[these two]

So different.  In looks.  In attitude.  In all things...EXCEPT the fact that they have a tight squeeze on my heart.  Supa' tight.  Love um.

[january]

Love all these little monsters...

Black and White

Q:  What's black and white and red all over?
A:  No.  It's not a newspaper.  Well...technically it is.  But...this time it's more....

It's the month of February.  Ha.  Ha. Funny right?  Nah.  Well, here's the not-so-funny but well worth a smile details...

B&W sessions the entire month of February. Special session fee of $65 for a full session.  Final images will all be black and white.  Email/Call/Text/Facebook me for more details.

850-566-6946
corry_dee@yahoo.com
http://www.facebook.com/dee.kever

...and stay tuned for more business updates and details...

[knox]

Posting a few Sunday afternoon quick clicks of Little Man Knox. Just a few of the faces I see on a daily basis. How lucky am I? Sweet. Wee. Man.

Quicktakes...

...takes off to a great start! Love this fam. We are officially in the "Four and Above" club together. **knock fists together** You don't have to be in our club for fall pics, just call me. I'll fit you in. You may not fill up the bench quite like these guys do, but we'll make it work.

Knox = 3 months

When you have one child, you wonder if you could love another child as much.  Well, you do.

When you have two children, you wonder if you will be more stressed with three.  Well, you're not.  The stress level maxes out at two...you just learn to accept the fact that you've officially lost your mind.  You deal.

When you have three children and another on the way, you begin to wonder what causes them.  Well, you learn.  Then you forget again.

When you have four children AND another on the way, you wonder if it's possible to grow a third arm.  Well, you do.  You just can't see it, but I promise...you do.

When you have five children, you officially lose your sanity.  Your time.  Your money.  Your makeup.  Your toothpaste.  Your keys.  Your to-do-list.  Your everything that once was yours...is no longer yours.  It ALL belongs to the little beings you created.  The little beings you have been blessed with.  And really, just really, none of that other stuff stated above really matters.

What matters to me is that I have had the privilege of spending the past 3 months getting to know this little man.  Knox.  Though the past 3 months have been an understated form of crazy, he has been my "happy place" throughout the day.  All of the kids combined have sent me on an around the world trip from my "happy place" to places I'd rather not admit.  To places they probably would rather me not go to anymore.  Nah.  Well, yea.  But, at the end of the day, I'm always brought back to where I belong.  Where I want to be.  Piled up with not one, not two, not three, not four, but 5 cool kiddos who have rocked my world in a pretty dog-gone good way.

So, here's a happy three month shout out to Knox.  Love you little man!!!

I Am

I am good at taking pictures...most days.  I am good at debating.  Love a good challenge between my way or your way. I am good at making macaroni and cheese.  Preferable the microwavable kind.  I am good at wrecking vehicles.  ***grin***  I am da bomb at simultaneously feeding a baby while vacuuming the floor and talking on the phone.  I actually think I deserve an award for that one.

I am good at a lot of things.  A lot of random things.  I, however, am not perfect.  I am far far from perfect.  I  have come to the realization that I never will be perfect.  No one will.  We are all good at making mistakes.  We are all good at doing things we later regret.  Some more than others [raise my hand here].  Some less than others.  We. Are. Only. Human.

This being said, I have learned that it is not only important to realize when mistakes are made, but it is just as important to admit when they are made.  It benefits us when we admit our mistakes to ourselves.  It benefits us even more when we admit those mistakes to those who may have been hurt by them.

I made a mistake last week.  I posted something personal to me.  Personal to those involved.  Personal on a lot of levels.  Though my feelings are an open book, they should only be an open book when no one else's feelings will be involved.  Does it feel good to vent?  Absolutely.  This blog is my therapy.  Blogger.com has saved me bookoodles of money otherwise spent on therapy. True story.  What I posted last week felt good for a moment.  Mistakes normally do.  But, there comes that moment when the "good feeling" is gradually replaced by the feeling of regret.  The feeling that, as good as it felt, you know that there may be people hurt by what you did.  Often times the feeling of regret tips the scales in it's direction and weighs heavier than any good you felt from your actions.

So, I will stand up.  I will swallow my pride.  I will raise my hand and say to whoever may have read my last post...I am sorry.  I am sorry for the example I set.  It's not who I am.  It's not who I want to be.  I am not sorry for my feelings.  We all have feelings.  I am simply sorry for the way in which I expressed these feelings.  Some things are better left between my family and I.

Again.  I am not perfect.  I know most of my shortcomings.  Some I may not be aware of.  Some I may not want to be aware of. But at the end of the day, I feel that if and when we recognize our mistakes, as long as we try to fix them, that's all that matters.  Perfection is not possible in this life.  Being willing to try your best to work towards it...is.  That's all we can do.  That's all I can do.

I. Am. Only. Human.

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