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Last night met up with new friend Sarah Kobunski who is an amazing photographer. (Check her out, http://www.desiredfocusweddingphotography.blogspot.com/) She wanted to some practice shots of the girls in their tutus, in the sunset. Because I love practicing, and learning, and taking pictures, I jumped on the bandwagon and brought my camera along so I could practice as well. I haven't worked much

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94 is a big number, especially when is the number of years you've been living. My grandma, my dad's mom, turned 94 this past year. She helped raised me when I was young and that makes me so proud. She is such an amazing woman who has led an amazing life. She has seen a lot in her life and her stories are so great to hear. I love looking through her old pictures and learning about life when she

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6. COLD EARS! Anyone who knows me knows that this has gone from bad habit to addiction and obsession. I don't know what it is about the feel of cold ears on my fingertips, but I absolutely love it. And it drives people nuts! Except for Justin, he really enjoys it. Oh, and the worst part is that Ava does it now too. She has been known to latch her itty bitty fingers around some cold ears. THAT'S

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I adore the person that Ava has grown to be and see the changes in her daily. She is so vibrant, fiesty, and full of personality and energy. But i gotta say, I really miss this, too

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The events of this weekend are still etched in my mind. I keep questioning myself...What could I or should I have done differently? Why didn't I do something sooner? Could I have prevented this? Everytime Ava does something that is in disobedience of me or just really bratty, I go back to the moment I thought I lost her and the moment that is still giving me nightmares.We were at the Columbus Zoo

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We all have bad habits and we usually don't break them because they become a part of who we are. Here are some of mine.1. Chewing on the plastic things that attach tags to your clothes. I love them for some reason. Justin does too. We always make sure to share and if not, then we have been known to fight like 3 year olds. Yes, we are mature adults.2. Shaking. I am always moving. People think I am

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Here in Ohio, Memorial Day weekend means that pools are open! I haven't been to the pool in years because I don't want anyone to see me in a suit. Yes, I am that pathetic. So every year I pray and hope that I will know someone with a pool. My parents have talked about getting one for years but have never committed.Well this year all my dreams come true...not really but it sure is nice. Justin's

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This weekend was wonderfully spent with my family. It was so great to get outside and feel the sun on our faces. Ava had the greatest time playing outside in the dirt and water. I know that I will have my hands full all summer long because getting her indoors is a job that requires a cocktail at the end of it. It is painful and tiring and usually makes me want to scream but I don't because to add

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My latest addiction and obsession is with etsy. I am head over heels in love, can't get enough of, and utterly infatuated with the endless possibilities that exist on etsy. I have always had a passion for things that are handmade. A lot of times I'll attempt it and if that doesn't work then buying it works too. In the fall I look forward to bazaars so that I can buy handmade christmas decorations

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Over at one of my new favorite blogs, girlsgonechild dot net, Rebecca posted a sotry about co-sleeping with her adorable daughter. It brought back so many cherished memories of those kind of nights and mornings with Ava. She asked for the readers' sleep story to be entered into a giveaway. Not that I need the bouncer that she is giving away, but I love contests and I love my sleep story so I

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Practice really does make perfect.Okay, well not really perfect. At least not for me. I've been working on a camera strap slipcover. The first one I mad was too small, the second too big, and the third too small. I put a new stitch in the one that's too big to make it fit but wanted to try again to satisfy myself. I don't like failing at crafty things.So I made a fourth one tonight, and it only

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When I was young I loved playing “house.” It’s so funny the way kids play things acting like they are adults. It happens so often and in so many different manners. I played with barbies, baby dolls, and little people. All of them had little families and every day lives that as a child I thought were typical of grown ups. While riding bicycles we would have different parts of town that we would

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I have a ton of really great friends that I rely on for support, laughter, fun times, adventures, and great conversation. I really don’t know where I would be without my friends. I know a lot of people say that and that their friends are the best around, but I truly feel like that. They have picked me up when I’ve fallen, laughed at my bad jokes, fallen in love with my daughter, and been my

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Ava is mildly obsessed with milk. Okay so that should really say, Ava is wildly obsessed with milk. Her entire life revolves around it. And you know how kids have their own way of saying things? Well Ava’s word for milk is “gulk.” I have no idea where she came up with this but every other word is gulk or gulky. I’ve tried teaching her to say it the correct way by putting emphasis on the m because

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Yesterday I had the pleasure of taking pictures for a beautiful and inspiring little family. It was a great day for pictures, warm and sunny. I haven't had much practice working with families and kids outside of my own so I am so appreciate to have had the opportunity to work with this family. Aren't they so adorable?Amanda and Denny are the wonderful parents to these two little cuties. Zach has

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That song from Aladdin resonates through my mind when I think of a whole new world. But the new world I’m talking about was anything but a sappy love-song from a Disney movie.Motherhood.Simply stated but a complete understatement.Part Deux.After finding out I was indeed pregnant I wanted to let sperm donor know. That wasn’t going to be so easy though considering he had my means of communication

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Sometimes things happen in life that make you fall flat on your face. That happened to me today. I felt like I was on top of the world because things have been so well lately. But I guess a good high can never last too long anyways and you just gotta find something to get you back on top again.I interviewed for a full time position at work and found out today that they chose someone else. I feel

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Ava’s third Easter has come and gone faster than I ever could have imagined. I look back at her first Easter and see how far we’ve come and am amazed and feel so blessed. Her first Easter was spent in the hospital; she was healthy but mommy wasn’t. I tried so hard to be out of there so that we could be home for Easter but it just didn’t happen. Instead we enjoyed most of the day together cuddling

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Lately I’ve gotten into reading other people’s blogs, mostly single moms and even a single dad. I’ve found their stories relatable in some ways, inspiring in others, and feel some sort of connection to them being a single mother also – this is assuming that being a single mother means unwed because that is the only way in which I could possibly be considered single.I am in a relationship with a

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I found this today and I really love what it says..."Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the

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It is funny how this definition changes over time. When I was a child, it was mainly birthday parties that helped me claim my status as a "party girl." I have so many wonderful memories of sharing birthdays with my cousins and my friends. Coming from a large family, there were always dozens of birthday parties to attend. Of course, I loved it and I am sure my parents dreaded it. As a parent now

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This is my life -- beautiful and full.I am a mother. I'd like to think that I am a good mother. Sometimes when my rotten 19 month old wacks me in the face, or throws a tantrum in public I started to wonder if I truly am. But I know I am. I love her. Love does not even begin to describe the way I feel for her. She is me life. She is beautiful and hilarious...and she is mine. She amazes me more and

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