…by her. Everyday. She’s my heart, toddling around on her little chubby feet, following me from room to room. To her I am Mamamamama, and I love it.


About Amy
Hi! I'm Amy! Right off the bat...the most important things in life to me are my family (my handsome husband and three beautiful children), my Jesus and capturing our life in pictures.
I feel that photos are to be shared, they exist to evoke feelings and help friends and family bond even worlds apart. I love meeting new families, taking their pictures and being able to be apart of their memories for just a moment.
I strive to bring every part of me to a session, I'm loud but introverted, I'm fun but serious. I will hug you when I meet you and treat you like part of my family. A session with me is just simply about one thing and one thing only...YOU.
Please feel free to contact me using the Contact link above to inquire about a child or family photo session in the Sacramento, California area. I'm looking forward to it.
…by her. Everyday. She’s my heart, toddling around on her little chubby feet, following me from room to room. To her I am Mamamamama, and I love it.

…just catching up!
Week 43/52…at the library. We go quite often, I love it. The smell, the mounds of books, how quiet it is. I was certain I was the only one who still checked out books…but then I asked on facebook and people came out in droves. The library totally rocks! We got a lot too since we homeschool. Anyone else out there homeschool? This is the first year for us, just Kindergarten. Certainly more than I bargained for, but I’m having fun!



Week 44/52…yay for Daddy coming home! Taken outside the airport after picking him up!

Buried deep in photographs, I found week 39. Is anyone else as bored with this project as I am??? Seriously, it feels like I take the same photo over and over. Who really wants to see me in photographs anyway!? I get boring…my kids, other kids…they are very interesting! I need to remember why I am doing this, to get me in front of the camera, to document memories, to have a journal of sorts for a whole year. I’m not doing this for anyone reading this blog, even though I truly appreciate those who visit and comment and keep coming back. But I need to keep telling myself that in just a couple weeks I will be able to look back and see each week what we were doing and what was happening, a whole year of photographs. Just…keep…going…
Ok, little vent over. I’m just having a tough week. The girls are sick, the hubster is out of town, I don’t feel so great myself. SO – this is week 39, the week we moved. We cleaned and cleaned (and got our whole deposit back!) so it was worth it. But we pushed the kids quite a bit that week, we needed to get out of our rental and into our home. I was resenting cleaning the rental because I wanted to be cleaning our new place! I scrubbed so many walls, so many windows, so many floors, x2. I just had to take a picture of it. LOL.

I’m behind in posting photos…but I’ll get caught up with week 43 & 44 this weekend!
She has this one weepy eye. It carries a tear most the day that never falls. It’s not serious and it doesn’t bother her. I totally adore it. Her little lashes wet and eye glossy. Sometimes I look in her little eye and it makes me wonder what she is thinking. Those eyes can tell a story. What makes her happy? What troubles her? Is she thinking of how much she loves her blankie? Is she sad she got goldfish for her snack and not animal crackers? Does her pacifier taste yucky? Did she enjoy that hug? So many thoughts running through her head, and I know none of them. I can’t wait to sit down and talk with her like I do with Abby. If she’s anything like her sister I will be lucky if I can get a word in, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll sit and listen…as long as she wants to…fine by me.


…he woke up crying tonight because he missed his Daddy. It seemed like it happened in an instant, one minute he was a baby who didn’t even notice that Daddy was gone, the next he’s a little boy who doesn’t really understand the concept of a business trip, but just knows he needs his Dad close by. So I got him up and we called Daddy, thank goodness he’s just a couple states away and not out of the country. He could barely talk though from sobbing and being half asleep.
I’m no good with bugs, or fixing toy cars, or wrestling or building forts. I’m so glad the kid still loves to snuggle with me, or the role of Mom would be obsolete to my 3 year old! He just needs his Dad, plain and simple. His clone.
