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weve movedThank you for visiting our original blog. This is a special one for us, a place where we’ve been able to record and share so many stories from the past years – weddings, journeys, adventures, and the birth of our beautiful daughter. While this collection of postings here remains alive, we’ve been crafting a fresh new home at rusticwhite.com to reflect our growth as people and as artists. It’s been an absolute labour of love, and we can’t wait to share it with you. Come visit us at the new Rustic White.

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It’s been two weeks since we met our baby girl.  Originally we intended to write about our journey to here before we left the hospital.  We quickly realized hovering over the bassinet of a sleeping one day old ties up most your time.  Then we thought we’d write about it at one week.  Visiting with family, running to the grocery store, and holding a one week old we quickly realized can fill up an entire day.  So now we’re at two weeks.  Grace is asleep in her crib.  Tiff is asleep in bed.  So I am sitting in the office typing, but why am I sharing what is by all accounts largely Tiff’s story.  I suppose for two reasons.  We both knew we wanted to share our story to here, because having Grace and expanding upon our family didn’t happen overnight or even over nine months.  It was a two year journey that took us through two miscarriages, one very scary ER visit, and a realization of how truly lucky we are to have the family and friends we have.  Second, I need to share this story because Tiff will be too humble.  She will gloss past the details that really make her the remarkable woman she is.  I however will not.  It’s my fortune and joy that I can praise her strength.  I won’t embellish, but witnessing her strength and her heartbreak over the past two years doesn’t really need any embellishment.

So about this story of starting our family.  I suppose at this point it is really almost three years since we first decided we wanted to start a family.  I think we both had the thought, “Ok, we’re going to start a family.  In nine months there will be another person in the house.”  We weren’t prepared for the fact that it might not be that easy.  Well it seemed easy at first.  A positive pregnancy test, but a few weeks later three tests turned up negative. The tests were sad, but we had resolve.  Certainly we would get pregnant again right away.  The months passed and no positive test.  Then in April of 2012 we were surprised with another positive pregnancy test.  We didn’t share the news with anyone because things were still early, but as we sat in bed on May 26th things quickly went from “I’m sure things are ok,” to me yelling for a wheel chair outside the hospital Emergency room. To date it’s the most scared I’ve been, and probably the second hardest I’ve ever prayed.  The ultrasound showed we had lost the baby, and all I remember thinking was “God gave us this pain now, to spare us more pain later.”  We called some family and friends to let them know what happened, mourned the loss, and picked ourselves up with the resolve to keep trying.  Our doctor, who is also a dear friend, gave us hope in the statistics that most women get pregnant in the three months after a miscarriage.  The three months came and went and no positive pregnancy test. We started talking options for if we needed medical help.  Our doctor started Tiff off on Clomid.  We don’t regularly stock Advil in the house, so for Tiff to take a prescription was a big deal for us, and the fact that she could only take it for three months because of possible side effects made taking it that much more unnerving.  Month one came and went…no positive test.  Month two…nothing.  The third month the doctor wanted to double her dose. Tiff agreed, and in December we had another positive test.  My dad was coming off of treatment for prostate cancer, and though we were dying to share the good news with the family to lift spirits before the holiday we knew it was to early to share much.  Though in February we did get the chance to tell some family and our close friends.  We shared the exciting news HERE.

For those first three months we never really felt out of the woods, but how quickly a busy schedule can make the time fly by.  Before we knew it we were past the half way mark.  In fact we were down to 15 weeks left.  Why is 15 weeks significant, because our baby birthing class compromised 12 weeks of two hour classes.  Baby birthing class, it’s one of those things that you don’t realize how little you truly know until you start getting educated about a topic.  Tiff had always planned on a natural birth.  With how health conscious I am I didn’t understand why she would opt to have a natural birth.  Then she started educating me, and we started our baby birthing class.  I want to make sure I say that I am not making this an endorsement for natural birth, nor am I saying anything negative about medications or whatever birth style anyone wants to use.  For Tiff and I though a natural birth fell in line with a lot of our beliefs so it was the path we chose.

When your plan gets ripped out from under you.  The due date came and went, and our doctor had us come in the following day for an ultrasound. We were told the amniotic fluid was a 7.5.  This translates to the amount of amniotic fluid around the baby, and basically cushioning the baby. Below an 8 they consider low/normal, but as our doctor said, “once you go past your due date we really look for any reason to induce.”  Because she is a good friend of ours she did give us some leeway, and told us to return in 48 hours for another ultrasound.  If the number was above eight we could keep waiting to see if Grace came on her own.  We returned two days later, and got the news.  The new number was 6.9.  To some this may not have felt like such a blow, but my head was already racing ahead to what drugs they would want to use to try and get things started, and whether or not Tiff would be able to handle the intensity of them without an epidural.  The epidural was one thing Tiff really did not want, so I really did not want it for her.  Our doctor was at a different office so a partner physician came in and started giving us the rundown on our options.  We weighed the risk of waiting and the amniotic fluid getting too low against the intensity of the drugs and whether or not Tiff could handle being in induced.  We decided as much as we wanted a natural birth we wouldn’t do anything that would risk the safety of Grace.  We left the office with the directions to go home and grab our bags, and to wait for the hospital to call us about when to arrive.

Back home we started setting our bags in the living room.  We were clearly packed for a worst case scenario.  Be it a five day hospital stay because of a c-section or a zombie invasion.  We had it covered.  The one thing we quickly discovered we did not have was the right base for the car seat.  Tiff decided she was running to Babies’r'us to switch it out.  Why is Tiff doing this instead of me?  Because this is Tiff.  She doesn’t complain, she just says what she’s going to do and then she does it.  Since we had not heard from the hospital I decided to go for a run before we had to leave.  I love running, not because I enjoy running, but I get to clear my head, think things through without distractions, and I get to talk to God.  I don’t stop enough in the day to day to talk to him.  At least not as much as I should, but when I run I do.  Even if it’s, “God please don’t let me get run over.”  That day though I just asked him if he would allow Tiff to go into labor on her own.

8:00pm.  The hospital told us to arrive at 8:30 for check-in.  We were told they would be applying Cervidal tonight to get Tiff ready for the induction tomorrow.  Tiff actually joked that she was looking forward to TV at the hospital.  We don’t have cable, so the idea of sitting in a room watching senseless reality TV seemed really appealing.  Though we had packed half a dozen bottles of water, two dozen plus protein bars, chocolate chip cookies for the night staff and muffins for the morning staff (I’m not above sucking up) we realized we should probably grab something for dinner before we go in for the night.  As we pulled into the Publix parking lot Tiff commented that she felt like she was having a contraction, but she wasn’t sure.  She had not had any Braxton Hicks contractions, so she wasn’t sure if what she was feeling was a contraction or Braxton Hicks or nothing at all.  I ran into the store and returned with more protein bars and a container of cut up watermelon.  (I’m awful at shopping under pressure.)  As we made the drive to the hospital Tiff kept feeling the contractions.  They were sporatic, but they were there.

Again when it comes to making sure Tiff is taking care of I am not above being cheesy and sucking up to any and everyone.  This started from the moment we walked up to check in.  I would consider my banter just being friendly, but Tiff would certainly deem it cheesy.  Either way, it did keep the front desk girls checking on us as we waited for a room to become available.  As we waited the contractions continued, and I was actually happy for the wait.  The longer we waited, the greater the chance this could be real labor starting on it’s own.  I asked God several times in my head if this could be, and if he would let it be.

10:30pm. We grab our bags, and follow one of the nurses back to our room.  Incredibly sweet, she gives us the quick lay of the room, and asks Tiff when she is ready if she will get into the gown, and our nurse will be in shortly.  We set our stuff down, and then it hits you like you stormed the beaches at Normandy.  Screams echoing through the wall.  The kind of scream that actually froze us where we stood.  I laughed.  It’s what I do when uncomfortable.  Tiff did too, but it may have been at my ironic laugh that came out.  For a woman that knows that pain is around the corner to hear another woman already screaming is at the very least a bit unnerving.  We find the TV remote and immediately flip the TV on.  We bump the volume up until the noise of a Cialis commercial outweighs the noise from the adjacent room.  Tiff switches into the hospital gown and walks around the room rocking her hips from side to side.

12:00am. A woman had already come in to gather all of Tiff’s information, but now the night nurse has come in, and it’s time to start the Cervidal. At this point Tiff has already had pretty regular contractions, but we are still expecting a long time before we are actually in “active” labor.  The nurse places the Cervidal, hooks Tiff up to the monitor to track the baby’s heart beat as well as contractions, and gets ready to leave the room. Before she slips out though I hand over the container of 50 Whole Foods’ chocolate chip cookies we had picked up for the night staff.  Then I ask her for a quick explanation of what is what on the monitor.  I am a big believer in always being an active participant when inside a hospital, and always trying to know as much as you can about what is going on.  She gives a quick education on the contraction graph, what they tend to look for, and the baby’s heart rate graph.

12:00am-4:00am. These four hours went by fast, and Tiff’s contractions came on equally as fast in intensity and frequency.  *sidebar.  This starts the point where I said Tiff would gloss over how incredibly strong and amazing she is.  A friend used this analogy on me the other day when he asked me how is Tiff when she stubs her toe?  Tiff had actually stubbed her toe the day before, so it was fresh in my mind.  She was quiet.  I knew she was in pain, but all she did was stop where she was, lean forward with her hands on the wall, and breathed until the pain subsided.  She may have been screaming in her head, but on the outside she was calm and quiet.  This was Tiff during labor.  Calm and quiet.  I knew she was in pain, but only because she would stop, be quiet, and breath deeply.  Then she would say, “it hurt really bad.”  She was matter of fact about it, so matter of fact that I assumed we must be in the very early stages of labor, and we still had a long way to go, and a lot more pain to get through before Grace would be here.

4:00am. Tiff is sitting on the side of the bed leaning forward onto a rolling table when the night nurse comes in.  The night nurse glances at the monitor and back to Tiff.  ”Honey I need you to lay on your side.”  Tiff is in the middle of a contraction, and says she can’t move at the moment.  ”I know but it’s your baby’s heart rate.  I need you to move to your side.”  The words that something could be hurting the baby, and Tiff leans herself over to her side.  On the monitor I see the number move from 87 to 135 instantly.  I ask the nurse what the number needs to stay above.  ”We like to see it stay above 120.”  The nurse looks at the long piece of paper that the contractions have been printing out on.  We had asked earlier if Tiff might be able to have the Cervidal taken out since she is having such strong contractions.  The nurse says she is going to have the doctor look at the contractions and come back.  Minutes later.  The Cervidal is taken out.  It seems Tiff is going into labor on her own.

4:00-7:00am. The contractions have been coming just under every two minutes apart.  They have kept Tiff hooked up so they can track the baby’s heart rate, and occasionally we have to flip from side to back to other side to sitting to standing.  Whatever seems to help with the pain and make sure the baby’s heart rate stays up.  There hasn’t been any sleep, and I can see how tired Tiff is, but she doesn’t complain.  She says it hurts, but she says it quietly and as a fact.  The emotion is removed.  It’s not cold or desolate of emotion.  She is simply a leader, and she is going to take whatever is coming, process it for what it is and move ahead.  We spend these hours moving and changing positions.  Doing what we can to help the time pass.

7:00am. The day shift has arrived.  The room is still dark except for the glow of the monitors, but our day nurse is as amazing as our night nurse plus some.  I hand over the muffins we had picked up, and she quickly finds a stool so Tiff can sit in the shower.  I stand hovering outside the shower curtain.  Tiff sits in there for about 20 minutes allowing the warm water to hit her back.

7:20am. Tiff is back in her robe, and hooked back up to the monitor.  She stands leaning on me as we both sway from side to side.  We are trying to make our way back to the bed, but the intensity of this contraction has Tiff frozen where she is.  We take a few steps before the next one comes. On the monitor I see the spike of her contraction, but I also see Grace’s heart rate.  112…102…97…86…82… the number keeps going down.  As calmly as I can I encourage Tiff to try and sit on the bed.  ”Is it the baby’s heart?” Tiff asks.  For a moment I run through my head whether to tell her the truth and make her nervous or lie and hope this contraction ends any second.  I don’t want to give her any additional stress, but this contraction has gone on beyond the minute mark, and I’m sure Tiff’s question is being said equally as much as a statement.  ”It is,” I tell her.  I look at the monitor.  Grace’s heart rate has dropped in the 60s, and then a red box outlining the monitor has begun flashing.  ”Baby I really need you to sit…” before I finish my statement two nurses fly into the room.  One guy and one girl.  I absolutely loved these two.  If we hadn’t already known something was wrong they certainly would not have let on to it.  They moved with an urgency, but they acted with such calm collection that it momentarily gave me a sense of ease.  ”Hey guys, how are you all doing?” the male nurse asks.  ”Hey you mind if we take a look at your monitor here.  Hey sweetie do you mind sitting down for a minute for us.  We’re nerds.  We spend all of our time looking at your monitor from out there, but wanted to come take a look at it in here.”  …and like that they distracted us while talking about the monitor, and got Tiff sitting down, and immediately Grace’s heart rate was back to 145.  The female nurse got Tiff to lay on her side for a second, and I must have missed something getting said but all of a sudden the room was filled with three additional nurses who were setting things out like it was go time.

7:30am. Dixie, the midwife on call, comes into the room.  We had originally planned on our friend delivering Grace, but she was unavailable until 4:00pm, and with everything progressing as fast as it was we asked to see the midwife on call instead of any other doctors.  I’m glad we did because Dixie was amazing.  Kind, reassuring and incredibly patient, she made us feel like the only patients in the hospital.  In a hospital that delivers 17,000 babies a year that is no small feat.  Dixie checked Tiff and told us that here forward goes a lot faster then what it took to get here. This shocked us.  Up to now we still thought we would be in labor until this evening.  Again, with how calm Tiff had been to now I couldn’t image we were that far into labor.  From where I was squatting next to Tiff’s head I managed to pull out my phone and fire off one text.  ”Things are changing fast.  Grace may be here shortly.”

7:30am-11:00am. Tiff stayed in the bed during this stretch.  She had already been up over 24 hours, and was trying to conserve what energy she had.  She would roll from side to side, close her eyes and breath deeply as the contractions hit, but she was moving through this so well it actually left our Doula a little handicapped for what she could do.  I forgot to mention we hired a Doula who was going to function as a pain coach to help Tiff get through the pain of the labor.  Because we didn’t think things would move as fast as they did we didn’t call her until 7:00am, and she didn’t make it to us until 9:00am, but with how well Tiff was handling the pain there wasn’t a tremendous amount for her to do, or me for that matter.  I held Tiff’s hand and would brush her hair back, but she was amazing.  In fact people had commented about how tranquil our room was.  Tranquil is not traditionally a word I assume is associated with a delivery room.

11:00am. Tiff said she felt like she had to push.  Dixie who literally was sitting in the corner of our room, like I said made us feel like the only patients, calmly walked up and helped Tiff get ready to push.  After about fifteen minutes Dixie asked Tiff to rest for a little, and we would try again shortly.

11:40am. This was the only time I really saw very clear pain on Tiff’s face, and it was only there for an instant before it was gone again.  She cried for a moment, said it really hurt, closed her eyes and breathed.  That was it.  The next sounds were only the strong exhales as she would catch her breath after the nurse had counted down to one.

11:55ish. Dixie hands me a pair of gloves.  ”Put these on, so you can catch your daughter,” she says.  I was iffy on whether or not I wanted to cut the cord.  Now I’m catching my daughter.  My hands are shaking so bad I tear one of the gloves trying to get it on.  She hands me another, and tells Tiff to push again.  Dixie is cheering Tiff on, while our day nurse counts down from 10-1 for her.  I’m holding her hand as she squeezes mine.

12:03pm. “Robert come right here and put your hands next to mine,” Dixie tells me.  It’s truly a blur.  I’m sure my hands are shaking, but all I can think about is I’m so happy to hear her crying, and is she okay tangled up in her cord?  Dixie untangles the cord as I hold her, and as soon as the cord is straight Dixie takes her and places her on Tiff.  As Grace cries so do we.  It’s involuntary and comes from the soul.  I’m not really sure how to describe it, but I would do it again.  I know Tiff feels the same.  It was a scary, amazing, heart breaking, rewarding journey that we were only allowed to have by the grace of God, and we are so grateful for it.  Now we sit here with the scary, amazing, heart breaking, rewarding future all ahead of us, but for now we are just trying to soak in each day.  These two weeks have already gone by so fast that for now we just want to breath and be present for them.

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Happy Thursday,

-Robert & Tiffany

3:55 am

As we pulled out of the parking lot we both sat with smiles plastered across our faces.  The banter and quick handed jokes that were exchanged moments ago kept up as we pulled back onto the road.  We were leaving what was in our eyes a great meeting, but it didn’t feel like a meeting….and that is for us what made it so great.  We believe strongly in always presenting ourselves in a professional manner, but as a service based business we feel a strong passion to deliver a wonderful experience, and that means building an environment of trust and relaxation…and this usually means a lot of laughter.  For us this starts from the time a bride (or groom) first contacts us.  If you didn’t know, Tiff handles all e-mail correspondences with our brides, and she does an amazing job at it.  Her attention to detail, unbelievable time management, and..most important..trust she builds with our brides allow every couple to know they are going to be taken care of.

We like to meet with a potential couple whenever possible because we want to know that we will be as good a fit for them as they will be for us.  We advocate it all the time, but we believe the experience the photographer brings to your wedding day is as important as the final image.  On a wedding day the bride will spend more time with her photographers then with her groom-to-be, so it’s important that there is a sense of compatibility.  We approach a meeting like a first date.  We want to talk about you, your story, your likes and dislikes, what makes you two laugh.  We’re sure you have questions for us, but we would much rather build a rapport and spend thirty minutes getting to know more about the two of you and your needs then rattle on about our gear…though I do love talking shop.

Since we prefer spending our meetings like this we thought we’d throw out some common questions and random facts about the two of us.

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1) Nikon or Canon?  We shoot Nikon.  Why?  This one is easy.  I come from a background in film & video production, and had two Nikon lenses that I used in the video world.  Walla!  When Tiff wanted to get in to photography I already had two prime lenses ready and waiting, so her first camera body was a Nikon D40.  We’ve since upgraded, sold and upgraded again, but throughout we’re still Nikon.

2) Do you both shoot?  We have shot every wedding together.  We don’t have a designated layout of first shooter, second shooter roles, but after enough weddings together we have built a methodology that fits our personalities and our strengths.  If you ever see Tiff walk behind me and whisper something she is most likely keeping us on schedule or making sure no shots are missed.

3) How long have you been shooting?  This is our second wedding season.  We feel very fortunate and blessed that our business has grown as well as it has.  We attribute this to hard work and investing in others.

4) Did you go to school for photography?  Not in the traditional sense.  Tiff went to school for Early Childhood Education.  I studied Media Communications.  We are huge advocates of, “you will find a way to learn anything you are passionate about.”  We share more on our untraditional education HERE.

5) Why Weddings?  After our wedding Tiff fell in love with the process, the planning, and the idea of working with brides…and she knew the importance of having the right photographer on your wedding day.  The structure, creativity, and time management were all a perfect fit for her personality.  I, however, certainly never grew up thinking I would be a wedding photographer, and when Tiff came to me after our wedding with an interest in pursuing wedding photography I originally came on as more a photo editor.  I quickly realized I enjoyed being out shooting much more then being behind a computer.  For myself it’s the couples, and the creativity in capturing beautiful, natural images that tell a story.

6) Favorite moment of the wedding day?  We love capturing the day…the details…bringing together the entire story, but most of all we love the first look.  Capturing this private moment when a couple sees each other for the first time on their wedding day is such a beautiful moment.  We know the importance of photos.  We have our portraits taken at least once a year, and being able to capture this private moment for a couple is something we take great pride in.

7) Who do you look up to in the industry?  This is a good one.  Depending on what we’re talking about we have a few.  Branding, business design, marketing, and giving back we definitely look up to Jasmine Star, The Grays, Mike Larson, and Zack Arias.  Stylistically, we love the work of Jose Villa, Tec Petaja, Jennifer Hudson and Elizabeth Messina.

8) What do you do in your off time?  Definitely one of the hardest things about being a small business owner is pulling yourself away from your own business.  Mix in that we truly love what we do, and it’s very easy to stay in the office until late in the evening.  We do try to step away from the office, and enjoy a life with each other and with friends.  Tiffany has made strong friendships with other industry professionals as well as former brides who she loves catching up with for a meal or a hike.  I have a group of friends I enjoy working out with and doing the occasional mud race or half marathon with.  Add in catching up with a very large family, our Bert’s Big Adventure obligations and trying to help out anyone who has a question for us and we manage to keep a busy schedule.

9) How is it working with your spouse?  I’ll be blunt.  The first year was the hardest.  We were newlyweds stepping into a new industry we didn’t know anything about, we were trying to find our way both creatively and professionally as a team all while trying to learn how to balance our new roles as husband and wife.  Somehow though it worked.  We fill in the gaps for each other.  We learned our strengths and our weaknesses.  We learned more about patience and communication then we had ever known.  We recently left a wedding and looked at each other, and said how we couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

10) Are you nervous about becoming parents?  Absolutely…but we’re also crazy excited.  In fact I’m typing this on my phone as we head to interview a pediatrician.  One of the first things that bonded us when we were dating was our love for kids.

We definitely don’t know it all, but we love to share what we do know, so if you have a question drop us a line.  We may just have an answer, and if we don’t that’s even better because we can go find it together.

Happy Friday,

-Robert & Tiffany

4:28 am

A few weeks ago while visiting the folks my dad pulled out his uncle’s old Rolleiflex camera.  I only met my great uncle a few years before he passed, but in the time I spent with him I found him to be an extremely kind and warm hearted man.  My great uncle was never married, so after he passed my dad flew to Arizona to help clean his house and organize his belongings.  In the bathroom was an old Rolleiflex camera.  A little rusted and a little battered at the seams, but my dad brought it back home and for the last few years it has sat on a shelf in a bedroom.  Turns out my great uncle had a knack for photography, and had spent several years shooting out west.

So after giving the camera a bit of a dusting and ordering some rolls of film I figured a week at the lake seemed the perfect time to see if a sixty two year old camera still works.  The week was set around two things.  The fourth of July and a little relaxation, and celebrating with some friends and family who were also expecting their first little ones.

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-Robert & Tiffany

11:28 am

She’s gorgeous on the outside…

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…and on the inside.

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She’d be a hottie in any decade…

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…or in any country.

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She loves a good night out…

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…but enjoys a night home cooking in the kitchen.

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She can roll in the city…

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…but isn’t afraid to get a little dirty.

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She knows how to work hard…

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…and play harder.

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She loves fresh air, open spaces & beautiful light…

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…and believes the best of these are in Colorado.

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She’s an amazing woman…

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…who is going to be an amazing mom.

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Happy Birthday Tiffany.  I love you, and I am so grateful to have you in my life.

-Robert

 

*Thank you to our friends at Our Labor of Love, Ashley McCormick, Simply Bloom, 35 Atlanta, Amy Hunsinger, and Altmix Photography for some of the beautiful photos they’ve shot of us over the years.

2:26 pm

The instructions were simple; you bring diapers, we bring beer.  In fact simplicity is the key to a man shower, of course Tiff has her own idea of simplicity, and simple for her is me getting out of the kitchen and letting her simply do what she had planned on doing.  What Tiff had planned was a fun weekend hanging out on the lake with family and some dads-to-be.  All capped off with a home made meal over looking the lake.

I promised I would not bring my camera and spend the weekend behind it, but here are some iPhone images of Tiff’s ‘Club Dad’ tablescape.

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3:22 am

She’s never been as beautiful as she is today.  Pregnant with our baby girl she radiates love, and a happiness that I wish at times I could bottle for myself.  Then I remember I have it to myself.  I simply have to slow down and remind myself that from time to time.  Happy Anniversary T. Pretty sure our fourth year is going to be our best yet.

Hottie wife on our wedding day.

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If you want to see more of where we came from you can CLICK HERE.

-Robert

3:41 pm

“Why would you do this?”  ”Why would you not?” that’s usually the best response I can come up with.  It’s crawling in the mud, running in the woods, jumping in ice, and finally getting shocked…all while running a half marathon.  It’s 2-3 hours of camaraderie, laughter, and sweat all for the sake of an orange headband and free beer…and 5 races later I still love turning out to participate.  You can find out more about Tough Mudder HERE, or see what the past two years of Tough Mudder have looked like HERE, and if you want to run next year we’re always looking for new team members.

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Kicking off with a lot of chanting and a cloud of orange paint.

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It doesn’t take long before you’re down in the mud.

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Laid out on a motocross track this year’s Tough Mudder was truly one of the muddiest.

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I’ve always carried a GoPro camera with me, and this year was no different.  Only this time I remembered not to drop it in the water.

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They always save the best for last with Electroshock therapy.  I’ve been lucky in the past weaving my way through the 10,000 volt wires, but all good things come to an end and so did my luck as I found myself face down in the mud before the finish line.

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-Robert & Tiffany

 

8:20 pm

In two weeks we have the opportunity to photograph the new media campaign for The Bert Show.  Though we are excited this also means stepping outside our comfort zone, and documenting variable set-ups on a cyc wall.  Something we have not done before, but have been eager to tackle.  I’m way to much of a student to jump into something without doing the homework beforehand, so after reading two profoto manuals and Zack Arias’s blog post several times, we came to the Big Studio and with the help of Sarah, the studio manager, spent the morning setting up and testing out lighting a cyc.

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Prettiest stand-in I know.

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A little behind the scenes.

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-Robert & Tiffany

4:13 pm

For the past two years we’ve been through some highs and lows as we hoped to start a family.  Throughout it I’ve been in awe of Tiff’s strength and patience.  For anyone who knows her, Tiff was ready to be a mom well before she met me, and considering we’ve been together for 9 years that’s a long time to wait.  The last low came back in May when Tiff suffered a miscarriage at seven weeks.  We had not shared Tiff was pregnant, but sitting at the ER the support we received from family and friends who heard the news was simply humbling.  It makes announcing that Tiff is 12 weeks pregnant that much sweeter.  Even as we shared the exciting news with family and friends I don’t believe the reality had quite set in, but we are thankful.  Thankful and humbled by everyone who has supported us, and will celebrate with us when we welcome Baby P this September.

-Robert & Tiffany