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She doesn’t get those baby blues from me. Oh and just in case you were wondering…. http://haveyouhadthatbabyyet.com/ (Thanks Kell)

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Today is the second day in a row where Miss Munchkin has dressed her older sister.  I’m talkin full on picked out the clothes from her drawers. From the headband all the way down to her skivvies.  She actually looks pretty cute today! Speaking of dressed…Miss Munchkin loves to wear a lot of clothes.  A LOT.  The other day we counted seven shirts.  I don’t supervise the girls when they get

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  I’m so blessed and so fortunate to have three amazing sisters!  What would I do without them?  Go crazy.  I also have seven brothers.  They’re cool and all but a girl needs a sister.  My littlest sis just turned 21 over the weekend.  We are tight.  She’s one of the funniest people I know.  She’s obsessed with things like Baja hoodies, good looking black men and while I’m sharing this

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I thought I’d amuse myself with this… Anybody care to take a guess on when this little boy is coming? I am 37.5(ish??) weeks.  Both girls were born right at 40 weeks and not a day early. However, this time around I’ve been given three due dates. Yup.  Three. January 27th.  February 4th and February 6th. So….which is it? If you’re right, maybe I’ll give you a present.  Maybe. Humor me.  And

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Isn’t it funny, how at the end of summer everyone gripes about how it’s too hot and they wish for cooler weather?  80 degrees feels like torture around September.  We beg for rain and sweaters and jackets and jeans.  Then after a couple months of cool temperatures (I’m talking 50-60 degrees) we rejoice in 80 degrees!  Everyone goes to the beach, we play at the park, update our Facebook to make

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  Don’t mind the terrible quality. It’s taken from my non-iPhone. I’m getting close!  I can almost smell him now.  As much as I enjoy pregnancy, I will fully admit I am done.  I am ready.  I am over it.  Maybe it’s because technically I have been pregnant for over a year, with a few months break in between.   I have waited a looong time to have this kid. I just want to hold my baby.  To

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We have a fabulous roll recipe in our fam.  I’m actually not a huge fan of rolls in general but these are the BEST.  Light, fluffy, slightly sweet and just delicious.  And I have yet to make them myself because I’m sure I’ll make some grievous error and ruin the entire lot.  So I leave the roll making to my mom.  I don’t even know if I’m allowed to share the recipe, it might be in the family

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I have a few posts in the works…stuff to catch up on.  So for now, enjoy this picture of my little cutie having a blast sledding in Utah. Don’t be fooled by this picture, we had to search high and low for a good spot to sled since it hadn’t snowed in quite awhile. 

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 It’s tradition that the women in the family get together a few days before Christmas and bake the crap out of my mom’s kitchen.  Although we were missing my oldest sister very  much.  Read previous post about her baby having surgery. Everything is from scratch and the treats are fabulous if I do say so myself. We bake all day and to the dismay of the men in the family, give away 90% of what

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It would have been a lot funnier if it had not completely grossed me out. This morning as I was getting ready I heard quite a commotion in the kitchen.  Thinking Munchkin was tearing into some treats I walk right past her and hear squabbling.  Squirrelly squabbling.  And it was IN the kitchen.  I’m sitting there freaking out, thinking at first there are rats in my cabinets.  Then I realize

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The husband and I have made it somewhat of a mission to bring the most random/hilarious white elephant gift to any party we’re invited to at the end of the year.  And let me tell you…they are awesome gifts. First time, three years ago, the awesome gift was unintentional.  It was a fondue set.  Booooring right?  I know.  But it was a fondue set from our wedding.  It was a fondue set from our

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  Looks like the dusting elves missed my house.  Slackers. Some call it fibbing, lying, or perhaps maybe prepping your child for a lifetime of disappointment and depression. I call it magic. The little Elf, named Elfy (very, VERY original) is the newest member of our family and it has been wonderful. I cannot tell you how delightful it is to watch Diva’s eyes sparkle when he’s moved to a

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She looked so cute today I just had to snap a few.  And bonus was that she did this all herself.  From the boots all the way up to the headband and randomly placed ponytail.  I love this girl’s fashion sense!  She’s doing so well in school and is loved by all her friends.  The other day she informed me that a boy in her class doesn’t behave very well.  “Yeah Mom, he’s a bucket dipper.” *

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We’ve been getting into the holly jolly spirit. And just FYI….if you give my girls a glass fairy ornament, they WILL play with it and WILL break off her wings and her foot and her leg.  Poor thing.    Tonight for Family Home Evening we watched the following video and discussed with the girls the true meaning of Christmas.  It’s so important for them to know why we celebrate during this

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It’s that time of year again! Tutus and glitter and tapping and ballet and a crapload of makeup (even for an adult.) Today was Diva’s dress rehearsal.  And seriously, their dance is hard.  I have a hard time trying to follow along with just my eyeballs, I can’t imagine what’s it like to actually dance the thing.  I think their teacher was a little overzealous.  But they are cute nonetheless!

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‘Tis the season for gingerbread houses.  I’m no fool.  I buy kits.  I mean c’mon, can you really see me slaving away in the kitchen making gingerbread house dough that will eventually become stale and be thrown away?  Exactly.       Dad and Papa were into it.  Maybe more so than Munchkin.  No really.  Okay, they DID let her put on some decorations.    And done!   Kids just

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Ah yes, there it is.  31 week belly. “Heeeeeeey fat girl!”  Said the funny homeboy on my way to the airport the other day.  I just laughed.  It was a compliment right?  He told me I was “stylin and profilin.”  A quick urban dictionary search said it means to “have class; so fresh and so clean.”  Well okay then.  I’ll take it. Soooo…at the risk of being a little TMI I have to explain something

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Wow, lack of blogging much?  I have good reasons.  I promise. First of all, I’ve been doing photoshoots and those take up a lot of time.  Good time, but still time. And second…I have been spending the past few days with this boy: Look at that scrawny little cutie!  My little nephew, J, has had a rough go these past few weeks.  Born with what is called malrotation of the bowel, little J had

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I had my first ever parent-teacher conference on Monday. I’ll admit.  It was bizarre.  Especially since it’s the same elementary school I attended when I was her age.  And especially since my brother still attends the same school.  Yeah.  Definitely bizarre. And did I mention her teacher has the same last name as our family? Yup.  Pretty funny.  Anyway it went great.  I am so very proud of  my

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Obviously dressing up is nothing new around here.  Especially since moving next door to Diva’s BFF.  Between the three of these girls, they have enough dresses to wardrobe an entire kingdom. But I’m not talking about the dresses.  My friend, Kara, whom I’ve known for quite a few years now just opened up an Etsy Shop and sells (among other things) these freakin adorable beanies.  I saw her post

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I never really understood how much little M plays with her older sister during the day, until older sister was gone for most of it and I was left to fill the void.  I can’t tell you how tempting it is to pop in a movie so I can snooze (hey I just found out I’m severely anemic…don’t judge!) or do other things but for the most part I refrain.  We spend time running errands, going to the library

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The rain. Obvi. Diva is getting so.sick. of me taking her pictures.  I don’t get much out of her these days and I absolutely don’t blame her. I would be sick of me too.      But I can still be in stealth mode with a longer lens and not constantly asking them to smile.  Just catching them in their element.  Today was playing in the rain.  Luckily it stopped long enough to snap a few.  Have

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Sleeping Diva on Mom and Dad’s bed. 10:30 pm 11-4-11 Bed time is a battle with this girl.  I blame myself.  She has trouble falling asleep and I know she gets that from me.  Little Munchkin can fall asleep in 10 seconds flat (gets that from her Dad), all the awhile Diva is fretting that she’ll be the only one awake in the house.  Sad isn’t it?  She comes up with a million and one reasons why

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I attempted a five minute photo shoot of the girls in their costumes before our ward party.  It quickly escalated into a wrestling match. This is what little girls in the 50’s did.  Right? 

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  We have quite the famous patch around here.  People come from miles around.  Maybe because it’s in the middle of nowhere but still.  We have even seen a few celebs!  Cha Chi, Kevin from the Backstreet Boys, Angelina Jolie (okay no…she probably has her own pumpkin patch…in France…on the Eiffel Tower.) and my personal favorite…Buster Bluth.  But this year we didn’t go on a Saturday (can you say

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Diva is crazy specific about how her hair needs to be every day.  Today was half bun on top, then pony tail, braid, pony tail on bottom.  Some days she gets all kinds of psycho and requests like…20 different braids, all individual sizes.  I draw the line on that. Me thinks she will be quite a style icon as she gets older.  I am very much not into accessories, or excess anything but Diva enjoys

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Happy Halloween!

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Husband and I have been discussing Diva’s anxieties.  It’s a little over the top.  She gets worked up over little things very, very easily.  Sometimes it’s almost funny but most times it’s holy-crap-frustrating. Case in point: She has a good bye routine down to a science.  It has to be done at bedtime, at school and when Dad leaves for work.  It  goes something like this- First is a

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I see light, I see cute kiddos and I snap away… I’m going to be known as “that one aunt with the camera.”     “I know I put that binky somewhere…”

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It’s our fourth year driving up north and camping for a few days at our favorite spot.  I very much enjoy this tradition.  It’s such a fun getaway.  Away from computers, from emails, from Facebook (no, we’re not cool enough to have smart phones), away from all secondary responsibilities and just be a family.  We always go with Nee Nee and Papa and this year we brought my younger sister and

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Because of recent media coverage and political news, I feel this video is very pertinent and sums up my feelings on the subject.  Also, Jeffrey R. Holland is pretty much awesome.

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  The husband has taken up a new hobby. I don’t know.  I don’t really ask questions.

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Another easy, fabulous recipe-if you’re a fellow shrimp lover. From Ina Garten.  (a.k.a woman who owns way too many denim shirts) Ingredients Vegetable oil 1 tablespoon kosher salt plus 1 1/2 teaspoons 3/4 pound linguine 3 tablespoons unsalted butter 2 1/2 tablespoons good olive oil 1 1/2 tablespoons minced garlic (4 cloves) 1 pound large shrimp (about 16 shrimp),

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  Finally.  Finally.  It is actually cold enough outside right now to claim Fall.  This weather makes me so happy.  I love the rain.  Usually October is fire season ‘round these parts but hopefully we will escape it this year.  We drank hot cocoa and inhaled the delicious scent of wet earth.  I adore this time of year, especially since last year during Thanksgiving and Christmas I was sick

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Brother in-law K generously invited the fam up to Big Bear again this past weekend.  So fun to get away and see the beauty it has to offer!   We enjoyed hiking and the girls loved playing, “Blue’s Clues” along the way.  They looked for the markers and we learned some fun facts about various plants and surrounding areas.  The above tree is over 1500 years old.  Pretty cool, no? We headed

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  I love peer pressure.  You know…the good kind.  We just so happened to move next door (literally next.door.) to Diva’s current BFF. They are in the same class at school, go to the same church and play every single day together.  It’s so great.  I love it.  A lot.  And when her BFF saw that Diva had her ears pierced, she begged her mom to get hers done as well (thank goodness the offer had

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I’m afraid of chickens.  Okay wait…I’m afraid of the whole chicken, that’s dead and uncooked.  For some reason I can never cook them correctly.  Some parts are always dry, some undercooked…I mean how hard can it be?  So I stopped trying for a really long time and today I finally revisited the dreaded whole chicken. After searching the internet for some tips and tricks I decided to go for it.

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Diva loves to comment on my growing belly.  She tells me every day it’s getting bigger.  It’s very sweet.  Until today: Diva: “Mommy your tummy is getting bigger!” me: “Is it?” Diva:“Yes…but...” *walks around and measures my rear end with her hands.* “I’m waiting until it’s as big as your bum.”  

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My little girl is starting to read and I love it.  She absolutely loves learning and my favorite time of the day is when we sit down together and read books, or I type sentences on the computer for her to read.  Her excitement is contagious.  This also means it is getting trickier for the husband and I to talk in “code” (read: spelling things out) because soon she’ll put it together. Quite

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The weather is finally starting to cool and ironically my girls wanted to go out back and use the hose on each other.  Fine by me.   Have I mentioned how much I love having a backyard?  Okay I have.  But we spend so much more time outside and it’s fabulous.    My little M.  I love hanging out with her, just the two of us, when Diva is at school all day.  She’s my little buddy.  Such a

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  Well would you look at that.  Picking her nails.  Ugh!     

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I have been learning a powerful lesson lately.  If I don’t immediately get up with the girls in the morning, they eventually figure out how to get food themselves. It’s fantastic.  And Diva manages to do so without making a gargantuan mess.  Praises be to lackadaisical parenting. Let me backtrack here.  The husband gets up much earlier every morning because he teaches seminary.  For those

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Munchkin has developed a bad habit.  She picks her nails.  She picks them like others bite them.  Down to the nub.  It simultaneously makes me cringe and crazy.  All the live long day she can be found with her head down, picking picking picking.  There has got to be a cure for this.  Dip her hands in wax?  Cement?  Duct tape the tips of her fingers?  I mean, seriously.  Soon there will be

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Baby…. Boy.  !!!!!!!!!!!!      Looks like we’re done “specializing” as my friend Hayley would say.  And I’m not sure you’ll be able to wipe the smile off my husband’s face.  Not for a long time. 

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I typed the subject line as it is currently over 100* outside.  I’m so sick of it.  I loooong for sweater weather.  Especially since all my maternity wear is for the fall and winter.  But yesterday we visited the sister and her fam down by the beach and it was indeed sweater weather.  It felt so good and I wanted to cry knowing the heat is going to continue the rest of this week.  But we do

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Warning: I am indeed about to brag.  So look no further if you hate that kind of thing. You know that little blogger named Ree Drummond?  Author of Pioneer Woman?  Well, she does photography contests every month or so in her photography section and once in awhile I’ll enter a photo.  I know I’ll never be picked because there are literally thousands of entries, many of which majorly exceed my

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Wow.  We’ve been busy.  Busy moving, driving, packing, shifting, cleaning, sweating, reunion-ing, playing, swimming, sweating, unpacking, nailing, arranging, driving, driving and more driving.  Phew.  So forgive my lack of online presence.  And after not touching my camera for a couple weeks, I finally busted it out to capture some moments in our wonderful, spacious, beautiful BACKYARD.  One of

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    Posing to make sure I get all the key elements of her outfit in the photograph:  “Make sure you get my shoes and my backpack.” No tears. No holding back. No anxiety. No extra hug and kiss. She’s ready.  *sniff* I scoped out the others.  She’s definitely the cutest one there. 

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For the curious peeps… I am due end of Januaryish.  First trimester=MISERABLE.  I saw more of the inside of our toilets than of my own children. Second trimester=getting better but still getting waves of grossness.  Feeling baby move!  In love with it! Nervous?  Oh yes but each day I feel more confident.  couldn’t say this 10 weeks ago Names?  Zilch.  Girlies know and are very excited.

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Playing in Mom’s makeup.  8-11-11

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I allowed two strangers to punch holes in my daughter’s body.  Doesn’t it look beautiful? In the zone.  She’s gonna rock childbirth.  Right after they finished. Not one tear.  I think I need to hire strangers to brush her hair.  I’m seriously confused by her pain tolerance. Too little for piercing, but she enjoyed watching! 

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Baby? How your baby's growing: 15 1/2 weeks old: Your growing baby now measures about 4 inches long, crown to rump, and weighs in at about 2 1/2 ounces (about the size of an apple). She's busy moving amniotic fluid through her nose and upper respiratory tract, which helps the primitive air sacs in her lungs begin to develop. Her legs are growing longer than her arms now, and she can move all of

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Thanks to generous parents, we were able to visit San Francisco this past week.  It was so much fun.  We were sooo excited.  Especially Diva.  She couldn’t wait to visit the “Big City.” We cruised the wharf a little the first night.  The first thing we noticed was the cool weather.  The cold weather.  The fog never let up the entire four days we were there.  And we loved every minute of it.

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  My girls are growing up.  It’s no surprise.  The other day I took them for a check up, year 5 and year 3.  Diva had two shots, a TB test and a finger prick and didn’t even flinch.  She rocked it.  Even the nurse said she was amazing.  And there I sat wondering why on earth the simple act of brushing her hair causes her to have a nuclear meltdown.  I’ll never understand.  Diva is 40% for

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  Wow.  Apparently Diva did a really great paint job.  (see post below) Kidding. So, we don’t own a cat.  Probably never will.  But this morning as I was upstairs getting ready for the day I turned around and there she was.  A cat.  Um.  Okay?  How in the…?  Where did she…?  Then I realized the girls had left the front door open and she (or he, really what do I know?) must have wandered in. 

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All I know is that I was tired and half dozing in a chair I set up outside while the girls played.   They were painting and riding bikes and suddenly I became aware of Diva saying, “Now hold still and I’ll paint your face like a kitty.”   And the very obliging response, “Okaaaay.”   I didn’t even open my eyes or move one inch because like I said I was tired.  And they were playing.  And I was

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My girls can only spend so many consecutive days in the sun.  Munchkin is in fact, developing a tan that makes people question whether or not she is of Latino descent.  A white-blonde blue-eyed Latino munchkin.  So.  Some days we need a break.  And when it’s 100+ degrees outside the only other option is to stay indoors and drive mommy crazy with “creations.” Today they made soup.  Or was it

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I absolutely, positively love the 4th of July.  I mean, who doesn’t? Unless you hate America or something.  Traitors. I love spending time with family, especially those we don’t see on a regular basis.  Happy 4th!

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I’m back!  I know you missed me.  But hey I’ve been quite busy.  I’ll show you…               A baby blessing for my nephew.                  Some football snap tutorials for my sisters and lots of jumping around. Some games. And grilling.                  And lots of chalk.  No no, he doesn’t have some strange liver disease, he’s just covered in yellow chalk.

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Wow. No blogging in 11 days?? Must be summer.  Don’t worry, be back soon.  For now, I’m out by the pool.  Or the beach. Peace.

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Family reunion started a couple days ago.   Last night was s’mores by the lake.  Beware of photo vomit. Eleven siblings, seven grandkids, two grandparents, four in-laws.  It’s a party.                              

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  I lost count.  Today was something like 6 hours in the pool.  I just can’t get them out.  And then this happened approximately 2 minutes and 30 seconds after we entered the car.  I luuuurve the pool.

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If I told you that my husband showers with 10 women every morning, some of them sans-clothing, would you believe me? Maybe you would if I said there was a troll involved as well and that they are all made out of plastic.   Quite frankly, it’s getting a little out of hand.

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“No you can’t!” “Yes I can!” Okay enough of that. Having two girls and zero boys I often wonder what I’m missing.  Cuz…well…take a look:   We’ve got dirt. And blood I might add.  Poor girl sliced her finger open on her daddy’s bike right after I snapped this picture.  I never realized such a tiny finger could produce so much blood.  Holy cow.  But it’s all good and healing now.  And she

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            I love being an aunt!  I have the cutest, happiest most delicious little nieces and nephews! Unfortunately most of them live in other states, with the exception of this handsome little fellow.  So thankfully I see him often.                 And guess who just can’t keep her hands off him?                  I overheard her saying to him, “You are just soooo cute!  I don’t

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  It kills me not having a backyard.  There are those days that I just want to be able to get stuff DONE and not have the girlies all up in my grill or fighting or screaming or continuing to ransack the house.  I wish I could just shoo them outside without the need to have my eyes on them every second.  However being the hyper-paranoid parent that I am, for fear they will be snatched up by

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I’ve shared a lot about Diva on this blog, her antics, her ‘isms’, her photos, her videos. I’ve shared a lot about what frustrates me and the difficulties we’ve had in trying to “get along.” But as year five is both slowly and far too quickly melting away, she is becoming one of my most favorite people.  And of course, that sounds silly because our children should always be our favorite

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The wind is awesome.  It slammed a door on my finger.  I feel like I can handle pain pretty well but holy $%*&# @#*$&@*#$*@ this hurt like hell. (That rhyming was unintentional) I screamed and almost hyperventilated and would have probably reacted with much more gusto had my 5 year-old not been standing two feet away. No, it’s not broken.  Yes I blogged about this.  For posterity (

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It was one of those days where, had I been asked what we did, I would say, “Oh nothing really.” But in reality, we did a lot of somethings.            We swam with uncles.  We did a lot of jumping. And relaxing. We did cookie making with grandma.                    We picked out the biggest spoon in the drawer and helped ourselves to heaping mounds of cookie dough. We

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I love days like these.  Days where you just live in a swim suit.  Days where you are only out of the water to eat or pee (or if you’re under 5, peeing in the pool is fair game.) Memorial Day was a blast.  We hung out with friends and swam for hours and hours.    Guess who asked for food all day?  Miss M is a little reserved around the water. She didn’t want our help and refused

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  My “baby” girl graduated from preschool today!  So sad!  So cute!  She absolutely adored preschool.  She loved her friends, her teachers, the crafts, the songs…etc.  I can only hope she loves Kindergarten just as much.  And I hope her teachers are just as amazing as Miss Jan.  I’ll miss her! Afterward I took the girls to get pedicures to celebrate.  Oh yes.  I’m so Hollywood.  Needless

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For the longest time I had been trying to capture this tiny, sweet, lispy little voice on film but unlike her older, video-ham sister, she refused to perform.   Finally the other day she was reading to herself and I got it!  Oh her voice just melts my heart.  I want to burn it into my memory. 

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Some say I’m a bit picky about food.  Not true.  I am selective.  Big difference.  In no particular order, here is a list of foods I’d rather not ingest: Watermelon (basically anything with the word “melon” in it) Any kind of pie Marinara sauce (but oddly I love tomatoes, tomato soup and tomato juice) Donuts.  It’s a texture thing. Mushrooms Licorice Bacon Sausage Fast food pizza

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  http://carlybinghamphotographyblog.blogspot.com/

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Remember this creepster?  Can you imagine sending your child to a candy store where a guy like this worked?                                                                               Made this again.  So good, it’s kind of ridiculous. In case you weren’t sure, I’m talking about chocolate.

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9 pm. 5-17-11 You would never know they were at each other’s throats all day. Yes, they were really asleep.  No, I didn’t pose them.  Yes I used a super bright flash in their pitch dark room.  No, they didn’t even stir. P.S. It’s a true miracle that they were actually asleep by 9pm. 

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  Just wanted to share what I worked on last week.  And yes, she gave me permission. 

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My mom rocks. I am grateful for her. First off, she’s beautiful.  And did I mention she’s had eleven kids?  For real.  But that’s not everything. If one can even believe it, I was a brat as a teenager.  A gigantic, snotty brat.  I know right?  Shocking.  And unfortunately the snootiness was mostly directed toward my mother.  I don’t know how she managed not to beat the crap out of me

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           …I take entirely too many pictures.  But oh….isn’t she cute?

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      Today I came down with a wicked migraine.  I get them only about once a year.  If that.  But I know it’s coming a mile away. My vision is obstructed by some wackadoo blurry spot, which gradually gets larger until is spreads across my entire eye.  And as soon as it goes away, the throbbing and nausea begins.  But if I pop as many Motrin as is legally allowed as soon as my vision starts to

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Technically it’s Mother’s Day.  But I tend to think that is a tad bit exclusive.  So I am including women everywhere.  That’s how I roll.  My heart just aches for those women who so badly want to have a child and just can’t. On some teeny teeny tiny, miniscule, microscopic level, I can understand.  So to those women I say, “Happy Mother’s Day.” You are a mother in your own right.  You too deserve

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everywhere.  It seems as if lately I’ve been surrounded by them.  And I love every.single.minute of it. This past week has been nutso.  Every day packed with something.  Photographing a birth one night, flying out to Utah the next, driving back to CA from Utah, working in Diva’s classroom, editing photos, making slideshows,   Phew. Photographing a birth was amazing.  I think I’m hooked.  Here

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This post has nothing to do with the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Just wanted to make that clear. We spent the evening in Nee Nee and Papa’s backyard.  We binged on sugar roasted s’mores and enjoyed the glorious weather.  It has been annoyingly windy for the past few days and it eventually died down this afternoon.  I loathe the wind.  It ruins a perfectly beautiful day. Commence picture vomit

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Diva.  It ain’t just a nickname.

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 The pool days are starting.  And I’m so excited.      Diva’s already a pro in the water… …so that just leaves little Munchkin.  I’ll get to work on her soon enough and then I’ll relax about 5% when my kids are around water. Plus, nothing wears out two rascally girls like 3+ hours in the sun and pool. 

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One of the many things I love about this girl is her imagination and creativity (okay..two things)  She put together this ensemble and said, “I’m Rapunzel!” Yes, we are a wee bit obsessed with Tangled.  Myself included!

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           Somebody turned five today.  And she was really, really excited about it. And yes.  I did it.  All by myself.                                                                  And of course, a picture of Miss M.  For good measure. Happy Birthday Diva!!

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                                         As well as all the delicious foods that come along with it!  Mmmm…..yummy. 

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When Diva was born, she refused every single pacifier I put into her mouth.  She’d spit them out as if they were poison.  So I gave up.  Then at four months old she found her thumb.  Now I can scarcely believe that it’s been almost five years since that day and the thumb is still very much a part of her life.  She saves it only for movie time and bed time, and only if she has her beloved,

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My kids have made it a (very very annoying and obnoxious) habit of not listening to me.  In one ear and out the other. They also have a habit of holding things out the car window.  Yeah.  Blankets, dolls, toys..whatever.  Apparently it’s exhilarating.  They scream with glee when the wind catches whatever object they’ve decided gets an adrenaline rush.  It’s weird.  I know. And guess how many

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 Ahhh…G.O.B.                                                                           Anyway…. The countdown has begun. Ten days.  5 years.  Not sure if I’m ready for this.  And by this I mean this:                                       Daddy let Diva peruse various Princess Youtube videos.  Click click click and she found that blasted doll cake. She couldn’t wait to show me.  “

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My good friend let me photograph her sweet, adorable little peanut of a baby girl.  Only 6 days old.  If I can’t have another newborn of my own then I am going to force myself upon all my friends’ and siblings’ babies.  So there.            Photographing a newborn is a LOT harder than it looks. Take these pictures for example.  The little stinker absolutely refused to let us take her

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A fun but short overnight trip to Dana Point.  The girls and I tagged along with my mom and younger brothers.       Diva was so excited to sleep in a hotel. And even though it was a very nice one I couldn’t help but wonder about those nasty bedbugs I heard so much about last year.  Ick. And what did Munchkin try to do?  Oh that’s right, climb the railings.  And we went to the beach. 

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Relax.  Not THOSE kind of swingers. Literally.  Swingers. Why hasn’t anyone invented remote controlled swing sets?  Because I am THAT lazy.  Well, more specifically, I’d rather chat with my friends than have to push and push and push and push and push all the live long day. I mean the reason I take my kids to the park is to get them out of my hair (and lotion and makeup and clothes and

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If you see me out and about with this little girl, and her hair is a crazy mess, don’t judge.   Because let me assure you…I tried. 

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    One of my little happies (definitely not a word, I know.) is going to Costco.  I don’t know what it is about that place but it’s akin to Disneyland. For starters, it’s almost as big.  And the free samples?  Unbeatable.  Scoring an entire yogurt is almost like winning the lottery.  I went through the entire first three years of my marriage never having stepped foot in a Costco.  I don’t

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My wife is great. I hope she has a wonderful birthday. I didn't put her age in this post because just yesterday the Elders came over and were making fun of how old she is now.

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Today Diva’s preschool class went to the fire station.  Munchkin, of course could not be left out.  By the way, Diva has a boyfriend.  And by that I mean a boy…who is a friend.  But they are especially close and he is especially smitten with her.  And of course, I don’t blame him.  Oh and he has a twin.  An identical one.  I suppose if she doesn’t like one she can choose the other.  The

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The other morning Diva spouted off a dream she had that night.  It involved my sister reading a sunshine book, then Heavenly Father took the sunshine away but it wasn’t really Heavenly Father it was a bad guy. Then the bad guy started to chase Munchkin and Diva around the house and into the closet.  He had a mask on.  They were frightened.  They screamed, “Nooooo noooo bad guy!” And then

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