Photography By Dee

.O.

2012-01-25T14:18:00.000-08:00

I'm a lucky girl. I got my prize. In more ways than one.

I love this man. My best friend in the whole world. My first crush. My first kiss. My first love. Sure, I could kill him some days...figuratively speaking...sort of. But, my life was never complete...and would have never been complete without him.

O, I love you more than I ever have. More than the first time I knew I loved you. Life's been more than a roller coaster for both of us. But, through every up...every down...we're always at the end of the ride TOGETHER. Sometimes a little tattered, but together none-the-less. I think that's all that really matters in the end.

I love the way you look at our babies. It melts my heart more than you will ever know. I love your dark curly hair. I love your smile. Your kindness. Your ability to make me laugh even when I'm angry. The way you smile at me and kiss me every night you get home.

I love us. I love the life we have created together. The life Heavenly Father has blessed us with. I love the fact that I have won the prize I dreamed about my whole life. You.

I cannot wait to spend eternity with you.

I love you, O.

(now do I get my back massage tonight? ;)

bird

Things that Make Me Smile

2011-12-20T06:33:00.000-08:00

Some people base their happiness on their immaculate home.
I'm just happy when you can walk across my floor without tripping on a monster truck or having a milk-sogged froot-loop stuck to the bottom of your foot.

Some people smile because they drive the fastest, most expensive car.
Ok, so maybe I'm a wee bit jealous when a red 'vette flies past me on the interstate as I frantically search (one handed) for a napkin to fling across the length of my Tahoe to soak up juice that Tripp spilled in the back seat.

Some people base their wealth on the amount of money they have in the bank.
I'm just thrilled when there's enough in the account to make a much needed Walmart run.

What makes me happy...what makes smile...what makes me feel that I am blessed beyond measure...are these four little beings. Four little monsters. Four little beggars, mess makers, comedians, dancers, arguers, snuggle bugs, hug-givers, friends... These four kids are what make me smile each and every day. Sure, there are moments a smile is the farthest thing from my face. Particularly when I find my makeup covering my make-up table. But that's all part of it, I guess. But, these guys are my world. My life. I look at them and feel as if I have accomplished everything in this life that I was meant to do. I am beyond blessed for what the Lord has given to me.

So, when you pass me in your brand new car, I may be a little jealous, but just know that what I have INSIDE my ol' Tahoe is what makes me smile. (I'll just buy my new 'vette when I retire ;)

Little Bit

2011-12-16T08:55:00.000-08:00

My, how fast 6 months flies by. Especially when you're in love with something as sweet as my Estella. Happy 6 months bit-bit. Mommy loves you bigger than the city (stole that line from your brother ;). Can't wait to watch you grow and grow.

Love eternally,
Mommy

(yea, we had to model the hats Kacky sent for Christmas...THANKS Kacky!!!)

A Ronarina...

2011-12-06T08:25:00.000-08:00

...all grown up...

Everytime I see her, I wonder what Zac would say about her. About her personality. About her squeaky little voice...who I swear sounds like the mice on Cinderella. I wonder what on this good-green-earth he would say about that ORANGE curly hair. Not red. Orange. Most of all, I wonder just how precious the relationship would have been between these two. I know it would have been more than special. I know he would have loved her with all his heart. All his soul.

I know, without a doubt, he does love her. I know he watches his little girl grow each day. And though we can't watch their relationship here, I know that somewhere deep inside, Rosalina knows her daddy.

One thing I know for a certainty is that this little orange-head's hair is fire orange for a reason...all I'll say is you BETTER not mess with her...

Love you Ronarina! You are still...and will always be...Aunt Dee's pudge muffin.

{H}

2011-12-05T13:15:00.000-08:00

Glenda and Brian, it was so great to meet you guys. You have some of the most beautiful children I've ever seen. Seriously. You made my job easy. Despite the fact that we were in a race against the sun due to a GPS defect ;), I had a good time with you guys!

Leaving you with a good ol' handful of sneak peaks from our session.

Adios!

.lock.

2011-11-02T09:34:00.000-07:00

shhhclick.

Say it fast. About 10 times. That's the sound of my car door locking. The sound I heard when I stepped out of my drivers side door...shut it...and walked around the car to unload Isla and Stella.

Here I stand. Helpless as I look at my keys in the car. As I glare at the spare key hanging off my diaper-bag that's sitting under Stella's car seat. Helpless as I look at my 5 month old sound asleep. At Isla smiling so big. Grinning ear to ear as she hits LOCK over...and over...and over... I guess that's cool if you're 18 months old.

I would like to thank Liberty County Sheriff's Department for your quick response. Sorry for the inconvenience. I have a sneaky suspicion this won't be our last 911 call. ***sigh***

Could be worse right? Could be like the time I locked myself in the car right after my c-section. Sitting in the back feeding the baby...pinned in between the car-seat and door...in the doctor's office parking lot. How was I supposed to know the child safety lock was on that door? It works. I couldn't open it. Little did I realize that I couldn't climb over car seats easily with my stomach in stitches...literally. I beat on the window...screaming for help as people walked by. Hoping for just ONE nice person to open the door from the outside. You know that side glance people give when they try to avoid a situation? Yea. That's about all I got. 'Nuff bout that.

It's my life. Love it :) No really, I do. Thankful for each insane moment, because there are SO many wonderful moments mixed in there. The ratio of mix may be a little more on the insane side, but the good's in there none-the-less. And I couldn't ask for more...

...other than one extra spare set of keys...

{estella}

2011-10-27T11:36:00.001-07:00

Words cannot express how much I love this little bit. She has a special place in Mommy's heart. Happy {almost} 5 months to my sweet Stellies! Love you small fries :)

Fall Quick Takes

2011-10-10T16:57:00.000-07:00

Two doc appointments accomplished with 2 babies...check

Breathe...check

Walmart run after doc appointments...check

Breathe...check

Pick older two kids up from school...check

Quick power nap while waiting in car for school to dismiss...check (yawn)

Unload groceries, unload babies, put up groceries, change diapers, feed babies, cook dinner, clean up from dinner, change poopy...check

Breeeeeathe...ch...ch...check

Post {as promised} details for Fall Quick Takes...CHECK!!!

Location: My house, folks
Cost: $75
Includes:
• CD with 2 digital images AND copyright for printing your images and cards
• 1 8x10
• Your images entered into a contest in December for chance to win an 11x14 pic of one of your images

To book your session, call my cell at 850-566-6946. Leave a message if I don't answer. Chances are I'm in the middle of a diaper change, feeding a baby, or just catching my breathe ;)
OR email me at corry_dee@yahoo.com

Adios!

Estella...1/4 year

2011-09-08T10:24:00.000-07:00

1/4 of a year

+

1/4 inch hair

+

1/4 of our savings account worth of diapers

+

1/4 of the day I spend CHANGING diapers

=

1 absolutely precious bundle of joy

Happy 3 months old my sweet baby Stella! Can't believe you're already 1/4 of the way through your first year. We love you little bit!

Pieces of Z

2011-09-08T07:58:00.000-07:00

...they are all around. An American flag that hangs on Tripp's wall. An "Uncle Zac" flag as Tripp proudly calls it. His Bible in my bedside table. His picture on the dash of my car. The fact that Tripp looks just like him. Acts like him.

This weekend, Logan found one of Zac's dog tags laying in an open field behind our house. No telling how it got there...or what Z was doing at the time he lost it. Probably up to no-good...along with my husband. However it found it's way off of his neck onto the ground really doesn't matter. What matters is that it's a little piece of my brother that lets me know that no matter how much I miss him...he's still here. Here in spirit. Here in little pieces like this.

As I look at this little piece of metal, I can't help but think of all the places it traveled while on his neck. Maybe he wore it while he was in Afghanistan or Pakistan. Maybe he wore it through his best days...his worst days. If little chunks of metal could talk, I'd love to hear the stories this one could tell.

So, as I hold this little piece of Zac in my hand, I can't help but smile. Smile at the thought of my brother. At the fact that after all these years, we were lucky enough to find this little piece of history.

Last, but not least, I smile at the fact that this dog-tag is a reminder that my brother...along with MANY MANY other soldiers put their lives on the line every day to fight for our country. Our freedom. Some make it home. Some don't. Some make it home, like Zac, only to find the memories of war are too much to bare. For all of their service and sacrifice, I am grateful.

Grateful for the opportunity to know a wonderful soldier, brother, friend, uncle...and to have pieces of him that let me know he's never far away.

Love and miss you Z.

Happy First Birthday Isla

2011-06-24T09:40:00.000-07:00

...happy birthday to you...
...you live in a zoo (literally)...
...you look like your Daddyyyy (which I think is a good thing)...
...and you act like him too (may not be such a good thing)...

June 10, 2011

Isla baby...you've survived your first year in our crazy household. A major accomplishment in itself. You've survived two falls off Mommy and Daddy's bed. You've survived busted lips, goose eggs, Mommy (almost) forgetting you in the house while you were sleeping, drinking week (or weekS) old curdled milk in hidden sippy cups found under furniture, eating ladybugs, and many MANY more things that have only made you stronger. We've enjoyed every single second of you being here with us and we're looking forward to watching you grow into the beautiful person we know you will be.

Happy birthday baby girl!!! We love you!!!

Welcome to the World Natia Estella

2011-06-18T09:11:00.000-07:00

Not sure what I ever did in this life to deserve all I've been blessed with. All I know is that I am beyond thankful for the opportunity to be 150% in love with not ONE...not TWO...not THREE...but FOUR little mini-me's.

On June 10th, 2011, we welcomed Stella into our world. 7 pounds 4 ounces of pure sweetness. Not sure who she looks like just yet, but she couldn't be more perfect.

We love you Stella. We're so thankful that Heavenly Father has allowed us to have you in our lives. You have 3 brothers and sisters that love you very much. You have two parents that love you more than you will ever know. Stay strong in your faith. Stay positive. Enjoy life and have fun. Appreciate all you have been given. Endure all that comes your way the very best you can. And when you feel you can't, turn to your Heavenly Father for strength. Always ALWAYS know that your family loves you. ...and don't hold it against Isla that you both share the same birthday (one year apart)...and clothes...and shoes...and toys...and future cars... :) Love you baby girl! My sweet sweet baby girl.

Love eternally,
Mommy and Daddy

Doors

2010-12-16T07:51:00.000-08:00

2010. Done. Almost...

They say when one door closes, another door opens. True. Seems like such a simple concept. I've learned that it's far from simple. Quite complicated, actually. That much overused statement fails to inform you just what lies behind that next door. Just how much time you are given between one door opening and then smackin' you in the rear. The most important missing piece of information is once that door is shut, there's no going back. There is no key to re-open past doors of life.

That being said, there's been many doors opened for me in 2010. I became a mother of three. Let me say that again...A MOTHER OF THREE. **insert bug eyes here** That long ago dream of a kidless successful attorney has been obliterated. Poof. Up in smoke. Door SLAMMED! But I'm forever grateful that door has been shut. I wouldn't trade my Anna Bugs, Troops, and Isla Baby for anything. They are my world. My life. My keys to all doors that lead to happiness (and a few that lead to insanity of all levels).

On to the crazy. After 32 years of marriage, my parents divorced this summer. I can remember Anna Lynn being born on their 25th wedding anniversary 7 years ago. September 23, 2003. It was a good day. A WONDERFUL day. A day that I could picture two wonderful moments being celebrated on the same day for the rest of our lives. Door...shut. I think that door was slammed so hard, it's probably broken into hundreds of teeny-tiny shreds. I would never want to go back through that door. As a matter of fact, if I could concrete it shut, I would. I wouldn't wish what I went through this summer on my worst enemy. I'll spare you the details and just tell you that my Heavenly Father led me by the hand through that bunch of...for lack a better word...mess.

I knew Isla was a blessing from the very beginning, but I never knew just how much I needed her until this summer...before she was even born. She is the one thing that kept me focused on staying calm and positive through Mom and Dad's issues. I knew I had to for her sake. When she was born in June, it was a wonderful day. I knew that no matter what craziness surrounded me thanks to my parents...no matter what trials I face...there are always blessings in store. She was my little light at the end of a long dark tunnel. Thank you Isla.

Not long after the divorce, my mother packed her bags and hauled toosh to California. Still not sure what to say or think about that...other than I hope she's happy...and she really does seem to be. 'Nuff said about that. Though, I picture that door still swingin'...not sure why...but its-a swingin'.

Logan lost his job in September. 3 months after Isla was born. Shake an already rocky boat (one that includes a hormonal post-pregnant lady) and you'd think we'd sink. We didn't. Was it hard? Absolutely. Was it scary? Definitely. Through prayer...many MANY prayers...and much faith, Logan found another job a few weeks later. Best part is, he works now where he's wanted to work for many many years. Going through this was a test of our marriage. A test of our faith. We both stood strong...together. It made us realize how much we need each other. How much we need our Heavenly Father in all part of our lives, but especially our marriage. Door shut (and I can promise I was looking pretty darn hard for that key). Door opened.

This past Tuesday, December 16, Grand-daddy, my last living grandparent passed away. At 93 years old, he lived a good life. A long life. It was to be expected, but that never makes it easy. Loss is something I feel I should be used to by now. You learn how to deal with it, but it doesn't take away the fact that losing someone still hurts. He will be missed, but I know he was welcomed "home" by Nanny and Zac. He can now rest from all the craziness we are left to deal with in this life. And for that, I'm a little jealous. We love you Grand-daddy.

Lesson learned from the doors of my life: You can't go back. There is no magic key that allows you to re-enter a period of your life and relive it. No magic key that allows you to go back and spend more time with someone you loved and not take them for granted. You simply open the next door in front of you, pray hard, hold on to every ounce of faith you have, and walk. Simply walk through each door knowing it was placed before you by Heavenly Father, who will carry you through every step of the way...even when you think you can't go anymore...until the next door opens.

Lastely, I have a little announcement. I believe I had a similar announcement at this same time last year. Yeppers. I did. The door to being a mother of 4 will be opened in June next year. Some call us crazy. I call us blessed (with a touch of crazy). A she-Logan or he-logan will make his/her debut in June next year. Isla and this baby have the same due date...just 12 months apart. Wish us luck, patience, and sleep!

I am so blessed. So blessed that we have a healthy beautiful family and that Logan and I had the opportunity to visit the Orlando Temple this past weekend and be sealed together as a family for time and all eternity. NOTHING in this world compares to knowing that "...'till death do you part" is now "...for time and all eternity." That we will be a family even after this life. A crazy family still, I'm sure, but together none-the-less. So, we've had a wonderful end to this crazy year. Another insanely crazy yet wonderful year.

Merry Christmas y'all :)

Adios 2010.

Door shut.

d

(and if there are spelling and grammer issues...it's because I don't feel good thanks to Anna's generous dose of strep she so kindly shared with me :)

8 Weeks 8 Expressions

2010-08-03T09:57:00.000-07:00

Baby "Iwa" and her many expressions she's mastered during her 8 weeks of life. Love this little thing. Love all my babies (including you, O :). I am so blessed!

6 Weeks of Bliss

2010-07-21T11:31:00.000-07:00

For the first time in my life, (my after baby lives), I can honestly say I'm not exhausted. I'm not a new-mommy zombie. I'm 100% well rested and 200% in love with this little girl. She's a perfect angel. She rarely cries. She's a good travel buddy. She loves her "Big Brudder" and "Big Sis." She loves Kubota rides and looking at trees against the afternoon sky. Best of all, this little sweetie has allowed Mommy and Daddy to sleep at least 8 to 9 hours every night from the night we brought her home. ***ahhhhhh***

These past 6 weeks have been such a joy. A few stinky moments, a few crazy moments, but many many wonderful moments. Though it's a bit bittersweet realizing 6 weeks have passed us by, I'm looking forward to watching this little beauty grow. I'm so thankful for the opportunity to have her in my life. We love you Isla Baby :)

Welcome Home Isla Ryan

2010-06-16T14:15:00.000-07:00

Our world changed forever on June 10, 2010 at 11:45am as we welcomed Isla Ryan into our lives.

We knew the date. We knew the time. But no amount of mental preparation can prepare you for the moment you hear your baby's first cry. The moment that, after all the worrying you did the past nine months, you realize she's perfect. The moment you realize how truly blessed you are.

Isla made her big entrance weighing 8lb 5oz and 20 1/4 in long. She looks like her Daddy. Daddy's nose. Daddy's ears. Daddy's lips. Even his underturned pinky toe (thanks Daddy :). She's perfect.

I'm thankful beyond words for my life. For Logan, my best friend. For Anna Lynn, Tripp, and now our precious little Isla. I'm thankful that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to bless me with all I have in this life.

Isla, Mommy and Daddy love you more than words can say. You are a true blessing to our family...in ways you will understand one day. You are perfect. We can't wait to watch you grow into the beautiful little girl we know you will be. We can't wait to see you and your big sister and brother grow up together. We pray that life will be good to you and that you will be strong spiritually, emotionally, and physically to take whatever this big and crazy world throws at you. Stand strong in all you do. Always do what's right. Take life's challenges and learn from them. It's ok to cry, but get back up and push forward. Always know that you have a family who will love you no matter what. But most importantly, always know that you have a Heavenly Father who loves you no matter what.

We love you, Isla Ryan. Forever and ever.

Love eternally,
Mommy and Daddy

{luke}

2010-03-24T06:42:00.000-07:00

Introducing Luke. An adorable little man who came into the world this past weekend. Becky and Joseph, you guys make some pretty youngin's. Too bad you're thinking of stopping at 4 ;) Enjoyed visiting you guys yesterday!

I have to admit...and this is pretty sad. I had a near panic attack when I held Luke for the first time yesterday. I think the reality set in, at that very moment, that I am about 10 or 11 weeks away from the same exact thing. Sleepless nights, surgery, raging hormones (as if they can get much worse), but most importantly that wonderful moment you've waited nine long months for...getting to meet your new little bundle of joy.

So, sorry if I passed him back 30 seconds after holding him. It was me...not him. He's precious and you guys are so blessed to have him. I do have one request though: can we have first dibs on him for Isla one day? He's gonna be one handsome little man ;)

Isla's Room

2010-02-19T09:31:00.000-08:00

**wipe brow** Given the fact that the bed and couch have been my best friend the last 5 months, I'm pretty excited to have tackled yet another room in our house. It's so nice to walk into a girly room. A room filled with pink and toile. Not deer heads, mounted coyotes, or even a WHOLE deer mounted (yep, he's resting on our fireplace hearth). It's a wonderful feeling to enter a room without some sort of animal looking at you.

Now the waiting begins for little one to make her big entrance into the world. And, to clarify the name. It's pronounced EYE-la. Yea, she's doomed for life of correcting the pronunciation, but it'll only make her tough :) And trust me, that's a trait she must acquire to live in this crazy household.

16 weeks to go...10 if she's anything like her brother and decides to come 6 weeks early :)

Dramatize THIS, Palmers!

2010-01-20T09:47:00.000-08:00

So, I'm watching Cake Boss on TLC. Love that show. Commercial comes on. I'm not normally one to watch commercials, but I did notice that it happened to be an advertisement for Palmers Cocoa Butter for preventing stretchmarks. Hmmmm. Might be worth watching. Not sure why, as I have plenty of them from both kids. Kindof attached to them by now, but wouldn't mind keeping more at bay.

Of course, the commercial starts out with the perfect pregnant woman. Gorgeous hair, gorgeous skin, nice outfit. Far from my pony-tailed hair, no make-up, sweatshirt, leopard print fleece pj pants, and "boots with the fur" slippers (as Logan calls them). Ok, that's MY choice to look like poo. I won't continue to harp on that.

That, alone, is enough already to make any exhausted pregnant woman feel less than desirable. THEN comes the low blow. The Palmer people decide to show a pregnant belly with a couple of unsightly stretchmarks...with the word DRAMATIZATION at the bottom of the screen.

Well, Palmer People, let me tell you, if you think that belly is a dramatization of stretch marks, I'd love to know what you call my large family of stretch marks. "Mutilation?" "Broke Beyond repair?" "Oh-SNAP, look at those?"

...So, Palmer People, you can keep your Cocoa Butter Stretch Mark Cream and your silly commercial. I'll keep my stretch marks. All 78 of them. The ones on my stomach, the ones on my sides. And the ones on my hips that no bathing suit will ever cover up. Why? Because they are proof that I was blessed with two...going on three...little ones that I would GLADLY take over a smooth-perfect-skined belly any day.

Keep your dramatizations to the pregnant gals who were lucky enough to escape pregnancy battle scar free.

Thank you very much.

From a...for a split second possible customer...but not anymore,

Dee

It's All Good

2010-01-15T06:50:00.000-08:00

Nothing is more unnerving than going to your "big ultrasound." The one where all your little ones parts are searched for, counted, and measured to make sure everything is ok. On the flipside, nothing is more relieving than hearing that your baby is perfectly healthy. We got to breath a huge sigh of relief around 11:00am yesterday. She's perfect. Thank you, Lord!

I think she looks like her Daddy. It looks like she has his nose. We'll see in June. However, if she acts like her father, I'm doomed. I knew him growing up. I heard the horror stories of him when he was little. Mom saw him in action. She's warned me.

Despite the fact that I have a 50/50 chance of birthing a terror, we are so thankful and so blessed to a healthy baby on the way AND so ready to meet her!

First half of the nine months...CHECK. Second half...let's get'r done!

Verily, verily, I say unto you, ye are little children, and ye have not as yet understood how great blessings the Father hath in his own hands and prepared for you;
And ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along. The kingdom is yours and the blessings thereof are yours, and the riches of eternity are yours.
And he who receiveth all things with thankfulness shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred fold, yea, more.
D&C 78: 17-19

Murphy's Law #368

2009-12-30T14:00:00.000-08:00

Stopped up toilets encourage in-the-process-of-potty-training toddlers to actually use the potty...and flush...

He didn't use the potty ALL DAY. Hence the multiple pairs of size 3T underwear piled in the washer. But when I later discovered the toilet was completely stopped up, he decides that "it's time."

You know, it's like those dog whistles that humans can't hear...I swear that clogged toilets send out some sort of enticing come-hither noise that attracts children.

I may never find out exactly why it happens, but at least it is one less pair of undies I have to wash today. Instead, I get to wash an entire load of toilet water towels. Yippee. Yi. Yay.

...but good job T-man for FINALLY making it to the potty!!!! Love you buddy :)

Owen and Dee Plus 3

2009-12-28T07:06:00.000-08:00

[Blogging...what's blogging?!]

Been awhile. A long long while since I've been in this little corner of the internet. Not that there's been a lack of things to blog about. There's been plenty. Plenty, I tell you. A lot of good things, a whole lot of funny things, and a few things that probably would have involved words that should never be used...not that I would have used them, but, well, I might have for a couple of things...

But, I can honestly say that, at the beginning of 2009, it seemed like 2010 was an eternity away. A couple of eternities away. Now it's upon us. As I look back at what was really and truly just a blink of an eye, I count my blessings that have come out of, what was, a year that began with sadness, anger, hurt, and...in the end...a world of happiness.

My light at the end of the dark tunnel of divorce was my best friend growing up. My first crush. My high school sweetheart. My lifelong neighbor. My now husband, "Owen." The mile stretch of highway, woods, and creeks between our houses growing up has more history than the 8 years that have passed since we last saw each other.

I don't know how or why things in life happen or fall into place as they do. All I know is that I am so happy. Anna Bugs and Tripp are so happy. I am finally "home." Where I need to be. Where I grew up. Where we grew up. Where I can't wait to watch Anna and Tripp grow up and experience all the wonderful things Logan and I did as children.

On top of all the blessings already in our lives...we found out this past October that we will be adding an extra special little blessing to our family in June. A little girl. We are all thrilled! Couldn't have asked for a sweeter blessing to come at the end of what was a difficult year.

I am so thankful for all the blessings in my life. I'm thankful for the strength God gives me to pull through every difficult situation in my life. I am thankful for the sweetness at the end of every difficult situation when I endure with patience and faith. It's definitely not always easy, but it's worth it.

So, my New Year's resolution is to continue to update my little corner of the web now that I have time...which I'm sure I'll be lacking come June. But, there will be ton's of pics in June, I can promise that...when we welcome Cora Ryan K. to the family. She will carry on her Uncle Zac's middle name...and hopefully her Daddy's big brown eyes and his thick dark curly hair he had when he was little. We'll see. All I know is that we can't wait! AND: anyone with tips on surving 3 kids, please feel free to post them...at any time...

I wish you all the best of 2010 and a safe and happy New Year this weekend!

tootles!

3 Kids and Counting...

2009-12-01T16:20:00.000-08:00

Becky and Joseph, I'm so thankful that all has fallen into place in my life as it has, and that I have made two WONDERFUL friends in the process. You guys are both such special people and you have a beautiful family as well. We had so much fun with you Sunday afternoon and I have to admit that I am beyond embarrassed that for our "makeshift" dinner, I served up a wonderful smorgasbord of leftover dried out cake to us adults and goldfish and Halloween candy to the kids. What a wonderful hostess I've become LOL!

We need to get together more often before the middle of next year when we will have, combined, 2 additional to cash vacuums to be responsible for. That's a total of...let me count...7 children. That's scary. REAL scary! But that's ok, we'll just have to plan LOTS of movie nights ;)

d

Redneck Bath

2009-10-23T10:07:00.000-07:00

Yea, we can get away with this living in the country. After building roads in the dirt this morning with his heavy equipment and tractors, there was no way he was taking a bath inside. Much less, come inside. Zac lives on...in more ways than his love for tractors and guns...

...the last pic is a picture of Zac and Dad. It's like I'm raising my brother all over again...HELP ME!!!! :)

Siblings

2009-10-22T08:15:00.000-07:00

Mrs. Gunter, Carrie Anne, and David, I had a blast with you guys yesterday. You were pros. Yes...even you David! It was so good to see you, Mrs. Gunter. We miss you! Wish we could pay you come over here to teach!!!

URN 4 It

2009-09-29T16:23:00.000-07:00

You're in for it. Urine for it. HOWEVER you put it, I wish I had a smidgen of a clue just how much I was in for it when I conceived "mini Zac.". Actually, maybe it was for the greater good that I didn't know.

Example. As Anna And Tripp are bathing, I'm laying on the bed relaxing. Checking email. Chillin'. Well...I was chillin'...until Anna screamed. The last time I heard that scream, she came home at the end of the day with a pink cast on her foot. Not a good feeling. I rush across the room and fling open the shower curtain they had closed. I wasn't sure what to expect, but then again, nothing surprises me.

Picture this: Tripp hovering over poor Anna Lynn..."water hose" in hand...spraying her with all he's got...PEEING on the poor kid. Anna's in the fetal position screaming her brains out and Tripp has a look of, "take THAT!" on his face.

I'm sure it made him proud to have the upper hand for once in his life. I mean, the poor little guy is forever under his big sister's control. I guess it's his way of finally establishing some sort of authority. However, I guess I need to nip that in the bud. When he's 30 and runs for president, it may not look good when he "whips it out" on the other candidate. But even if he did, ths momma would still be proud. A little embarrassed...but proud.

So, yea, I am N for it. I'm in for MANY more grey hair-producing situations I'm sure. But that's what I signed up for, I guess. Wouldn't have it any other way ;)

{once upon a time}

2009-09-24T08:58:00.000-07:00

...a little love story that began 26 years ago...

Happy B-Day Anna Bugs!

2009-09-23T08:46:00.000-07:00

9 lb 3 oz. 23 inches long. 6 years ago today, this little...rather large...bundle of joy changed my life forever. I never knew what pure love was until she came into my life. I never knew what a challenge was until she turned 2 nor the true meaning of strong willed. I never knew just how much patience one soul could muster up inside :).

Anna Lynn, I have loved watching you grow up, baby girl. It's like watching myself grow up all over again. Although it's a bit sad realizing that 6 years FLEW by, I can't wait to continue watching you grow and experience all this life has to offer. And just as much, all that YOU have to offer life. You are an amazing spirit. Smart. Sometimes a little too smart. Yet, you have that "large zest for life" that your teachers describe. Yea, you may have energy out the wazoo that's driving me to an early death, buy truth is, I wish I had it too. I love you more than you will ever know. Happy number 6, baby girl. You will ALWAYS be Mommy's baby girl...no matter how big you get.

So, pop it...lock it...put it in your pocket.
Pop it...lock it...and throw it away.

**fists together** We Cool.

[rules]

2009-09-17T10:46:00.000-07:00

Some things I don't understand. Some things I DO NOT WANT to understand. The longer I live the more I realize how true Dad's two rules of life are.

1. People are dumb (I'll err on the side of nice for this one and stick with "people don't make good choices")
2. People are out for your money

Hey, they aren't MY rules. Didn't say I agreed in how he presents them, but I've found that...a lot of the time...they are true. Before I continue, let me confess that I've had my fair share of "not good choices." Actually, I've had my very fair share of dumb moments. Di and Ber, DO NOT MAKE A COMMENT. I will delete it. Promise ;) Now I can continue to type non-hypocritically.

Now, before you judge me too quickly on posting rule #1, read this:

What is CDC’s recommendation regarding "swine flu parties"?
"Swine flu parties" are gatherings during which people have close contact with a person who has 2009 H1N1 flu in order to become infected with the virus. The intent of these parties is for a person to become infected with what for many people has been a mild disease, in the hope of having natural immunity 2009 H1N1 flu virus that might circulate later and cause more severe disease.

CDC does not recommend "swine flu parties" as a way to protect against 2009 H1N1 flu in the future. While the disease seen in the current 2009 H1N1 flu outbreak has been mild for many people, it has been severe and even fatal for others. There is no way to predict with certainty what the outcome will be for an individual or, equally important, for others to whom the intentionally infected person may spread the virus.

taken from http://www.cdc.gov/h1n1flu/qa.htm

So, we see rule #1 really does apply. So, when these swine flu party-goers become infected with H1N1, they go to the doctor...who in turn is out for your money...who writes you a prescription for medication from pharmaceutical companies who we ALL know are out for our money...in which the partiers must take because they were dumb. See, the rules go round and round.

The fact that I actually took my time to look up info on the H1N1 virus on the CDC website probably categorizes me under rule #1. However, that being said, it also shows that I am as freaked out about coming anywhere near a virus spore from this mess as I was from the LARGE grasshopper on the door last week that prohibited me from entering my own home. That's ok, though. I have a germex party at LEAST 10 times a day while these idiots have their "let's infect ourselves" party.

Now, to which does rule #1 apply?

That's what I thought ;)

Have a great H1N1-free day!

T = 3

2009-09-14T09:42:00.000-07:00

The one man that has remained a constant in my life. My little buddy. My little outdoors-man that also helps do housework. The littlest love of my life. My Tripp.

I can't believe you are already three years old little man. How time flies. How you have grown. How you look more and more like your Uncle Zac each day. How you act more and more like him. Problem? Possibly. I love you more than you know, Troops. You are Mommy's heart. Any man that likes monsur frucks, fractors, shoo-shoo frains, "bota" rides, and will still play dress up with his sister IS and WILL be quite a catch one day. :) But guess who got to have you first? ;)

Happy number 3 to my big man, Tripp!!!!

Twins & TuTus

2009-09-02T10:38:00.000-07:00

A small sneak peek from yet another twins session. They've come a long way from shooting the photographer a bird on the first shoot LOL! The little girls are ABSOLUTE DOLLS!

The Littlest Kever

2009-08-13T14:29:00.000-07:00

It's a mini-Mase. Sorry Jen, you carried him for nine long months and gave birth to him. That's pretty much it. I think Mason's genes beat yours to the punch. But that's ok. Ashten couldn't be any more precious. And that hair...maybe he could share some with his uncles ;)

100% pure sweetness.

Things That Matter

2009-08-12T20:51:00.000-07:00

I learned this the hard way today. Funny that I had posted earlier about having faith and putting our lives solely in God's hands.

Things that matter aren't our pesky problems. Not even our big problems. It's our family and friends that really matter.

I called Dad this afternoon on his way home from work to check on him. It's a sinking feeling in your stomach when...instead of talking to your Dad...you hear voices asking, "sir, are you ok? Sir, sir, sir...."

All I knew is that my Dad, the most important man in my life, was on the side of the road somewhere between home and work. Turns out, he was 3 miles from home, had over-corrected and rolled his truck.

Words can't describe what it feels like driving up to an accident scene, with a truck on it's side, the drivers side cab crushed in, and knowing it's your dad. Three of our neighbors had heard the accident and were helping Dad out of the truck.

It's a moment I'll never forget. I want to forget it, but I never will. As Dad stood up, with help, I ran out of my truck towards him. He looked at me. I looked at him. He looked dazed and confused. His mouth was bloody. He had blood on his hand. A that moment, the only thing I said to him was...."Why Dad? Why?" I don't know why I said it. I was scared more than I've ever been scared in my life. I was worried. I was in some way angry. It was the only thing I could think to say. Dad stared at me. Chris and his Mom still holding him up. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. But in some way, I think we both knew what the other was thinking.

As they loaded Dad up in the ambulance, I told him I loved him. I didn't know what was going to happen over the next few hours. All I knew is what I had already promised earlier today to give everything to God. That's all I could do. Whatever happened would be His will. I was still scared, still angry, still confused, but at least I knew I had a safe place to lay my worries.

Dad is a miracle. He has another shot at this crazy life ahead of him. He's ok. Bummed up. Bruised. Sore. A little "out of it" still, but he's ok. He's here.

So yes, there are things in life that really and truly matter. There are things that really and truly don't. It's having friends and family that will do anything for you at anytime. It's having a Dad to vent about your Mom to. It's having a Mom to vent about your kids to. It's love that matters.

Thanks to everyone who stayed by our sides...at the hospital and on the side of the road today. I don't know what we would have done without you.

(thanks Rhett for the song suggestion. Love it. Love me some Rascal Flatts ;) I tried putting it on the blog, but imeem won't let me. It's actually the title for this post. Couldn't have come at a more perfect moment. For anyone who would like to listen to it, click here http://www.imeem.com/people/1sIJCXg/music/wHlXdWFJ/rascal-flatts-things-that-matter/ )

...also, things that DON'T matter are spelling and grammer and it's 12:40am and it's been a LONG day and night and I DON'T feel like it matters to spell check and proof, so please overlook and uneducatedish spellings or grammer problems. Thanks!

d

Having faith...

2009-08-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

...this morning. Giving it all to God. There is only so much I can do. So much I can fight. Funny part is...He was waiting for me to put it ALL in his hands from the very beginning. It feels good. Really good. Because of this, I can chill for the short week and a half left in our summer. I can enjoy Anna Bugs and Troops whole heartedly without a single burden on me. I can enjoy ALL the blessings God has given to me and my family. And for this, I am thankful.

...Nevertheless the Lord seeth fit to chasten his people; yea, he trieth their patience and their faith. Nevertheless-whosoever putteth his trust in him the same shall be lifted up at the last day.
Mosiah 23:21-22

[the downside]

2009-08-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

The goodside to this mess of surgery I had last week: breathing. The downside: removing two crusted splints from up-inside of my nostrils. I think I would be less scared if I knew I was going to be thrown into a pit full of flying grass-hoppers. Well, maybe not quite that scared...but close.

Today I go back to the ENT to get my nose splints removed. It's the most uncomfortable mess I've ever had to deal with. Imagine your two "picking" fingers shoved up your nose for 6 days. Permanently stuck there. Yea, that's how it feels. That's how I sound when I talk. Like I have my nostrils filled with two fingers. Very much how Tripp likes to walk around these days.

I should be thrilled that Dr. Robert's is taking them out. My fear is this...

...doc pulls out splints...
...I see splints and all that is caked on them from 6 days worth of living in "that environment"...
...I pass out on floor, face first, nose first...
...I wake up in recovery room tonight from revision surgery from screwing up my nose from the first surgery...

All of you that read the blog should know...by now...this is a VERY GOOD possibility. My luck combined with my weak stomach at the moment = increased possibility of unfortunate circumstances.

3:30 pm.

Dr. Roberts.

Good luck Dee.

*on a side note, I've had an AMAZING nurse+babysitter+pet-sitter+house keeper+chofer+chef+hot-chocolate-maker+best friend in the WHOLE WORLD...I'm the luckiest girl in the world... :)

...funny part is I always have been, just never quite realized it till now...

[ugh]

2009-08-06T06:30:00.000-07:00

Pretty much sums up how I feel this morning...after a good ol' septoplasty + turbinate reduction. My poor nose. I might as well have had Anna or Tripp pound it with a baseball bat to fix my crooked septum. Would've come out cheaper...and probably in less pain.

However, surgery = downtime. Downtime = rest...MUCH needed rest. And...did I forget to mention the pain pills? Oh how blissful they make your downtime :)

...speaking of which, they just kicked in. I'm signing off. Later gator.

...check back later for pics of the newest member of the family...

Just look...

2009-08-01T10:17:00.000-07:00

www.chiaobama.com

Just click on the link.

Maybe I'm in desperate need of a laugh...

Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought THIS would come to be...

{a}{o}{k}

2009-07-30T14:19:00.000-07:00

Yep. Life is most definately AOK. For many reasons. One major reason being this little guy inside Jens belly that made his big debute last Saturday morning at 7am. Yeppers, Mr. AOK came into the world with more hair than most grown men.

Sharing some pics from Mace and Jen's last minute maternity snapshots right before they left to go the hospital...LITERALLY right before they left.

Lucky Aunt Dee gets to take pics of Ashten tomorrow...can't wait!!!

Summer Days

2009-07-01T18:22:00.000-07:00

Watermelon harvesters will do well this year with the amount of melons we have ingested.

Hope everyone's having a great summer! Updating some recent pics of my cash vacuums.

d

More of a...

2009-07-01T18:17:00.000-07:00

...Ronarina. Surprise pics for her mommy. Love ya girl! Love my pudge muffin too :)

Headed West

2009-06-17T08:20:00.000-07:00

Goodbye normal everyday life. Hello Destin... Hello beach... Hello mental bliss...

Hello to a much needed vaca. Headed to Destin tomorrow through Sunday for a getaway.

For clients: Please email me if you have any questions and I will get back with you next week. I'm refusing to use my cell phone for anything other than emergencies only...which means it will get used plenty...I'm sure of that.

Adios folks!

d

Oren Shuler Family

2009-06-11T16:40:00.000-07:00

Just when we think we have problems, we are quickly reminded that life could be much worse.

To the Shuler family, you are all in our thoughts and prayers, especially Oren. May God give each one of you the strength you need to get through each day during this difficult time. I have faith that He will. I know the following days won't be easy, but just know that you have family and many, many friends praying for you and Oren.

Cuteness x 2

2009-06-11T16:35:00.001-07:00

The twins are back! Had to share this one pic...the first one I edited...just 'cause it was so darn cute. I am the luckiest photog in the world to have the opportunity to snap pics of these beautiful little girls. Only have time to post one of them, but...you get the idea ;)

Divorce

2009-06-05T10:52:00.000-07:00

Divorce sucks. Divorce hurts. It's no fun for anyone involved. I don't care how mad you are, it's still surreal realizing the last 7 years of your life are coming to a close. Everything you built, or thought you built, over the years is ending. Your dreams, your hopes, your life...everything will change. But I guess change is something I'm used to these days. Doesn't make it easier, but it makes it a little more bareable. It's something I've learned to not be afraid of.

As I look back over the last seven years of my life, I'm appreciative of all the good times I've had. I'm appreciative of all the bad, because in some weird way, the bad times made me realize even more what I want in this life. They've made me realize what is important. That I will NOT settle for less than what my children and I deserve and what God expects a family to be.

Do I regret the last seven years of my life? Absolutely not. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat if that's what it took to have Anna Lynn and Tripp in my life. They make my life worthwhile. They make me want to be a better person. A better mother. A better daughter. A better child of God. They ARE my life, and for that, I am thankful.

Life is short. We're not guaranteed tomorrow. We're not guaranteed the rest of today. What we do with our time is in our own hands. Our happiness is up to us. So, in order for me to find the true happiness I want, I deserve, I need...I'm moving on. I not waiting anymore for other people to change in order for me to be happy. It's up to me. No one else.

As I set off in a new direction in my life, I pray for God to give me the strength and guidance he's given me throughout the past year. I don't know exactly what lies ahead, but we'll make it through whatever comes our way. As long as my path leads me closer to Him, I know it's the right direction. It's not always easy to make yourself walk down a path you know is going to be difficult, but sometimes the destination is worth struggle you endure along the way.

So, yes, this sucks. This hurts. But we're gonna make it through. We are a team. Me, Anna Bugs, Trippers, and God.

Moving on...

2009-05-27T06:27:00.001-07:00

Oh, I have a blog. Feels like I've forgotten all about it. I have, to an extent. Life's been busy...to say the least...but isn't everyone's? And it fo sho ain't slowing down anytime soon. But that's cool. That's how I roll these days.

I'm in the process of a major life change and a major move. My computer is in pieces right now so clients waiting on pics, please bare with me. I PROMISE I'll get to them.

I hope you guys have a GREAT summer! I know mine will be a busy one, but busy is best for me. In the meantime, check out Ash's blog...you won't be sorry you did...

www.ash-getinvolved.blogspot.com

Adios amigos! For a little while anyways!

d

One Year Ago Today

2009-05-19T08:15:00.000-07:00

http://photobydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/spend-all-your-time-waiting-for-that.html

Love you Zac. Miss you bro.

Voo-Doo

2009-05-13T15:33:00.000-07:00

I'm thinking someone has a voo-doo doll of me. Dee. Cause EVERY time I think things are going well, something voo-doo-izes the situation. Not that my life is bad. It's not. It's just full of...hmmm...thinking of a good phrase..."unusual amount of unfortunate circumstances."

Example:

I decide to buy and cook a large Publix Greenwise Organic steak tonight for me and the kids. Yea, I eat organic meat. I'm a freak like that...according to my mother. I figured we would have a nice (antibiotic/pesticide free) dinner tonight. Just me and my two sidekicks.

So, in an attempt to make our evening even more special, I cooked dinner early so the kids and I could play outside together before our big dinner. How nice it was going to be to come in from running and riding bikes to a nice hot STEAK supper. We played. We ran. Kids rode bikes. I fit in a few sets of lunges. Ya know, the usual.

We go inside. Anna first, Tripp second, Tahra third, me last. I lag behind just long enough for the dog to smell the steak that's waiting on the counter for us to eat. Long enough for her to devour every last bit of it before I could catch her. Long enough to say bye-bye to our nice little sit down dinner.

Everything happens for a reason, right? Maybe that steak had some nasty bacteria in it. Maybe it was infested with Mad Cow disease. Maybe the person that has my voo-doo doll did it. I don't know. All I know is that nothing ever goes as planned around here. But that's ok. I could SOOO go for a grilled cheese right now. It's not bad if we eat them 6 nights a week instead of 5...is it? ;)

At least the dog ate good tonight.

Peace Out Brutha

2009-05-13T08:43:00.000-07:00

nuf said.

:)

"Dandle"lions

2009-05-11T11:05:00.000-07:00

Newly discovered dandle-lions in our backyard. As Anna Lynn makes sweet wishes on them, Tripp vaporizes them with his "batter-batter-base-ball" bat. Oh, the joys of summer.

New Doc in Town

2009-05-05T19:01:00.000-07:00

Something is wrong with the horses in my box.

Diagnosed by Doctor Anna Bams. Apparently that's why I can't talk. I guess the sinus infection that has slowly, but surely, made it's way to my chest has spooked my horses that live in that box in my throat...ya know...that box that some people call a voice box (but those are the people that don't any better).

This is why I am making a special trip to Wally World tomorrow morning to buy an air-horn since my two children can't hear the horses in my box screaming the words [NO][STOP][CLEAN UP][GO TO BED]!!!. I need the air-horn to replace the plastic "naughty" spoon that was a permanent threatening fixture in my hand tonight. I've never encountered something more flusteranizing (my word) than trying to wrangle a 5 and 2 year old...whom are both on sugar highs from gummies and a coke they stole from the fridge...while trying to get them ready for bed without being able to talk above a whisper. All while I feel like absolute poo. It's a feeling of complete helplessness. Complete out-of-controlness. Complete "how did I give birth to something that could make me so crazy?" Really?

Yea, so, I'll probably have child services at my door tomorrow from posting this. That's ok, though. At least they can come in for a visit and I can have someone else here to watch the kids for me. Maybe they can spend the afternoon "showing" me how to deal with my children. How wonderful would that be?! How bad is it that I'm welcoming child services just to get a break? Maybe I need to call my original doc and check on my horses...and while I'm at it, up that dosage of happy meds (just kidding...sort of). At least I can look forward to my daughter growing up to be a successful doctor. I mean, what 5 year old can make such an accurate diagnosis? You go girl! Momma loves you :)

Happy days.

Yo Gabba Gabby!

2009-04-30T12:02:00.001-07:00

A Ronarina...

2009-04-06T06:52:00.000-07:00

I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would have a red-headed niece. NEVER. I'm sure that Zac never imagined he would have a red-headed child. I also never would have believed just how much I would love my little red-headed pudge muffin. She's special in so many ways and holds a special place in all of our hearts. After all, she's a part of Zac, and that means more than anything.

I also never imagined, that through the last year, I would gain a great sister and friend. Mic, you are my sister. You are my friend. You are a wonderful mother to my Ronarina. Last, but not least, you were a wonderful wife to my brother. You stood by his side through times even I couldn't have...and didn't. Thank you. I had a blast with you this last week! I'll miss our Mexican lunches and Chinese dinners. My stomach won't, but I will. Kiss Rosalina for me!
Love you guys!

Boy Cooties

2009-03-26T09:20:00.001-07:00

Someone please tell me this isn't happening. She's only 5 and a half. She still wears pigtails and plays dress up. She still has a lisp. Thursdays are Firsdays and thirteen is firteen. The toothfairy still exists and so does Santa and the Easter Bunny. She still colors on the walls and furniture when no one is looking.

So, yesterday on the way home from school, Anna hit me with the big shocker. She has a boyfriend. Well, not just one. She has 3. And she listed them in order of preference. I seriously considered pulling the truck over on the side of the road and hitting my knees in a deep prayer of "P-LEEEAASE, Lord, don't let this be happening now."

I took a deep breath, and calmly asked her if she knew what a boyfriend was...HOPING and PRAYING she just thought it was a boy that was a friend...as I had all fingers and all toes crossed that she really didn't know. "You know Mommy, it means you have to kiss eachother," she duhhhh-ishly informs me. At this point, I'm trying to hold in the sick feeling of throw-up building in my throat.

My response:

Me: Anna Lynn, that's great that you have boys as friends, but you are too young for boyfriends (did I really just say boyfriend[s] with an [s]??? Lord, help me AND her). It's ok to have boys as friends, but you don't need to kiss boys. Boys have cooties.
Anna: What are cooties?
Me: Cooties are nasty germs that make you very sick. You get them when you kiss boys.
Anna: Do all boys have cooties? I can't see cooties on them.
Me: YES. ALL boys have cooties...especially little boys. Cooties are invisible. You can't see them.
Anna: When can I kiss boys?
Me: When you are as old as Mommy. You have to be a lot older so your immune system is strong enough to fight off the cooties. There is no medicine for boy cooties. If you are too little, your immune system has not had enough time to grow and can't fight the boy cooties like it should, and you'll get REALLY sick.
Anna: Ok.

So, maybe it wasn't your typical response, but I hope it worked. I may be the only mother who's enough of a germ-freak that my 5 year old knows what germs are and what an immune system is. Sad, I know. But it's true. Just as long as she KNOWS without a doubt just how bad boy cooties are.

I'm thinking, that at this point, as much as I've always said there is no way I could ever manage, homeschooling may actually be an option. I'm going to be driven to an early death either way. Might as well enter the "other side" early knowing my daughter will stay far FAR away from boy cooties until she's at least 30.

Congrats Ray and Traci!

2009-03-24T07:27:00.000-07:00

Congratulations Ray and Traci on Miss [a]! Can't wait to take her newborn pics this week. If there was ever going to be a "girlie girl," [a] will be one fo' sho'! Raymond, you're going to have your hands full ;)

The Rest...

2009-03-19T17:39:00.000-07:00

For you guys who participated in the March of Dimes T-shirt shoot, here's the rest of your extras! Email me for ordering info, please. These guys were ADORE-able. Some of their stories make me realize just how blessed we are to have a healthy pregnancy and how good God is. Funny how little events like this come into your life at a time you need a little reassurance that God is in control of everything. If looking into the eyes of a perfect child that was once a 12 ounce preemie doesn't make your faith a LOT stronger, I don't know what will.

2 more days until a VERY important date...*wink wink*

2009-03-13T23:00:00.000-07:00

+ 1

2009-03-07T18:33:00.000-08:00

Add another crash to Dee's list of vehicular incidences...as I like to call them. Should have known too many months have gone by accident free. Yep, I rear ended someone today as a result of two kids screaming in the back seat for their McDonald's happy meals. It's like they think those dumb toys that come in kids meals will vaporize if they don't open them immediately. The second I took my eyes off of the road to dole out "crappy meals," my Tahoe introduced itself to the backside of an Acura.

I hate McDonalds today. I'm blaming my accident on them. Not because they are really at fault, but because I can. Because in some wierd way, the thought of that creepy clown makes me wanna smack that permant smile off his face. Whatever, dude. I'm gennerally a happy giddy person, but even I have my off days. I will give you credit, though, for your sweet tea. It is da bomb.

It's been quite a day. Quite a week. Quite a month. Sorry :)

Vent. Done.

Rollercoaster...

2009-03-06T06:19:00.000-08:00

Life is such a ride. I'm buckled in tight and holding on with all my might. Thank you guys for all the emails and phone calls checking on me. I'm cool ;) Things are working themselves out and with the support from all my wonderful friends and family, things are bearable and I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Speaking of "light," I also saw stars 3 nights ago when I tripped on the kids wagon that I'm sure wheeled itself (right) in the walkway from the porch to my truck. I was sure someone had just taken me down and out. That I would never see my kids again. I've never hit the ground that hard in my life. You know you've fallen hard when you're sandals have been knocked completely off of your feet. Fun times, let me tell ya ;)

On another note, Dad learned yesterday that the right side of his heart isn't working like it should and that he has a 60% blockage in one of the "important" arteries. Yes, "important" is a medical term. It is today anyways. His instructions on mending his heart: eat better and exercise. Don't you wish it was litterally that easy to mend all "broken" hearts?

I'm going to leave you with a "thought of the day." I've managed to retain the majority of my sense of humor through the last month and figured I would share this email I recieved. It's so my sense of humor and SO something I would do ;) Don't even sit there and think it's gross. You know you've been there. Don't deny it. I don't. So, dwell on this till my next post:

You are on the bus when you suddenly realize? you need to fart.
The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the beat.
After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop.
As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you remember: you've been listening to your ipod.

***Tootles! No pun intended ;)

Walk by Faith

2009-02-17T18:51:00.000-08:00

I will be strong and courageous
I will not be terrified or discouraged
For the Lord my God is with me
Wherever I go
Joshua 1:9

A scripture on a set of Zac's dogtags that he held close to his heart.

I too am holding it close to mine. Sometimes the most difficult things in life are the ones that YOU have control over. Not knowing what to do or what road to take is sometimes more difficult than dealing with a challenge God has clearly set before you. Losing Zac was the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with. Sitting beside a river watching helicopters, boats dragging nets with hooks attached, and divers search for your brother's body isn't easy. It's surreal. It's something I pray no family ever has to go through. However, as difficult as it was, there was also an inner peace that helped me to stay strong.

I can only pray that God will give me the same strength and inner peace as I deal with the situation at hand. This is different in the fact that I have complete control over choosing the outcome. It's a decision I thought I would never have to face. All I can do is pray. Pray that God gives me a clear understanding of what He wants me to do. I don't know what lies ahead. It may be best if I don't know.

All I do know is that life is short. It's not always easy. It's not always clear. However, each challenge seems to bring me closer to God and a I gain a clearer understanding of why things happen. As I look back on my life, the good and the bad, I'm beginning to see and understand why things happen and fall into place as they do. When we're faced with a life changing event, it's impossible to see past the "now." However, by having faith, I know that the future will be ok. It always is. It's not always easy getting where I'm meant to be, but I will get there. Me and God.

House W...

2009-02-13T09:04:00.000-08:00

...ife
...orker
...onder Woman
...hat did I sign up for?

Although Valentine's Day is tomorrow, I'm feeling a little less than "love" today. Not exactly sure why. Maybe because I forgot to take my happy meds this morning. Maybe because I came home to a porch filled with shredded pine cones and trash. Thanks, Tahra. Maybe because...well...I have a right to have days like this.

I speak for all house wives today. It's not glitz and glam. It's not all, "Honey, I'm home!!!" It's hard many days. It's physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. So, as a tribute, I took my inner "blahs" and turned them into a portrait of what I feel represents a House Wife. I'll explain...

1) High Heel Shoes: We're expected to look good and be sexy because we have **time** to, right?
2) Pot: We're expected to have a hot meal ready most nights
3) Broom: We keep the floors/house clean
4) Dirty Shirt: We do laundry and laundry and laundry and...well...more laundry
5) Dirty Knees: Anyone with little ones at home knows you spend about as much time on your knees as you do your feet. How else can you build lego houses or clean up spilled milk that created it's own river underneath the refrigerator?
6) Yes, that's a Barbie under my foot. That actually felt really good. I can't stand her. Not only do I find her 20+ clones scattered throughout my house on a daily basis, but she is so perfect. Too perfect. So, to sit here and say I don't crack a little smile when I find that Tripp has popped her head off, I'd be lying. :)

Ya know, I actually feel better getting all of that out. After all, blogger.com is a whole lot cheaper than therapy :) Completely kidding! Hope you guys have a great Valentines Day!

...and HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!

[a]

2009-02-12T06:48:00.000-08:00

Can someone please explain to her that a camera is not the devil? I give up.

Anatomy of a Golf Swing

2009-02-11T15:38:00.001-08:00

...as demonstrated by a 2 and a half year old.

It's sad that his swing is better than mine. Especially considering he had a 104.5 temperature 24 hours before. Yea, it was a FUN night last night, let me tell ya.

If my little man had a John Deere tractor full of golf balls he'd be set for life.

Ber's Offspring

2009-02-08T16:52:00.000-08:00

Yes, my BFF and I had our boys one month apart. How cool is that? How cool is it that when our little guys were around 3 months old, she called in complete panic to tell me she was pregnant again. Wasn't real "cool" then, but it is now. Cool in the fact that our little men enjoy playing together. What's not cool is trying to extinguish two two-year olds' tantrums because they both want the "baseball bat" which is really a golf club while the 18 month old is screaming because he has put a handful of dirt in his mouth.

Thank you, Lord, for the invention of vasectomies. Thank you.

Amber, I'm thinking the girls' cruise can't come soon enough.

Also, thank you Jinger for taking Anny Lynn to church with you guys this morning! She had a blast! Had it not been for you taking her, I think we would have lost our minds from dealing with one more child today. Thank you thank you thank you :) However, Anna's sugar high from the cupcakes YOU SENT HOME more than made up for her absence earlier today. They were quite delicious, though ;)

Hello Blog. Long time...no type.

2009-01-30T07:53:00.000-08:00

Ok, so the blog needs a little dustin' off since I haven't been on here in a while. Actually, a lot of things need dustin' around here, but I am Dee...I don't like to clean. I'm also get way off track from the point of this post which means I really am ADD and I fo' real do need to back away from the coffee pot this morning. ****Slow deep breaths****

I've been working on a project over the last couple of weeks. A project that involves the little dude above. It's consumed pretty much all of my spare time...including blog time. I'll post an update next week.

In the mean time, Ash and I have decided that we will be doing Easter Quicktakes. Details will be posted in the weeks to come. Any shoot that involves working with live bunnies, I couldn't pass up. (However, I probably will buy the bunny that is psycho and goes nuts on all of the children during the photoshoot...you watch and see). So, if you are interested, check back in the next couple of weeks to reserve your spot.

Until then, hope everyone has a great weekend! Adios!

[t]

2009-01-21T18:08:00.000-08:00

My man. Nuf said.

His first set of headshots :)

Preventative Post

2009-01-21T12:18:00.000-08:00

Taking pics of Tripp this afternoon and found it only right to post a few of Anna Lynn that were taken this weekend. I'm preventing nasty emails from family regarding the fact that I post more pictures of Tripp than Anna. I get them everytime I post pictures of Tripp. So, just covering my toosh...and sharing some pretty pics of my pretty girl.

I've found it's easier to prevent problems than to try solving them. Especially with MY family (whom I love very very moocho-mondo much :)

...and fyi to my family...the top pick is the reason I post more pictures of Tripp than Anna...

2009-01-19T17:27:00.001-08:00

Hey guys, if you can read this post them please leave me a comment. That means that you cannot read the rest of the post entries. Working on the new blog and I've had a few people say they can't read the entries because the white background (which should be in the middle) is not there. Thanks! Trying to work out the kinks ;) Tootles.
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Me...Myself...and Anna

2009-01-18T11:06:00.001-08:00

She is me. I am her. In more ways than looks. She has my eyes. She has my strong will and desire to conquer the world...the good and the bad. She has my quick temper and stands firm in what she believes. She is clumsy. She doesn't like to clean. She loves to draw. She likes to lick the brownie batter bowl and eat cookie dough straight from the package. She can convince anyone of anything...most of the time ;)

As I watch my baby girl grow, I watch myself grow up all over again. It's bittersweet and all I can hope for is that she follows her dreams and lets nothing stand in her way. That she will be strong and push through all life's trials and that she will savor all the wonderful moments. She will. She is me, but with so much more strengh than I ever had at her age.

I love you baby girl :) ***Fists together*** "...we cool..."

I guess I should add that I am on the left and Anna Lynn is on the right

The Fate of Flappy

2009-01-15T05:48:00.000-08:00

Meet Flappy. Flappy is a penguin. Flappy lives peacefully in Mrs. [L]'s classroom. Unfortunately, Flappy has been called upon for a class project. A project that involves him spending one night with each student. On the following day at school, each student is to write and tell the class about their visit with Flappy. Oh, Flappy, you poor unfortunate cotton stuffed soul.

If stuffed animals could talk, I'm sure Flappy would have belted out more ear piercing screams than Anna Lynn did when she broke her ankle. Here's Anna's story of her "Day with Flappy..."

1. We colored a picture.
2. We ate Skittles in my room.
3. We watched TV
4. We played with Barbies
5. We played Tic Tac Toe in my room

...OK...here's the ones she didn't want to put in her story, but really did happen...

6. Tahra stole Flappy and viciously mauled him.
7. Tripp stole Flappy and drew all over his white tummy with a black pen.
8. Tahra stole Flappy again. By now Flappy needs a thorough cleaning.
9. Flappy meets grass and dirt outside. Flappy need another cleaning.
10. I ****think***** Flappy stole some of Mommy's "happy meds" because there is NO WAY this penguin still looks happy after all of this without any help.

Please pray for Flappy as he still has more sleepovers to endure. If there was a home for mentally ill stuffed animals, I would call and make my friend Flappy a reservation, as I sure as the hair is singed on my head that he'll NEED one when he's finished with this class project.

We cool Flappy. We cool.

Super Girl

2009-01-13T14:46:00.000-08:00

Some fun pics from our girls outing session a few weeks ago. Couldn't help but post these :)

[stop][drop][roll]

2009-01-13T07:56:00.000-08:00

Stop...drop...roll... Whatever Smokey Bear! Funny how those three words Smokey taught us in Pre-k somehow go right out the window when you're in the "heat" of the moment. My "heat" of the moment happened this morning.

If I could post a smell to the blog, I would right now. I would post the smell of my house at this moment. The sickening smell of human hair burning with a little hint of pumpkin spice candle. Here's how it all went down. All you're gonna get is a mental picture today...and trust me...you don't want the smell.

All is calm. All is quiet. Anna's at school. Tripp's asleep in the living room. I finally have a chance to catch up on work "stuff." As I'm working on the computer, I have my favorite pumpkin spice candle burning beside me (it calms me in the midst of my many daily storms). Well...it used to.

Along comes the dog. So long "calm." She jumps on the computer table and knocks over my cup of tea. Thanks Tahra. No biggie. I'll just clean it up, right? Remember Dee...NOTHING IS EVER "NO BIGGIE" IN YOUR LIFE. Should have known that my initial "cool head" wasn't going to last long.

My "cool head" turned into a HOT head real quick. Literally. Little did I know that as I was sopping up tea from underneath the printer, my hair was dangling over my candle. Out of nowhere, I heard something burning. You know that sound of paper when you initially throw it in the fire? That crinkly singeing sound? Yep. That's what I heard. Then I saw the flame. "Oh no!!!" I thought..."my desk is on fire!!!" Boy was I wrong. On second glance, I realized my freakin' hair was on fire.

So, after beating the side of my head with my hands for a few seconds, I managed to put the fire out. Smokey would be proud :) My hair is crinkly and singed, but that's ok. At least I'm alive, right? JA says I should have used hair spray to put it out. Something tells me he's not being sarcastic. After all, I do have life insurance on me and he does want a new boat.

Just another day. That's ok, though. When life hands you lemons, make lemonaid (with about 3 antidepressants crushed up in it :)

Pros

2009-01-12T14:47:00.000-08:00

These guys are now pros at maternity shoots. They have set a record for the most maternity shoots during one pregnancy. Not because they wanted to. Not because I wanted to. But because their idiot photographer managed to delete their entire first maternity session.

Miranda and Tim, you guys are some of the sweetest people I've met. Thank you for not firing me. Thank you for graciously re-doing your session. Thank you baby [T] for not coming out before we could redo the session. That would have posed a little bit of a problem :)

I woke up to this...

2009-01-11T09:14:00.001-08:00

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...absolutely nothing...

Funny how you take for granted being able to stare at the ceiling, in bed, in complete silence, for as long as your heart desires. It's magical. It's bliss. It's...a white ceiling that never looked so good.

Thanks Nana and Kacky for making this moment possible. I'm on my way to get the kiddos now :)

Weight of His World

2009-01-10T14:34:00.001-08:00

...is most definately on his shoulders and will be for the next 18 years. Some quickies from the twins' session Thursday.

Little Birdie

2009-01-09T06:05:00.001-08:00

...and this is the thanks I get for spending 2 and a half hours with these little girls LOL!!! Completely unposed, but a must get shot ;) Nope, the planned shot didn't pan out, but the setup was WELL worth this quick snapshot. Sorry if this offends anyone, but I think it's hilarious and...well...here it is :)

These sweethearts were just precious and despite the obscene gesture made by one, they were darling to work with. Thanks Steph and Michael for giving me the opportunity to work with with little Miss [P] and [L]. I promise I'll post the "real" sneak peeks later :)

Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!

I Have a Date...

2009-01-08T07:35:00.003-08:00

...with double cuteness this afternoon. TWINS! Newborn twins. I don't know if I've ever looked forward to a session this much. Hopefully this won't mean double trouble starting at 3:30. Fingers crossed. These will be must see sneak peeks ;) Stay tuned. In the meantime, I have to rescue my naked son running through the house being chased by the dog who's ultimate goal is to try and steal the box of Vanilla Wafers out of Tripp's hands. Maybe this is what it will take to teach him to STAY OUT OF THE SNACK CABINET. :)

Atti Pie

2009-01-06T14:50:00.000-08:00

This little chunk of happiness made our trip to North Carolina well worth the 9 hour drive. CC and David, it was nice to see you guys too ;). At 5 months old, Miss Atti weighs in at a whopping 18 pounds and I don't think she's gonna slow down any time soon. Check out her big blue eyes. We have some pretty little nieces, don't ya think? How lucky are we? :)

Broken

2009-01-06T10:46:00.000-08:00

If this is a sign of what 2009's going to bring, then put me a jet plane to the nearest island of cookoos to live forever.

I should have known that something was going to go wrong yesterday morning since things were going so smoothly. It was Anna's first day back to school for the new year. It was a chance for me to try out my New Year's resolution of actually getting her there ON TIME. Woke up early. Got dressed early. Packed Anna's lunch early. Had the house straightened and dishes put away. Had the kids dressed and ready to go ON TIME. Hear that?? ...ON TIME!!!

I should have known that things were going too good to be "Dee's life." As I shooed the kids out the door, I stopped to look around and silently praised myself for a job well done. That's when it happened. That's when the blood curdling scream killed "the moment." Anna Lynn fell down the front porch stairs onto the concrete. So LONG, C-YA "being on time!!!"

To make a long story sort-of short...my little girl broke her ankle. Bless her heart. Though the pink cast was "da bomb" at first, it's not so cool anymore now that she realizes how immobilized she is. She'll survive, though. She's a tough cookie ;) She's also our most expensive child to date. Add this bill to the plastic surgery bill when she busted her nose completely open 2 years ago and you'll realize that we must set aside an "Anna Repair" account in addition to a college fund. Little cash vacuums. Gotta love um.

Out

2008-12-31T06:26:00.000-08:00

Hey guys! There's been zero action here on the blog as we've been in North Carolina since sunday. We'll be back late tomorrow afternoon. Hope everyone has a WONDERFUL New Years! Happy 2009!

This is random...but if anyone would like to open a Bojangles Chicken and Biscuits restaurant in Tally, I'll give you free photoshoots for life. Me and JA have snuck in more greasy spicy chicken and biscuits on our trips around town than I am willing to admit. However, we do pay for it at the end of the day...so do the kids. Bless their hearts :) However, once again, some things in life are worth the consequences.

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My Christmas Gift

2008-12-26T09:58:00.001-08:00

Wowzers! I can't believe another Christmas has come and gone. I can't believe how sick you can make yourself by overeating. I can't believe how much I'm paying for it today. Hello gym. You're my new home for the next month.

"Ho Ho" managed to get all the gifts wrapped, under the tree, and even figured out how to get through the glass in front of the fireplace (something Anna Lynn was VERY concerned about). However, I think this may be the last year Santa actually exists as Anna Lynn is starting to put the pieces together. It's hard to explain that it really was Santa that brought the Lincoln Logs that have been riding around in the back of the Tahoe for a month.

Christmas was wonderful this year. In fact, it's probably one of the best Christmas's we've had in a while. Partly because it has been made clear to savor EVERY special moment we have with our family, and partly because we were all so sleep deprived and exhausted that we were beyond giddy. We missed Zac so much, but he was included in all that we did. The little butt had all of his Christmas shopping done and paid for by the rest of us. Funny how he always managed to sucker all of us...he's still doing it...right down to the Christmas cards :) Trust me, it's not the first time. Love you Zac!

I wanted to share something that Mic made for me and shared with us Christmas morning. Not only did she give me Zac's Bible, one of his favorite shirts, and his "BARBER" badge from his military uniform, but she also made a slideshow that I will forever hold close to my heart. I thought those of you who knew Zac would like to see it. Those of you who didn't know him, well, here he is. He was as handsome as he was kind. He got his good looks from his sister. Completely kidding. Sort-of ;). He was stubborn. He was hilarious. He would do anything for anyone in a heartbeat. He was shy at times. He loved his wife and his baby girl on the way. He loved his family. He also loved the river where he drowned. It was his second home and his escape from all that haunted him from the war.

At the end of the video, you'll see pictures that Mic took over the last 2 years of their river trips. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that she found these rolls of film and had them developed. Funny how things happen. The picture at the very end with his arms in the air was right after he returned home from the military. Mic said he stood up at the front of the boat, threw his hands in the air, and said "I'm free." She snapped a picture and he never knew. Now, just two years later, it was there, on that river, that Zac was truly set "free." If he had only known how true those words would one day be.

Thank you, Mic, for this beautiful tribute to my brother and for doing such a wonderful job raising my precious niece :) Love you girl :)

***check out how much Tripp looks like his Uncle Zac. As long as we can keep Tripp from acting like him, we'll be A-OK! j/k

Model in the Making

2008-12-23T08:19:00.000-08:00

In the quest for a few headshots, we managed to turn this session into a fashion shoot and had a BLAST! Ash and Ash and Alisha, thanks for bearing the bitter cold to do this shoot. I was worth every bit of "almost" frostbite we endured ;) More pics to come.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Oh, and Miranda...I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry for deleting your maternity session. Yes, people, I deleted her maternity session before it ever found it's way off of my camera card. Just another day :)

{z}

2008-12-21T14:06:00.000-08:00

No one said the holidays were going to be easy. In fact, we were told they would be hard. I smiled and said, "ok," thinking I would be strong like I've tried to be so many times this year. As I went by Zac's grave yesterday, something I do everytime I go back home, it all began to sink in. It was overcast, quiet, with a gentle breeze. I know it sounds silly, but in that moment, like so many other times since he's been gone, I could feel him there with me. I can't see him. I can't touch him. But in some odd way that I can't explain, I feel his presence. Maybe it's a brother/sister thing, I don't know. All I do know is that it's never clear what to say when I visit his grave. It wasn't clear yesterday. So, I sat for a second like I always do, smiled, put my hand on top of his grave, and told him I love him. Something we always said to eachother as we said goodbye. Actually, those were the last words we ever said to eachother.

As I walked back to the truck, Anna asked to get out of the car to see Uncle Zac. As she knelt on his grave, she asked if the rose at the head of his grave was the rose that Tripp gave her after her Christmas program. I told her it was and she smiled. She had sent it back with Kacky to give to Uncle Zac. She then spread her arms across his grave and hugged the ground. "I love you Uncle Zac," she said. It was at that moment that it hit me like a ton of bricks. He's really gone. This isn't how it was supposed to be. I should be visiting him in his home with his precious Rosalina. Not at a graveside decorated with cards, flowers, and a small Christmas tree that Mom put there from all of us.

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe I was wrong. The holidays aren't going to be easy. Maybe I can't be strong all of the time. I'm tired of trying to be strong. Physically and emotionally tired. I miss my brother more than anyone knows. I have a huge hole in my heart that aches in a way I can't describe. And even though I know he's *here* with us in spirit, it still hurts. So, this Christmas Eve night, as we all sit by the fire outside at Mom and Dad's, we're going to miss him. I've accepted the fact that it will be hard to not have him there with us. We'll miss him telling his crazy stories. I'll miss each opportunity I would have had to smart off at him and get a "cut-down" fight going back and forth b/w us :). I know in my heart he WILL be there. We won't be able to see him, but he'll be there. And this Christmas, we will laugh at stories ABOUT Zac.

As this year comes to an end, I can honestly look back, take a deep breath, and realize just how strong my family and my faith is. I've learned that we are only as strong as our faith. And just as we have been through so many hard times, we have so much to be thankful for. Daddy is battling like a trooper against his brain tumor. We have a special little bundle of red-headed joy in our lives :) Yes, our lives have changed in so many ways. They will never be what they were before, but in a way, we have all changed as a result. And I think that change is for the better. It seems a little more clear as to why we should cherish each day we have together. To tell eachother "I love you" every chance we get. To not harbor hard feelings towards eachother. To fight a good fight. To live life to it's fullest. And, last but not least, to lean on God for all things big and small.

I love you Zac. I miss you. Merry Christmas, bro.

In a Fog

2008-12-18T12:19:00.001-08:00

Wow. That actually perfectly describes what I feel like from the moment I wake up until the second my head hits the pillow every night. Maybe that's the reason I videoed the majority of Anna's school Christmas program yesterday EXCEPT her solo singing performance. Hellllloooo, welcome to Dumb Dee World! How that happened, I have no clue. All I know is that we have practiced and practiced so much for her big moment that I think her song is permanently etched into her CD player. Anyways, I should expect stuff like this to happen. I actually did expect it as I waved the video camera in the air before the program began and jokingly said, "Watch, some-way, some-how, I'll miss Anna's solo." And to think that I purposfully did NOT bring the "click" camera because "I was going to video her instead." Whatever. I'm a moron. I admit it.

On the flip side, I have to brag on my Anna Montana. She did a superb job and I'm so proud of my little singer. I think I was more nervous than she was and I'm sure I got some odd looks from parents as I mouthed the song to her while she was singing all while trying to force a smile through emotional tears. But, during those 3 minutes that my little girl was onstage in front of all of her school and all of the parents, I was the proudest parent in the world. Thankful for my precious little girl. And finally realizing why our little "surprise" child is here ;) Love you Anna Bugs!

Oh...and here's some pics of our fog-infested yard yesterday morning before her program. I'm normally not a nature-pic person, but, whatever. :)

Pudgy Wudgy...

2008-12-16T13:47:00.000-08:00

...was a RonaRina. Guess who came by to visit Aunt Dee today? RonaRina and Aunt Mic! It's been almost three weeks since I've seen them, and boy has she grown. She's my little pudge-muffin :) At almost 4 months old, she's getting quite the personality and doesn't "break" as easy when I hold her. Speaking of personality, check out her rock-star face pic above. A little bit of Zac coming through, ya think?! Actually, that may be a little bit of Aunt Dee coming through. Either way, she's doomed. But, in the meantime, she's my sweet little Ronarina and I had to show her off :)

Who Gots Da Brains?

2008-12-15T08:33:00.000-08:00

Whoever can figure out what this is get's a nice, big, "CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE CORRECT!"

WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!

Jinger is CORRECT!!! You go girl ;) It is Christmas lights on a bush taken WAY out of focus with the camera. I had a feeling you would guess this one Mrs. Smarty Pants LOL! So, congrats!

CC, Jesus don't like ugly and you're being ugly. However, that was a very possible guess ;) You know me way too well!

About the "my brain on Frappucino" guess, whoever posted that was so close. SO SO close. The only thing lacking in the pic for that to be correct is a lot more circles, b/c, you see, my brain is so big that a picture of it would be FULL of brain cells, and this one is lacking a lot :) (I can say this b/c I **think** I know who posted this comment. Am I right DIANE????) LOL!

Anyways, back to the point...not that there's really a point to this whole post...but Christmas light bokeh rocks!

The "eeeeeeeeee's"

2008-12-15T07:49:00.000-08:00

Karli, this is now my nickname for your family. Never have a done a photoshoot where each family member's name ends in the sound "eeeeeeee." I get confused enough on any given "normal" day...which you know all about LOL! But to throw that in the mix gets my brain all misconbobulated. Is that a word? Well, it is now. Anyway, you guys are a blast and I can't wait to meet the fifth "eeeeeeeee." :)

***not sure why, but it looks like these are getting sharpened when I upload them. Forgive the oversharpened look, please ;)

John Deere Coke

2008-12-11T09:55:00.000-08:00

I love how my kids see the world. I wish I could see it through their eyes. Brooms would be high wire walks from couches to chairs. The toilet water would be a swirling ocean for helpless toys. Walls would be the worlds biggest drawing board. You get the picture. I'm just thankful that, through their wild imagination, they allow me to see things differently.

So, thanks to Tripp today, I learned what Sprite really is. It's "John Deere Coke." Yep. Apparently he found the stash of Sprite JA brought home yesterday. You'd have thought he found gold. "Yuke, Mommy, I dot John Deere coke!" I guess the yellow writing on the green can gave it away AND we all know that green+yellow=John Deere. Right? Bet you never noticed that little detail, did ya? Wonder what I'll learn tomorrow? :)

A Couple of Faves

2008-12-10T12:10:00.000-08:00

...from a couple of recent sessions. Nothing really more to post right now. OHHH wait! Yes there is! Give me about an hour!!!!!!!!!!

Those Eyes

2008-12-04T05:12:00.000-08:00

Not a day goes by that I don't look at my little man and get completely suckered by his "I can do no wrong" eyes. It's a solemn reminder that there will be a day some girl will look into those same eyes and feels the same way I do. Well, almost. There's NO way in this world any woman can love this little man more than his Mommy does :) Actually...go back about 2 weeks to the day he locked us out of the house and there is a small possibility that for one whole hour that could be true...

nahhhh...maybe not :)

Meet the "Breadmans"

2008-12-03T13:58:00.000-08:00

Meet Gin and Ger Breadman. Two little gingerbread peoples waiting patiently inside some pretty green Christmas packaging with their unbuilt house. Waiting for the day a little girl and a little boy would put thier lives together. Today was their day. Poor Breadmans. I'm afraid it's not at all the dream they anitcipated.

It all started out ok. Sorting out the candy. Laying out the pieces of the house along with Gin and Ger and their little cookie Christmas tree. Kneading the icing "glue." "Shooing" away little hands from the candy every few seconds. Everything was cool and under control...but that never lasts long in our house.

Unfortunately, somewhere in the midst of pre-construction, little hands...and mouths...found the chimney (chunk missing and supposedly in Tripps tummy)...

...along with the tree (top and bottom supposedly in Tripp AND Anna's tummy) and poor Gin. "It boke" Tripp says.

After a few minutes of applying "bandaid glue" Gin is all better...for now... :) Thank goodness she has CHP Insurance (Cookie Health Plan).

Though little hands can cause big trouble, they can also build a beautiful house :) Check out Gin and Ger's brand new house! Don't they look happy? Hopefully they won't notice that their roof is slowly coming apart at the seam. Actually, that's the least of thier worries right now...

After about 30 minutes of taking it all in, it was more than Gin could handle. At least she was able to enjoy their dream home for half an hour. You know, we can all learn something from the Breadmans:
1) It's better to wait patiently for things you desire because fretting about it ain't gonna get it to you any quicker. (yea, I said "ain't")
2 Life may bring bumps and bruises, but keep smiling through it all...Gin did. It's gonna hurt whether you pout or smile, so smile.
3. Icing may not be the best way to hold a house together, but it gives GREAT suger highs...especially when eaten out of the tube while drinking coffee. Between leftover icing and my coffee, I'm good to go ALL day for a couple of days :) (ok, that may not be a lesson learned from the Breadmans, but it was learned none-the-less)

...I really shouldn't even type this, but, looking at the anotomy of "boke" Gin makes me realize that maybe, just maybe, "Gin" should have been "Ger"...

Way to place the gumdrops Anna Bugs!!!

CHOP CHOP!

2008-11-28T16:47:00.000-08:00

F. L. O. R. I. D. A. S. T. A. T. E.

Florida State

Florida State

Florida State

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Noles Vs. Gators tomorrow @ 3:45...

GO NOLES!

Yea, we're probably going to get clobbered, have 52 penalties called on us, and drop some ball that even a 2 year old should have caught, but we'll still have a great time pretending that...somehow..someway...there is a smidgen of hope that we will prevail. We'll have fun none-the-less :)

BTW, anyone else about to throw-up from round 2 today of post-Thanksgiving dinner? Ash, it's gonna be killer at the gym Monday morning...uggghhh... We'll need motivation like never before. Wait, I just remembered...holiday calories don't count. They don't get absorbed. It's a medical fact*** Yeah! ;)

***These statements have not been approved by the FDA. Be gluttonous at your own risk.

Cuteness...

2008-11-25T13:38:00.000-08:00

...always speaks for itself :) So does dorkiness. That would describe me yesterday as I unlocked my car at the beginning of little Miss [E]'s session to throw my sunglasses in the truck...but instead tossed my keys in as I locked and slammed the door. Brilliant. Cindy, thanks for putting up with my incident yesterday and for letting me use your phone :) Also, thanks to AAA for your wonderful roadside assistance!!!

Early Christmas for You!

2008-11-24T11:11:00.000-08:00

I've got something you guys may want. Full resolution CD's from your previous sessions that include every one of your proofs along with a print release to print as many as you want on your own! Want one? Do ya do ya? All sessions will be disgarded from files at the end of the year. Gone. Nada. So, if you would like your entire session for the price of just a few prints, let me know and they will be all yours.

Price for the CD along with print release is $125. This enables you to use your images to print as many as you would like on your own. Great for Christmas gifts...hint hint. Call or email me if you are interested at dee.corry@yahoo.com or 850-566-6946.

***offer only applies to sessions in which prints have already been ordered. All other recent sessions with outstanding orders must purchase at least $300 in prints in order to purchase CD and print release.

[3]

2008-11-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

Whew! This little one gives Anna Lynn a run for her money LOL! But, they are cousins, so I guess it runs in the family ;) Candace, had a blast with you guys today! She's getting so big and she looks so much like you...let's just cross our fingers that she's spared some our genes...

:P

...had to post some funny ones!

My "RonaRina"

2008-11-20T18:12:00.000-08:00

She's growing up so fast. She's so precious. She's looking more and more like a cross between her mommy and daddy. I can even see a little of myself in her...bless her heart!

Rosalina, Aunt Dee can't believe how much you're growing every day. It seems like just yesterday, your Daddy called me to tell me he was having a little girl. I could hear the excitement in his voice! I could hear a little hesitation...a good kind of hesitation...as it seemed that it all became real to him. You were the sunshine in his life. I know you still are. You are the sunshine in all of our lives. I just hope you grow to know how special you are...and how much your Daddy shines through you. We love you! Hugs and kisses from Aunt Dee :)

Progress

2008-11-20T11:11:00.000-08:00

Yep, those are "big boy" underwear! I think this potty-training extravaganza is finally starting to click. We've gone an entire day without a diaper! We still have a ways to go before diapers can be checked off of the monthly expense list for good, but it's a good start!

However...does it mean you're a redneck if your son would rather go out the front door and pee off the porch instead of in the potty? It goes right along with that chipped tooth, I guess...

GO TRIPP!

Tahra - (ahra) + (ouble) =

2008-11-18T11:49:00.000-08:00

T R O U B L E

Computer savy folks may recognize this as a USB cord. You are correct. It's the USB cord from my external hard drive that contains every single one of my pictures...that includes client pictures. Tahra discovered it this afternoon and it's now in two pieces. It's history. Thanks pup! I apreciate it! It's not enough that you shred paper, destroy shoes, de-head Anna's barbie dolls, eat and poop crayons, and even steal our pillows at night... But, we can't stay mad at you for long. After all, how can you resist a face like this? :)

Breakin' it Down...Kacky Style

2008-11-17T07:25:00.000-08:00

She's going to kill me, but it's SOOO worth it!

This is what happens behind the camera at most photoshoots. There's at least one person in the background shakin' what their mama gave 'um. Yesterday, Kacky shook it good! REAL good! So good, in fact, that it would have been a disgrace to the photography industry to pass up documenting these moves on camera. She had no idea the camera had been diverted from it's intended subjects towards her. I had to post the "series" for you to get the full effect. What makes it great, is the look on her face when she realizes what I've done. Payback is gonna be bad, I know...but some things in life are worth the consequences...LOVE YOU MOM! Think you could teach me some moves ;)

26 going on 72

2008-11-14T14:54:00.000-08:00

...is what I feel like today. My children are aging me WA-HAAAAY beyond my actual age. All "three" of them...dog included. As I take Tahra out this afternoon to go potty, all I asked of my 2 birth children is to STAY INSIDE since it's rained ALL day and the yard now has mini-ponds in it. "Simple enough", right? Famous last words.

As I'm across the yard trying to convince the dog to relieve herself...which she's completely not interested in doing...Anna Lynn trots out of the house to show me a picture that she drew. I guess in her mind it was good enough to risk a good time-out for since I CLEARLY told them to STAY INSIDE! After threatening her numerous times to go back inside, she finally **tried** to. I **tried** to. The house was locked. Deadbolt and all. With Tripp inside. What a wonderful world.

I had no phone. I had no keys. I had NO MORE patience! What I did have was the reality of a two year old inside a house...alone, a dog beside me shredding the "all important" picture of Anna's into a thousand pieces on the porch, and Anna freaking out because "we were going to be stuck outside forever!!!" REALLY????

Through the grace of God, our neighbor...the hero of the week...kindly came to save the day. In the end, a window had to be broken to get inside. And I'll let you guess who was standing on the other side of the window as happy as can be watching the whole event take place? Yea, the two year old.

So, at the end of a stressful hour of my day, I had these things:

1) A broken window...JA's new weekend project
2) A naked son who stripped down during his hour of freedom
3) A bathroom smeared with poo from my naked son who decided to use his hour of freedom to **try** and poo in the potty...that went well...
4) A dog who ultimately peed in her kennel once we got inside...AFTER being outside for an hour...got to clean that up after the poo in the bathroom
5) But most importantly, I have a great neighbor :) Tracy, I am forever grateful for your help today! Don't know what we would have done without you!

Ahhhh! Just another day :)

Southern Bell

2008-11-13T08:36:00.000-08:00

Curt and Laura, she's a doll :) I laugh at these pics knowing how we rushed shoving her dress and gloves on her on the side of the road while keeping Tripp and Anna from going under the fence to see the cows! Poor Allyson probably thought we were insane LOL!