Allison French
Allison French is the mother of Ellie, Tristan, Judah and Lucy, living in south Kansas City with her hubby of eight years, Chris. After teaching elementary school in Blue Valley for six years, she established her photography business, Allison Corrin Photography and specializes in newborn and lifestyle photography. Passionate about soaking up the sweetness in the simple, she muses over the dirty diapers, noisy time-outs, piled-up dishes, read alouds, never-ending pile of laundry, and other everyday lessons of motherhood in her personal blog here. A good day for Allison would include getting up while it’s still dark (and quiet), a good cup (or two…or three…) of creamed-up coffee, reading one of the (at least three) books she’s always in the middle of, a little blogging, followed by a long run or dancing at her Jazzercise class and concluded with baking something sweet with her own sweetums … and then promptly chowing down.
The Way Moms Work: The Imaginary Juggling Act
To celebrate the different expressions of how moms work, the KCMB series "The Way Moms Work" follows the many ways we work in a single day. We hope this series will champion all of the work...
Lessons from my Perfectly Imperfect Father
It’s strange, the seemingly instinctive progression of how we view our fathers. I remember counting down as a child until dad would walks through the door, attacking him with pent up vigor upon his return.
However, as...
Please Don’t Say Cheese: And Other Things Your Photographer Always Wanted to Tell You
Meltdowns. Tantrums. Tears. We’ve all been there with a photo session gone wrong. It’s stressful, embarrassing and such a disappointment. And then add these same reactions from our kids? It’s the pits.
However, having not...
A Quiet Heart: The Importance of Prioritizing Peaceful Practices in the Home.
It’s not quite 9 a.m. and the dishwasher is going, the laundry machine whirring in ritualistic harmony. I’ve worked out, written three emails, balanced the budget, changed two dirty diapers (of two different culprits),...
Raising Readers: How to Teach Your Child to Read
Although there are so many competing skills and ideals moms want to impart to our children, one of the things I knew before we even decided to homeschool (see my reason why here and what a...
When Marriage is on the Backburner
He hung through one side of the mini-van wrangling one screaming toddler, and I doubled over through the other side trying to swing the infant carrier into the latch while in-between us one unnamed...
The Power of Mom
I expected late night feedings and piles more laundry. I expected bandaids and legos and sippy cups and navigating through these all strewn throughout the house. I expected noise and babysitter fees and diaper costs...
When Everything Changes: One Family Battles Leukemia
I couldn’t sleep Monday night; tossing and turning, I reached over to check the time on my phone, ending up mindlessly thumb swiping up through Facebook recaps of friends’ Mondays. They come and go,...
Homeschooling: What It Isn’t, What It Is
We homeschool. As I’ve already learned firsthand from awkward silences, enthusiastic embraces, disapproving glances and/or a looks of concern as the person I’m speaking with adds up the number of children calling me “mom”...
Parenthood: Life’s Greatest Adventure
When our first child was three months old, my husband and I decided to take a vacation together as a newly formed family. Thinking through the logistics and newness of traveling with an infant,...
When We Remember: A Story of Miscarriage
The room was sterile and there were a million signatures needed from me. With every one, I wept. In hours, everything had changed - where I was once growing love and dreams and hope,...
When Our Hearts Broke: A Story of Miscarriage
As tears crept like fire up my throat and like knives into my eyes, I studied her face. She kept it steady, tilting her head slightly as she grew more quiet, her light-hearted conversation...
Living with Lots of Littles
I’m not sure when it dawned on me that I was the momma of lots of littles. Having three in diapers, perhaps. Or, perhaps when I found myself holding three vomiting children at one...
Nurturing Your Introvert
I wasn’t long into my motherhood years the word introvert was first suggested to describe one of my children. With little understanding of this term, I had come to believe the myths - that...
On Making A House Your Home
Walking inside their front door, it is not quiet and the pace is not slow. Messes are many and hands are usually full of at least one little one. And yet, there’s a sense...
