Ava’s 3rd time bowling, and she almost beat daddy!
August 18, 2011
August 13, 2011
Ava’s long story-telling sessions often crack me up. Davez was driving so I grabbed one on my cell phone.
Really not that big of a deal, but I just love listening to her talk.
(Toddlerese translation: last time she went bowling it was to Julia’s bday party. NOW she’s going again, but this time she has a head band. That is all. lol)
(ps – I had to digitally tip it sideways, so the ratio is kinda’ off)
August 11, 2011
Miss Julia spent the afternoon with us the other day, and when there’s a new adorable kid in my presence, she KNOWS she’s getting her wig on.
July 28, 2011
For quite a while Ava and Uncle Bloopers* have had a very tumultuous relationship. They fight over toys, he pushes her buttons, she steals his bones… I’ve yelled “Cut it out you two, or someone is getting a time out!” several times.
They scoff at me and do it again 5 minutes later.
Well, now it’s gone to a whole new level.
Ava has recently reached the age where she’s CALLING OUT HIS CHIT, literally. “Bloopies pooped on the patio! right THERE!” and
“Boops took my Polly Pocket and he pooped it OUT!” and
my favorite at 7am this morning (why? WHY?) was
“THAT FRICKEN DOG PEED *IN* the PORCH!” Complete with the Tattle Tone, and finger pointing. I knew this stage was coming, but I didn’t think it would be with the damn dog.
First of all, watch your mouth, girl.
Second… he has a doggy door. Dude, take it outside.
After 4 buckets of hot soapy water and some glares throw his way, he walks over and steals her puppy. That Uncle Bloopers is a jerk.
We really need to have another kid.
July 20, 2011
Another one of photographer’s “holy grail” shots, check!
(it’s a composite, folks, don’t try this at home)
Thanks for playing, Cora. You’re a doll !
July 7, 2011
I’ve ordered a couple new wigs, to add to my “Whiskers & Wigs” collection. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with said assemble, but it’s going to make me millions someday.
Or tens.
People always comment on how I’m able to capture such wonderful expressions on my subjects.
I thought this mini-shoot was a great example of This Master at work:
Me: “Ava, over here. Look at Momma!”
Ava: “chhhhheeeeeeese!” looking down the driveway. “Boopies, GIMME BACK MY SOCK!!! MOMMMMMMMMMMAAAA, the moff-keetoes are biting on me!”
Me: “Right here, honey! Whoop whoop!”
Ava: (deadpan) “cheese. no more momma. THAT’S MY POOL NOODLE BLOOPERS! PUT IT DOWN NOW YOU FRICKEN STINKING DOG!”
Me: “Ava, one more please! You look so pretty! Like a princess!”
Ava: “I’M NOT A PRINCESS, I AM A MERMAID. AND MERMAIDS HATE BUGS. No more momma.” Flashes big fake grin.
End scene.
June 29, 2011
Just about as funny as the Turkish Kitty with a mustache.
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(where IS that photo?)
In a fit of funny, I stuck a fake mustache on Max, who’s usually game for whatever. He’s one. He won’t recall my torture. (or will he?)
Well, Max lead to Noah, and Noah made my gut hurt he was so funny. I plunked one on Wilfred Brimley or whatever his name is Jarret and my new “schtick” has been born. One trip to the costume store and fabric joint later, and I’m now scouting the crowds for my next adorb young man to click on with The ‘Stache.
Oh the hilarity.
Here’s a quick slideshow:
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June 24, 2011
Momma needs a new pair of shoes! (or maybe a new camera bag!)
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What do you think? Is my Little Red Riding Hood worthy of a few votes?
:::rasises hand:::
(of course, if you’re bored, you can see the entire styled shoot here:)
June 17, 2011
It’s nice out, and if you don’t enjoy every minute of our beautiful Minnesota summers, they’ll be gone before we know it.
So forgive me while I slack a bit on updating this silly blog.
However, I’ve had a chance to do some clickin’ lately, and hate to keep all the cuteness to ‘meself.
So I’ll share.
My handsome lil’ nephew, Alex. Gettin’ Down on the Farm.
My darling little Sydney Rose, her 3 month shoot, clicked just earlier this week. There’s pretty babies, and then there’s Sydney Rose.
Wow.
