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Abi Q

Oakland | Boy Mom | Wife to Ryan Q | Photographer @abiqphoto | I'm not here to win a popularity contest ✌🏾️

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We decided to start taking the boys of purposeful, once a month solo dates. They each get to pick who they want to go out with and decide on a activity or dinner. They all picked Ryan. 😂😂 And I was worried they might all pick me and Ry would feel bad. 🤷🏻‍♀️😂🤦🏻‍♀️ Finn picked arcade games and mini golf with dinner at home first, Indie decided on cheese pizza and Plank (which is kinda like chucky cheese) and Stone said all he wanted was to go to go to Target. On further prompting he explained they would buy a small LEGO set, get pizza at the food court and build the set with dad. 😍😂 In other news, Stone has decided he only wants to wear all black, and I’m kinda in love with it. #stonewolfermoon
Pausing. To breathe. To take in the remarkable beauty. That is. all around. Everyday i walk past the flower petals on the pavement, decorating the cement like rain from the tree above. Natures confetti. This wonder. Hope.
Things I want to remember:: Finn being able to get Stone to talk about hard things when he won’t talk to me. The way Finn sympathizes and shares in the pain, and then ruffles Stone’s hair as they get out of the car. Their unspoken bond and tender big brother love. 🖤😫 #theqboys
Currently:: avoiding politics, reminding everyone I know to register to vote, listening to “the life-changing magic of tidying up” bc fuck if I can’t control something, anything. Also:: donating everything I own but do not need. Plotting how to convince the hubs we need a yellow front door. Searching Airbnb for little bungalow. Googling how to recycle TVs. Calling fabricators. Blogging this wedding. Checking timelines. Balancing two schools and all their parent teacher meetings. Meal prepping. And mostly, wanting to run far far away and just breathe. Anyone relate? 🙋🏻‍♀️
Growing up in the church the narrative of the 90’s was if a girl was raped she’d done something to deserve it. Good girls didn’t wear clothes that made boys have impure thoughts. Good girls didn’t put themselves in questionable situations. They didn’t walk down the street at night, have coed sleepovers and certainly didn’t drink alcohol. They kept themselves pure for their future husband. They were above reproach. . . No one ever thought to teach us how good boys should act. . . The problem has never been and will never be the victim. The problem is in the mindset. We need to go to the root of the problem where men feel that they are somehow entitled to others bodies. As a mother raising three boys I know I have a responsibility to help break the cycle. I’ve taught them from a young age that a no means no. That everyone deserve love and belonging but even something as small as a hug is not for taking. That they must honor others. That others must honor them. That non consensual sex is not called sex it is called rape. . . . Kavanaugh will get confirmed. I’m sure of it, same as I was sure Trump would become the republican nominee and win. But in our grief we must remember it’s not over. And, most importantly, the world we will leave for our children IS UP TO US. Hear me mother fucking roar. WE WILL NOT LET THE DECISIONS OF OUR ELDERS DICTATE THE FUTURE. The patriarchy WILL DIE with our elders and our children will lead the way, with honor, love and respect. 💥 📸 @braillegold #raisingactivistsandrebels #realtalkwithabiq #ourqniverse
Always chillin’. #theqboys
I’m falling in love with not perfect iPhone photos all over again. Especially when it‘s a photo of 2/4 of my heart having the time of their lives. #theqboys
Indie’s favorite out of town visitors are the ones who agree a donut and a hotdog at 11am are totally acceptable snacks. 😂🙌🏽 #indiowildegard #childhoodunplugged
#whatifoundwhilesweeping // Edition 10
That moment when everything is quiet and the house is mostly clean (ignore the dust bunnies under the couch, i really did sweep under it four days ago 🤷🏻‍♀️😂). Oh TV time after school, sometimes I rather like you. 🙌🏽😍 Also, could they for real be any cuter? #theqboys #apuppynamedpadme #thefrickinqhouse
We’ve been together since freshman year of college. 1.22.2002. Sixteen years of screaming music and concerts and making out and drinking more then we should. We’ve changed so much since then. And also, not at all. You’re still the one I’d choose, babe. Then and now. You’re my for keeps. 🖤 /// One of my new all time favorite photos of us at The National Concert last night. 📸 @braillegold
His joy is contagious. His laugh. His little skip hop run. His wonder and attention. My little. #indiowildegard
Mama night mother f’ing out. ✌🏼
We’ve started weekend Uno games with breakfast and it mightttttt be my favorite tradition yet. This is why kids should make the rules. 🙌🏽💥✌🏼🖤 #childhoodunplugged
I really never know what to caption my photos and just want IG to go back to being only for me to document and capture our lives. A way for the photographer (hi) who never takes photos of her own kids to have a living breathing memory of all the moments. But instead I ramble and yeaaaa. I’m over it. I don’t know if I was ever for the perfect curated feed other than for my own sanity but if I was, I’m done. So I’m posting three photos from the skatepark in a row bc this has been the busiest of seasons for our family and I rarely remember to take out my phone anymore and snap a photo and I really like these photos. And I do what I want. So there ya go. ✌🏼✌🏼😝 // and in the rambling down the rabbit hole way I normally engage in conversation, can we just talk about these knee socks my boys are loving and how damn cute they look in them?! #indiowildegard #childhoodunplugged
Things I want to remember:: his skinny little legs, covered in bruises bc skateboarding and his dirty converse that he loves with his whole heart. #stonewolfermoon
It’s a boys world, I’m just living in it. 🤷🏻‍♀️✌🏼 #theqboys
Things I don’t want to forget :: his obsession with this hat, and how I’ve bought it for him three times bc Padmé keeps eating it. The fact that he’s decided he only wants to wear all black like me and Ry and how his shirts now have to hit his pants line otherwise they’re too big. This morning he told me he couldn’t wear his Drake shirt anymore bc “that songs too old mom” and i about died. 😫😂 He has a obsession with converse sneakers, even though his brothers prefer Nikes. He’s learned to smack talk with the best of them and is actually pretty funny. His mind is expanding at such a fast rate in the last three weeks of school that I’m constantly in awe. He can sing a full song in Spanish, asked for “agua” last night, and can add 1+1, 2+2, 4+4, 8+8, 16 + 16 and 32 + 32, although the last accomplishment is bc he has a older brother. 😂😍🤷🏻‍♀️ He’s made lots of friends who come up and group hug him when he gets to school and makes him blush a little and all the third graders know him so he’s got some extra cool points there. He’s positive he can floss as good as anyone else, and actually can’t. At all. He still needs me to walk him into school everyday and walk him to his classroom but is never ready to leave when school is over. And he’s still terrified of the dark and wants me to cuddle him every night and I’m ok with that bc I mean. 😍😍 #stonewolfermoon
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