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Weekend recap

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It has been a full, full time since my last post.

Have I mentioned my Bri took her first steps? four perfect little steps right to me. I’m sure I mentioned that shes been standing up since Sheba’s visit and when I told Sheba about her now walking she said she was totally taking credit for it. Bri is not really confident about the walking she still prefers to scoot across the floor, and it looks like she will be forgoing the whole crawling thing just as her sister did.

my little angel is such a old lady spirit. She and her sister are total opposites yet just alike, and such fun to watch together.

We had a relatively solid weekend. I have been working on building the photography so consistanly this weekend was a welcome relief and change as most of my building this weekend has been knowledge based, which gives me the space to be home with my husband and children. I see the sacrafice they make by helping me do this. My kids don’t exactly know how they are helping, as I try ot focus as much of my attention as won’t go wandering to my last session on them when they are awake. But bed time is way more strictly enforced as thats the time I am most free to get alot of work done. Even still nothing makes me feel more wonderful than when my kids want me to do bed time, and want me to sit for dinner. Sometimes they choose daddy, as they should. It still leaves a little pang of jealousy.  He is such a wonderful daddy I can’t blame them at all.

This weeknd also gave me a chance to turn the camera on my girls. Cammy and Bri were invited to a birthday party of another blog friend, who was and has returned to IRL friend status with the QUICKNESS. I have learned alot about myself and the thing I learned first and foremost is that I miss having real life friends. Spoken is my heart but she works 90 hours a week, and she doesn’t have kids. Shoot the only kids she even likes are mine and one of her neices. So it was so refreshing to talk to someone who is artistic, and a mom, and has some of the same concerns and desires that I do. We had so much fun talking and then hanging out at the birthday party we went out to discuss all manner of stuff again on Sunday night. I had so much fun I forgot to take a single picture.

The birthday party was a two part affair. We met up at the transportation museum in I guess that would be sort of south county sort of mid county hybrid.

But it was AWESOME.

Dude, I probably had more fun than the kids. But the kids had a great time too. Jerry came with us to the Museum. Which was awesome. Cammy thrives off of us as a family unit and its so good to flex that outside of our four walls. Besides they make me so proud. All the time. I love that I got to watch Cammy trail after her daddy as he showed her all the train cars. Shes so dainty next to his masculine air. My friend has a boy, it was his birthday and he turned two. And it was also very interesting to watch Cammy relate to a little boy and we all agreed it was probably in all of our best interest that Gabrielle was not Gabriel. She was not enthused by his boyish charm.

Gabrielle was the belle of the ball. Shes is such a good baby in general and for the first time she really liked these new people instantly. We went with the birthday boys parents and grandparents and Bri was quite happy to lounge with any of them, and she smiled at them all.

I know, major right!

Cammy got her water play on. She was amazed byt he working large pool in their back yard, and was promptly like, “Mom, we need one of those.” Althought the Cammy line of the night was:

Cammy (while spearking a bite of cake with her fork): My tummy is upset.
Jerry: Cammy you can’t have cake if your tummy is upset. (reaching for her cake)
Cammy: My tummy doesn’t hurt! (pulling her cake away)
Jerry: Cammy you just said it hurts, does it hurt or not?
Cammy: (thinking) Yes…. and NO! big smile.

She got to keep her cake.

 

more blogging to come..

 

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I’m Baaaaaak… sort of

busy busy busy.

This whole business thing is heavy people. But things are coming along. I am much more confident with my sticks than I expected to be. I remember more than I thought I would. I like it as much as I remember, possibly more. I’m booking fairly well. Better than I expected, I’d like to be book 3/4 into next year… Alas a girl can dream. I’m currently redeveloping the main site, the blog in gonna go through an over haul here in the next weeks. I’ve gathered all the little pieces so I can really do this thing in a way that makes me feel like I can be successful, and thorough and really enjoy what I have gotten my self into.

It feels good. There needs to be another 48 hours in a day - i could use at least a spare eight. but other wise this is all coming together one peice at a time.

My family has been amazing. My husband has


Weekend Pleasure Seekers Pt I

It was a long lazy weekend – designed to make the hubby happy, and apparently it was a rousing success. Thus this will be a long lazy post.. broken into parts each posted through out the day… And I still hvaen’t finished my pictures, I forgot all of my editing software is on the laptop I gave my mom and I don’t get it back til tomorrow so - this will be the last week of light picture posting. tis the price of loving your mother.

Anywho.

Friday we hung light – put Cam down at a decent hour. Then my girls came and kidnapped me with and Bri, who seems to have some ‘mommy’s gonna go have some fun’ radar and wakes up EVERY time I get ready to go have a good time- so we took her with for some late night Cocktails and appetizers at Cheesecake factory. Yes I am the chick who walks into the restaurant at 11 p.m with an infant for drinks.

Jerry was tired so he was asleep before


All the days run together

A know there are people coming here looking for photos from Tamboras Cinco de mayo birthday bash and I’ll get those up as soon as I can - I have to get the kid and her friend for a play date and I need to edit my first engagement session and get prepped for a family session this weekend. Things are putting along - I’ll post details and photos tonight..maybe tomorrow.


weekend roundup

So. Spring has sprung - sort of in a - it is st louis andifyoublinkitwillbesnowingagainsopleasebyallthathisgoodandholydon’tblink kinda way. We had a very busy weekend but it was good too. Cammy went to the park and to swim with her GiGi at the Ritz hotel. Which was where my mom had her birthday party.. that is a paragraph unto its self.

Lets write it shall we?

So birthdays are a plentiful thing in my family. Everyone’s birthday is in April, sans my brother who is too close to Christmas for it to really be a blessing to not be born in April. My mother is first. For the last few years we have been saying we as a family aren’t gonna do Christmas cause we don’t want to have to buy for everybody at one time.. forgetting of course that since


Playing Catch Up

Well.

this is a long post. be prepared.

it has been a long week and a few days. Last we spoke I mentioned that I caught a version of strep so haneous….

dude it was pretty haneous.

it kept me home from work tuesday through thursday, and I am one of those people who beleives that sicks days are not for being sick. So I had to be pretty out of it to actually use a sick day for being sick.


lazy poster recap

I have written this entry at least four times, this is a much more condensed version. Which really sucks cause the whole thing was pretty good the first two times, it was average the third time, and then we got this one. Go figure?My neighborhood is becoming unrecognizable to me.
It makes me question my decision to raise my kid here. Makes me wonder if it is not worth it to run.


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