Whirling Dirvish Photography

So our Easter was chocolate filled and romance filled!

I am EXCITED to announce that there will be a new family member!! My sister was blindsided by a ‘hawked’ proposal.

Welcome to our family DUTCH!!!

Can you believe it???

We have a 17 month old… YES, 17 month old… who is just NOW walking??? Or, rather tetter tottering???

Doc said bones and development is fine. And suggested that his rather large melon be to blame….

I’m playing catchup…

These are from our trip out to Cali to visit family and friends and take in some beautiful weather.

I was editing through our personal photos and couldn’t pick out my favorite candids. So I put them in a slideshow.

To these two, their life was this beach.

The first of many to come. Wow. We had F.U.N.

So when do we go back????

When you throw in 2 special boys + authentic New Orleans cajun cooked mudbugs + absolutely divine weather = one heck of a party.

Father and son were able to celebrate among TONS of family, friends, dino cake, ice cold beer, and an inflatable kid corral.

300+ photos were evidence that it was a great time or I had one too many coronas…

If I were to award Granparent emotion of the year, it would be to Tony. I love this picture!!!

With about 20+ kids attending; I was able to absorb and take in the multitudes of edible cheeks and thickly lashed doe eyes.

Lastly, our chunk met his match. I’m pretty sure the rockin’ tee intimated him. At the end we were well acquainted with each other’s drool dripping plugs. We’ve already decided that with the harem, (see lovely lashes above), that Braden has accumulated he’ll need a good wing man for when they wreck havoc at aTm. Either that or they’re destined to be USA’s next bobsled gold contenders… we’ll see ;-P

 I’m sure you’re thinking, why in the world would a person weedhack through such lovingly wisps of baby hair? Well, after I got over the shock of actually changing, altering, treding upon the sacred baby puff, I thought the change looked cute. As in: I’m a baby with parents that like to live vicariously through my hairstyle, not the I’m 30 something  Hot Topic worker and have a faux-hawk to display my lackluster childhood.

I had to actually disengage myself from the situation, as I could just see dangling ear drums and gashes that would require ER attention. Soon Shae presented a gleefully delighted child that just realized he was the center of all local affections.

On a side note: Our newest additions to the family have come to a very dramatic and drastic demise. Our fish, Chuck and Larry, were sadly disposed this past week. After seeing their bowl become a bit murky I decided to clean it. Chuck or maybe it was Larry decided to take matters in his own fins and leap directly down the disposal. Whoops. Said a short prayer and sent the little guy to fishy heaven. The latter was soon replaced in a clean fresh bowl to only pass away within 5 minutes. The Sherlock in me was a bit surprised when the truth was uncovered at dinner time.

MaryAnn:’ Momma, I cannot have milk with dinner tonight.’

Me: ‘ Why not?’

MaryAnn: ‘Because it didn’t give the fish strong bones, it killed them and I don’t want to be dead.’

Me: SNORTING!!!!

Milk does not do the fish body good.