It’s perfectly natural that sharing something like that with others would make you uncomfortable.
9. You can’t tour with Los Lonely Boys.
There’s simply not enough time. The Grammy-winning rockers will just have to do without you.
10. Sometimes babies turn inside out when they sleep.
It’ll scare you at first, but once you realize it’s normal, you’ll think it’s pretty cute.
11. Sometimes your baby comes out teriyaki.
It’s unfortunate, but sometimes you just end up leaving the delivery room with a different kind of kid than you wanted.
12. You will become THAT parent who checks their baby as luggage at the airport.
Start empathizing with them now, because that will be you someday.
13. You will realize that, actually, a fire hydrant is a perfectly acceptable babysitter.
Say what you will, but they get the job done.
14. Your baby can hold way less water than you’d imagine.
Three gallons, tops.
15. Your love for your child will be so intense that sometimes glass shatters.
If panes of glass don’t occasionally explode when you walk by, chances are you’re just not a good parent.
“Children are a gift from God, but much like any cleverly wrapped present, you have no clue what youre going to find when you open it…”
By Brie Gowen
I think parenting is hard no matter how you slice it, but when you factor in the wide spectrum of personalities children can possess, that much to a parents distress is far different from their own, you have a clash of ideals. Children are a gift from God, but much like any cleverly wrapped present, you have no clue what youre going to find when you open it. And with kids even what you see is not what you get. Parenting is a practice in patience for sure, but also a unique learning experience. Even when it is exasperating.
I can remember with my first daughter making my way hesitantly through her infant existence. As a new mom it was certainly challenging, but looking back I realize she was an easy baby. Shes also grown into a very simple to understand child thus far. I never had to baby proof my home when she was little, and though she could crawl, if you set her down in one place she was quite content to just stay there playing with a single toy. Shes a very loving young lady with a precious heart for those around her, and shes obedient as much as she is gracious. Quick to smile, and even quicker to forgive, shes an easy child to raise. She just is.
This morning as I sat on the sofa pulling on my socks I prayed for each of my girls in turn, and when I came to my middle child I laughed a bit as I prayed for her safety. I always do. I often joke with my husband that she must have an entire host of guardian angels surrounding her at all times as thats the only explanation for zero emergency room visits in her almost four years of life. Shes my accident prone child, and if theres something to trip over she would be the one to find it. Heck, she trips when theres nothing there.
As I gazed at her gorgeous features while she slept, no doubt dreaming of something adorable, my heart melted at how much I loved her. I loved her so much! And it was a good thing. She was what you might term my challenging child, or my difficult one. Whether you called it independent, strong-willed, or highly spirited, she was indeed a personality all her own. She pushed every button I had, sometimes twice or more, and made me mutter things I would just rather not.
She was the child that would boldly defy you right to your face, but also give you the most passionate embrace youd ever experienced. Her wheels were always turning for what exploration and mayhem should could conjure up next, but when she smiled I was sure the earth stopped spinning. I called her my star. My bright, shining star. She was so far away from the planet I had imagined her to be, but her brilliance radiated for light years.
This morning as I prayed specifically for this wonderful girl who made me pay for my raising I asked God to show me wisdom.
Show me how to parent her, Lord, in a way that would cultivate the special gifts you have planted in her. Help me to lead her closer to you, and to help her emerge as the young woman you have designed her to be.
The thing was I didnt want her to be easy. I didnt want her to be like her big sister, or even like me. I realized something about my girl. She wasnt difficult, she was different. She wasnt so much a challenge as she was a unique soul. All children are, some just more than others. I believe God places special personalities in each of His creations, and my job as a mother isnt to squash her spirit, but to help it shine. Its not my job to capture my little star and place her in a box, but rather to help her radiate Gods goodness in the way He has in mind.
Its not because shes the middle child, contrary to popular believe, but I think its because the Lord has a special calling on her life. Hes going to use her independent, strong spirit to do amazing things for His kingdom, and I just pray I can help her cultivate her gifts to bring glory to her creator. Shes not so much difficult as she is on a divine path for Gods glory, and I wonder how many of us loose our shine along the way trying to fit into a mold thats easier for the world to handle?
So what I do is try to never let her forget how special she is. Sure, I set boundaries. Theres rules, consequences, and plenty of loving discipline, but theres also a lot of hugs. When she seems to be bouncing back and forth through her day like some eighties video game I take the time to stop her, make eye contact, and tell her how loved she is despite my frequent, frequent correction. Thats where my pet name came in.
I love you, my little bright and shining star. Youre very special to mommy.
But I do that with my oldest too. I take tiny blocks of time alone with each one to sow feelings of love and appreciation for the unique spirits they possess. In the end there is no easy child or difficult child. Not really. There is simply different children with different gifts that God can use in different ways. My prayer is that I can lead them to discover their gifts, and never make them feel like they should change who He has made them to be.
About the Author:Brie Gowen is a 30-something (sliding ever closer to 40-something) wife and mother. When shes not loving on her hubby, chasing after the toddler or playing princess with her four-year-old, she enjoys cooking, reading and writing down her thoughts to share with others. Brie is also a huge lover of Jesus. She finds immense joy in the peace a relationship with her Savior provides, and she might just tell you about it sometime. Shed love for you to check out her blogat BrieGowen.com.
Sibling bonds are unbreakable.
When someone goes after our siblings, older or younger, we step in and fight off anyone who gives them a hard time. All bets are off, however, when parents get involved. When it comes to parents, we usually have to let them say what they’re going to say.
After all, they’re the ones who are really in charge. But one precocious little girl was just filmed sticking up for her sister while their mom gave her a stern talking to.
Watch as she yells at mom to put an end to the madness. What a loyal sister!
It looks like Mom and big sis were in on this argument, but it shows just how fierce this adorable toddler can be. I aim for that level of sass all the time.
Proud dad films his son as he goes to defend his PhD in Mathematics at Stanford University. Go David go!
Over the past 80 million years, not much has changed with the basic biological function of breast-feeding. The only thing that’s really changed is the debate about breast-feeding vs. formula. (For the record, I know what matters is that each mom makes the decision that’s best for herself and her baby.)
I’m a dude, so I didn’t know about a lot of this stuff. There’s some really cool information about breast-feeding, formula, different types of milk, and some of the debates surrounding breast-feeding.
We are way too quiet about this all-too-common tragedy.
Human evolution today isn’t physical, it’s mental. And it’s a total mindf*ck. In a good way!