tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9824146806708772422024-03-05T01:23:22.738-06:00Me bloggingMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-79994602732444668332011-03-18T05:07:00.002-05:002011-03-18T05:13:43.722-05:00Muffin's Birth Story, 03/18/2009Happy 2nd Birthday to my littlest guy! Well, littlest guy right now. :) Baby brother will swipe that title sometime in the coming weeks.<br />
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My sweet baby turns two years old today! I truly cannot believe how the time has flown by! I can still vividly remember all of the prodromal labor, the real labor, and his most amazing entrance into this world. And so, to commemorate my sweet Muffin's birthday, I have written out his birth story, with photos! I had intended to write his birth story ever since his birth, but have been so occupied that I never got around to completing it! So, without further ado, The birth story of Nathanael (a.k.a. "Muffin") James:<br />
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The talker in me wants to elaborate on so any things, haha, but I will start Muffin's birth story from Monday, March 16th, 2009. I was past all of my other due dates (I had so many, since we were not sure of the date of our dates, so we relied on sonograms, but each one gave us a different due date), and two days away from my last given due date, which was March 18th.<br />
That Monday (16th) morning I had a midwife appointment, which were on a weekly basis by that time. For some reason, Lucas and both of the older kids tagged along. My wonderful midwife Holly did my prenatal that day, and asked if I wanted to be checked again. I had been walking around 3 cm dilated for a couple of weeks already, with several random days of prodromal labor, that always ended in nothing.<br />
Well, she checked me, and I was still a 3-4, and my "bag was bulging". She asked if I wanted her to strip my membranes, and I hastily agreed, even knowing it would be somewhat painful and may or may not help me progress into labor. Yes, it hurt.<br />
Holly was sure I'd be calling in either that evening or that night, ready to have a baby! Needless to say, I started having regular contractions, and I even made a 2am call to the Midwife on call (Robin, <3) one night, because contractions were getting closer together (< 5 mins) and much stronger, and I thought it could indeed be time. Needless to say, her sweet advice was for me to try to go back to sleep and call her when things intensified. I worked hard to actually fall asleep, and was finally able to. When I awoke on Tuesday the 17th, the contractions were gone. I was in tears.<br />
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I felt so physically drained and weary from all of the "false alarms" I had been experiencing, and I spend most of the morning resting in bed. I got calls from family and wonderful friends, asking if there was any "news", and even one friend said she wondered if I forgot or changed my mind about having her at my birth, since she didn't get a call that night. I think I must have cried on the phone with at least 5 callers just that morning, haha! Oh the beautiful emotions of a hugely ripe and pregnant woman. :)<br />
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I'm not sure why, but I called the birth center around noon-ish, maybe just for sulking purposes? Haha, I don't remember my reasoning, but I'm glad I called. I spoke with yet another of their wonderful team of midwives, this time it was Sam (Samantha), and she listened to me cry, and she consoled me, and she gave me some fun advice. Her advice was to go to Olive Garden and have an Eggplant Parmigiana, and enjoy every bite of it!<br />
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I didn't get my olive garden, and I actually vaguely remember what else happened for a few hours of that day. But around 3:30pm, I felt the contractions return, once again, and with a vengeance. I "knew" it was just another false alarm, so I didn't give them any credit, or mention them to anyone, thinking I would just disappoint everyone yet again with another false alarm.<br />
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Well, that evening as I tried to cook a late dinner for the family, and continued on with life as usual, I found myself having to focus just a little bit more with each contraction. I still wasn't convinced that this would be "it", and was preparing myself for yet another disappointment. Sometime that evening, my best friend Michelle called to check in, and ask if she could visit. I am EVER so grateful for her call and her visit, as it helped to keep me calm and relaxed through what was early labor (even though I wasn't convinced at the time). She arrived just after we had put the kids into bed, and even took me to run a quick errand, which, embarrassingly, was to pick up an enema kit from Walgreens, haha, which I never did end up using. I remember the cashier at said Walgreens being quite concerned to learn that I was probably in labor while standing in her store, hehe.<br />
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Just before leaving Walgreens, Michelle suggested we pick up a movie to watch, to distract us in case I wasn't in labor, or if I was, it would help pass the time. There was a RedBox right outside the store, so we picked out one there, and I had a few contractions just while picking out the movie. :)<br />
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After we arrived home, around 11pm or so, believe it or not, I still wasn't convinced that it was "time", and kept wondering, at least inwardly, if the contractions would soon cease altogether, as they had so many times before. Michelle and I continued to talk and laugh, and I can never thank her enough for being there, because if she hadn't, I probably wouldn't have dealt with each contraction so calmly.<br />
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I don't know what Lucas was doing through all of this time, but at around midnight-ish, I began realizing this was probably the real deal, FINALLY! It was late when he made a quick trip to Walmart to pick up some last minute supplies and snacks, to get us through the labor and birth. Well, my hilarious husband decided to be funny, and pick up some scuba gear for our waterbirth. When he returned and showed me, I was not laughing, haha! I found it completely annoying. Said scuba gear was never used, and was returned, un-opened, a few weeks later. :)<br />
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I called my parents just before 1am or so, and my mom and sister arrived to stay with the kids around 1:45am. We made the real call to the on-call midwife, Sam, right around 2am, when I was finally completely convinced that these contractions were not going away. Sam later told me she couldn't asses me very well over the phone because I was so sweet and cordial. I even apologized for calling so late and waking her, hahaha! She couldn't imagine I was very far into labor, as most women would be in a much less "nice" state. I think I must have just been exhausted and delirious, rather than just "nice", :)<br />
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The drive to the birth center was, to put it lightly, the worst car ride ever imaginable! Not having the freedom to move around and change positions as I needed to was horrific! I also realized for the first time ever, that our vehicle did NOT have grip handles! I had never noticed before, but right then I needed something to grip during contractions (which inevitably got stronger and harder to manage on the car to the birth center), and there was NOTHING! I was livid about that fact, hehe.<br />
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We arrived and met Sam at the birth center around 2:45am. I was at 7cm and was able to get ready to get right into the birth tub! I was so afraid of arriving, only to find I was till at 4cm or something! I was so happy to know all of those contractions were making some progress! :D<br />
Michelle followed us there in her car, and my wonderful Sister-in-Law, Yocasta met us there.<br />
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Let me just say, that having the birth tub there, was pure bliss! Although I do feel as though it didn't "fit" me very well (as in I could have definitely used something to grip onto, and push against the edge with my feet at times, but I was, and still am, haha, too short), the water itself was the most amazing, relaxing sensation! I had always wished to labor in water with my first two (which were hospital births), but that was never an option. Now I truly know how wonderful it really feels!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>And here begin the photos!</b> Disclaimer, hehe: I dislike and even loathe photos of me, no matter what! So some if these are obviously very unflattering, and also obviously, capture some of my most vulnerable moments. I consider myself to be a very modest person, and do not ever show the amount of skin that is about to be seen in these photos. But I love and am passionate about birth and natural birth, and am willing to open up, be vulnerable, and share with the world. <u>There is NOTHING too graphic, and nothing even rated PG. It is all safe for all audiences, I assure you.</u> I (obviously, since I am in them) did not take these photos. They were taken either by Lucas, Michelle, Yocasta, and maybe even one of the midwives? But I couldn't tell you who took what or when, as I was in "Labor Land". I only called out a few settings here and there, so many of them are poorly exposed, unfocused, etc. But who cares?! They may not be to professional standards, but I love them and cherish them, and go through them every few months, to remind myself of the wonderful, beautiful and amazing entrance that my son was able to make into this world. The end. :)</span></i><br />
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One of the moments of said joking and laughter! :)<br />
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Well, after who knows how long pushing on the birth stool (again, my sense of time was completely non-existent), he still wasn't descending like he should, and I was pushing with everything I had. I could sense that the midwives were sensing something was up. I tried not to worry and focus on opening up and getting my baby out. But worry just came. I had never pushed this long before, even with an epidural.<br />
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After pushing on my back for a few contractions, the super exhaustion set in. By that point I had been pushing for over two hours, and my body was physically exhausted, as well as mentally. I felt like giving up. I hit the wall. The wall I had read and heard about. I felt like I could not go any more. Like I could not give one more push. Although the words never came out of my mouth, I thought to myself "that's it, I tried, I can't do it anymore. I just need to go to the hospital and let them do a c-section." I was that exhausted, and obviously not thinking completely clearly either. My wonderful midwives believed in me, believed in my body, and believed I could do it. They never doubted me, they never made any sort of inclination that I might have to be transferred to the hospital, nothing. They were consistently encouraging and wonderful. Exhaustion had just taken over, and I felt like giving up.<br />
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Finally, they moved me to my left side, and THAT is what Muffin needed! That is what it took, and he descended like he was supposed to, and I was able to push him out! His head had been cocked to one side, as well as he had his hands up by his head/face. When I pushed and he wasn't engaged correctly, of course he couldn't descend! We could obviously see that one side of his head was swollen due to that fact, :(<br />
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</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Looky at the little monkey I found jumping on his big brothers bed this morning! :)</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5437567671/" title="WM RS Muffin Blurred Jumping-8546 ED by MonicaYB, on Flickr"><img alt="WM RS Muffin Blurred Jumping-8546 ED" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5437567671_c72d0bc4ac.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="500" /></a></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">As I was working with Izzy on some of his school work, I heard (through the baby monitor) the unmistakable sound of a bed being rustled and jumped on. I of course grabbed my camera and headed straight to catch the suspect in action. I only got one shot of his actual jumping, and it is blurred (with his movement, see how the rest of the photo is clear and crisp?), due to (get ready, here comes the fun geekiness...) pretty low light in that bedroom, so I needed a relatively slow shutter speed (1/125), even wide open (2.8 on that lens), and at ISO 1250. But I still love it. He was caught red handed! :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">BTW, that is a canteen he has around his neck, but seeing that his Mama is a photog herself, wouldn't you know that he pretends it is his big camera? I love it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Here are a few more shots of the accused bed jumper. Just because I think he's pretty cute.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5438174550/" title="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8544 ED by MonicaYB, on Flickr"><img alt="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8544 ED" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/5438174550_dd277bdf83.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="500" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">No more jumping I guess...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5437567811/" title="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8527 ED by MonicaYB, on Flickr"><img alt="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8527 ED" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5437567811_e339909a4d.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="500" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It sure looks like he had something really important to say, I just wish I could remember what it was.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5437568037/" title="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8536 ED by MonicaYB, on Flickr"><img alt="WM RS Muffin on Bearbears Bed-8536 ED" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5437568037_b3264c1618.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="333" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I missed the focus just a tad on this one (I always focus on the eyes, or eye closest to me), probably due to his constant, rapid movement, haha, but I still love it, because I love the expression on his face.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The end. :)</div></div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-64698088283797552732011-01-20T01:29:00.003-06:002011-01-20T01:35:45.065-06:00What should I do with my hands?I recently read an article with tips for "Mommy Bloggers", and one of the tips was to always use a catchy, "must open and read NOW" title. Is that ^^^^^ a catchy title? :) Okay, so it can determined that I am not very creative, ha!<br />
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Here are my Belly Shots/Self Portraits for pregnancy week 25! Taken in front of one of the walls in our very colorful school room! (It's actually the "dining room", but since the kids do school work in there, we decided to make it a bright and colorful learning environment!) I do have some regrets about our color choices, but colorful walls do make for nice photo backgrounds, and that's not the point of this blog anyway... :)<br />
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So here we go: 25 weeks<br />
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Now about the posts title...<br />
I never know what to do with my hands! Doesn't everyone have that problem? I have people (that are in front of MY camera) ask me the very same question ALL the time, and I seem to always have an answer for them. But when it's just me and my tripod (or makeshift tripod, or chair, or table, or floor...), things can get a little awkward!<br />
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Side story: K (my oldest daughter) saw me and asked why I was taking pictures of myself! I wonder if my kids think I am just vain? I answered that I really wanted to remember having a pregnant belly, and am going to try to take pictures as often as I can. And that answer satisfied her just fine. And it's true!<br />
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Back to the hands... so then I tried this:<br />
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No, too high, it looks a little weird/awkward, right? Hm, try lower:<br />
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Aw man! Now I look like I have a tummy ache! Agh!<br />
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Anyway, haha, the whole pregnant belly thing is a toughie. You want to come across loving, but sometimes a gentle caress against the belly looks funny enough and awkward in front of the camera, and of course I am extra picky about how my hands look (i.e.: "Is my thumb sticking out?" or "My fingers look too fat in this one!" or "Hm, crooked finger angle...", yeah, I already know I'm weird.)<br />
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But does keeping my arms straight down seem cold and uncaring? Or do I just look stiff?<br />
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I am finding it harder and harder each time, and don't want to have too many of the same photo where my hands and arms are doing the same thing. Anyone want to offer some suggestions? Remember, I am not the creative type here, so I welcome any and all suggestions. I may not try them all, but welcome them with open arms, and hands, ;) indeed.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ETA: All photos were processed just a tad differently. Just because I can. :)</span>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-8307666835816060122011-01-18T02:25:00.010-06:002011-01-18T04:02:22.940-06:00Pregnancy Experience, Fourth Edition<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So after my initial "pregnancy" blog post (with the belly shot at 20 weeks), several people mentioned they wanted to know exactly what was so different, and for more details, as I had so briefly and vaguely mentioned. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am all about sharing and being open and transparent, but wondered if a post with such personal information (and that isn't on a mommy forum like mothering.com or diaperswappers.com) might be crossing the line of a little bit TMI? :) But I thought, why not oblige and transcribe my thoughts and feelings onto, well, not paper, but digital paper? For all the world to see? Well alrighty then, why not?! Here goes! :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BUT, this post is not very "man friendly", so I figure with fair warning to any male readers (although I doubt there are many, if any at all), I will go ahead and open up a little about "Pregnancy Experience, Fourth Edition", ha!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So HERE is your warning! Men, and/or easily grossed out, squeamish people, you might want to close this blog and/or browser window, and not read any further! You have been fairly warned! :)</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a little background, here is a brief history:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My first two babies were complete and unplanned surprises. Blessings, but definitely surprises! The second two, we were blessed to have planned. I was 19 with my first baby, 20 with the second, 23 with my third, and am now 25 (but will be 26 when he is born) with baby #4.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the first two, I was super young and in such great shape! I was a dancer my entire childhood and teenage life. After the birth of my first baby, when she was 2 months old, I took up martial arts and LOVED it, sticking with it even through my second pregnancy and halfway into my third. I started to miss classes here and there, and then stopped altogether. The reason being a busy schedule and lack of baby sitters, not by my own choice. :(</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did gain slightly more weight during my third pregnancy, than I did with my first two. Coincidence? I don't know. My third was also my biggest baby, weighing in at just over 8 lbs. (Pretty huge for my small 4' 11" body). But I still dropped all of the weight and got back into shape quickly (thank you BREASTFEEDING! :D Hahaha!), so who knows.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which brings me to my current state of 25 weeks pregnant with baby #4! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel so blessed and privileged to be expecting yet another baby. I realize there are many families who are hoping and praying to be pregnant and for a healthy baby, and have not had that opportunity yet. One of those families being my best friend, so I do not take pregnancy for granted in the least. And I am thankful for having that to keep me accountable, and remember to be thankful for everything we have been blessed with. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I have always loved being pregnant, despite all of the discomforts.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That being said, this time around has truly been the hardest (and at times the most painful) pregnancy yet, even though I am barely over the halfway point. And with my history, I'll probably go a couple of weeks past my due date anyway, so I've still got another 4 months to cook! :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The reality of it is I think this pregnancy is really taking it's toll on my little body, which is barely 4'11", and about 105-110 lbs. normal weight, so small framed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One symptom I have experienced without fail, all four times, is severe morning (all day) sickness. However, it did seem so much worse this time. Maybe I blocked the old memories of it out, or maybe just the daunting reality of caring for a (very high maintenance) toddler and homeschooling two kids while trying NOT to puke on the floor in front of them took its toll on my weakened, exhausted body? I don't know, but I felt like this time was so different. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I lost weight with each pregnancy, thankfully this time it was only about 8-9 lbs., because I worked diligently to stay nourished and hydrated, which is way easier said than done, as any other "throw-upper" pregnant mama can attest to!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And of course, I have thankfully gained it all back, and then some, thanks in part to Christmas tamales. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I experienced some varicose veins behind one knee with my third pregnancy. They showed up well into things that time, around 25-30 weeks or so. Pretty mild, nothing I worried about, and they disappeared shortly after I gave birth.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time around, they showed up at 9, yes, 9 weeks! I was still in losing weight, super sick mode! I know, weird huh? It's only in one leg (my right), which I find kind of funny, but I've come to find out that is normal for varicosities during pregnancy. They were incredibly painful, but my wonderful and amazing midwives have me on a great homeopathic regimen of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">White Oak Bark</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hamamelis Virginiana</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, which is essentially witch hazel taken internally. In just over one week of taking them, the pain has been relieved almost completely, and they are decreasing in size, purpleness, and "bulge", haha, but are still incredibly ugly. I can't stand them. I pray that these too, will go away after the birth, or I vow to never wear shorts again. Ever. Booo!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See? Not very "men" friendly, so if you are a man and still reading, I recommend you close this browser now. :)</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, moving on...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My butt hurts. :P</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No really, my pelvis and tailbone hurt! Like, seriously aching, sometimes hard to walk, sometimes piercing pain, hurts. This is a first for me, unless it is one of those blocked out memories I didn't want to remember. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did you ever fall hard on your bottom while playing (for example, skating?) as a kid, and then have a sore tush for a few days afterwards? Well that's about what I can best relate it to! :) This is a recent development, right around 21-22ish weeks, so it is due to the wonderful hormone called <i>Relaxin</i>, which loosens up the ligaments to prepare for birth, as well as from the increasing weight of the uterus and baby, lying upon my coccyx. Very sore hip flexors are right there with the sore tailbone.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In addition to the above, I am feeling that very familiar sharp, shooting, numbing, tingling pain, a.k.a, pregnancy induced sciatica. Yet again, a literal pain in my butt, and legs too. :)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did experience a taste of it with my first two pregnancies, and a good sample with my third, but of course, this time it is much more severe. This is also directly due to the weight of the uterus and baby pushing on/pinching my sciatic nerve. <b>Lucas sometimes calls it my "Psychotic nerve", hahaha! Thanks for the sympathy babe! :P</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On top of those, my lower back is beginning to feel the strain. I have not had back "issues" in any of my other pregnancies! At least nothing severe enough that I could remember. The pain and aches I am experiencing make me feel just about out of commission. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BUT, any other mama of 3 (or more!) will tell you being out of commission is NOT an option! :) And mama doesn't get any sick days or days off, so you just suck it up. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alright, enough of my "complaining" and venting. In all honesty, pregnancy and birth really truly is, I believe, one of the most wonderful experiences a woman can endure, and a God given "right of passage". Also, I find it totally neat and interesting to find that 1 Timothy 2:15 says: </span><br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-29691" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"15</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">women will be saved through childbearing</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">assuming they continue to live in faith, love, holiness, and modesty." (New Living Translation)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am not claiming or even going to pretend to be a biblical scholar (or any kind of scholar for that matter, haha!), but taking that scripture for it's face value, I think we, as women, truly have a great calling, and I think it's pretty awesome!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, pregnancy is hard, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">puking is never fun, </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and getting through the days that seem to drag on forever is tough.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But once I feel those first flutters, and then the big kicks, and then the somersaults, and yes, even then when it looks like an alien is trying to escape from my stretched out, seemingly paper thin skin, I am in LOVE! I love my baby, I love that my body can grow a baby, and I love that God felt we are fit enough parents to even deserve another one! Because even I sometimes totally doubt I am mama material, haha! But I know I am blessed, I say I am blessed, and I believe I am blessed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Psalms 127:3 </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Children are a gift from the Lord</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">; they are a reward from him. Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, that is all. For now. :)</span>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-65488063633373928922011-01-06T23:08:00.003-06:002011-01-18T02:35:24.042-06:00Just because we think he's cute...<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=73daeb2d50&photo_id=5332358478&flickr_show_info_box=true"></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"></param><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=73daeb2d50&photo_id=5332358478&flickr_show_info_box=true" height="375" width="500"></embed></object><br />
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Here is Mr. Muffin (21 months) greeting a Woody doll hung in the boys room. When he says it it sounds like "woo-wie" or even "weewee", hehehe! After prompting from Daddy, Muffin asked Woodie if he would like some lemonade (sounds like "luma-numana"). </div><div class="flickr-yourcomment"><br />
</div><div class="flickr-yourcomment">It's probably just us, as his doting parents, hehe, but we can't get enough of this guy. :)</div><div class="flickr-yourcomment"><br />
It's so funny because he is by far the farthest behind in his verbal skills (I have vids of Izzy speaking in full sentences at 19 months...), but Muffin sure seems to be in no rush. He also has made up much of his own language, both verbally and signing! Seriously! He is one interesting guy! :D<br />
We have learned that he is incredibly stubborn, and somewhat lazy when it comes to speaking. :) I have also learned that you cannot rush things such as this, and to just soak it all in and enjoy the cuteness. AND to take lots of video because they don't sound like this for long! :)</div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-66354846226281957202011-01-04T21:30:00.002-06:002011-01-18T02:38:32.264-06:00Broken window glass...Late this afternoon, I heard a ball being thrown around, which is against our house rules (due to the dangers of things possibly being broken or someone getting hurt). Not but 2 seconds after I reminded the kids about said rule, I heard the bang and the resulting break.<br />
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(Just a silly side note... I guess I never really realized how old and ugly our windows are until after taking these pics. I also realized I don't clean them often enough! Haha!)<br />
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The little infant/toddler toy that did the damage:<br />
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Sheesh. It's taped up for now, but we will, of course, have to replace it soon, since it could very well shatter with just one other hit. It's right next to our back door too, and that gets a lot of use, and slammed pretty often too. Good excuse to purchase new, beautiful, energy efficient windows maybe???Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-50126156061572487492011-01-03T22:42:00.004-06:002011-01-18T02:36:45.840-06:0020 weeks (halfway!) Belly Shot<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5322218361/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5322218361_fcc52b4de4.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicayb/5322218361/">WM RS 20 weeks-6186 ED</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/monicayb/">MonicaYB</a>.</span></div>So... I am pretty late in posting this, since I am now 23 weeks, hehe, but if you know anything about me, you know that I tend to be late for all kinds of things, and you'd also know that I take so many photos, and then they stay forever on my hard drive, never to be seen or heard from again, :(<br />
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Here is week 20 belly shot (from 12/15/2010), shot in my "famous" yellow/orange kitchen (my kitchen has the best light in the house, so there will be many more photos in the yellow orange-ness!), with my fav buttery lens, 50 1.4, shot at (get ready, here comes geeky photography talk...) not quite all the way open, at F 1.6. (ISO 400, SS 1/250, for anyone who cares).<br />
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I shot it at a horrible time of the day, late in the afternoon, so the shadows are harsh, and I didn't spend much time processing it, but you get the idea, and it's "dramatic-y", :)<br />
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The jeans I was wearing, as you can see, still button all the way and in fact are still pretty loose everywhere but the waist. :) I'm still at that "awkward" point where my regular clothes are fitting a little tight, some uncomfortably so, but maternity clothes seem to swallow me up, and just make me feel frumpy.<br />
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This pregnancy (#4) in general is so different in so many ways! I am still savoring and enjoying it as much as I can, knowing there is a good chance that it may be (but hopefully not) the last time I am pregnant. :(<br />
I have always enjoyed being pregnant, despite my severe sickness (which is just starting to end now at 23 weeks!), and aches and pains associated with it. There is just something wonderful and magical about carrying a precious life inside of you! But even this one has thrown me a couple of unexpected "curve balls", and things I had never experienced even the other three times!<br />
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Regardless, I don't forget how blessed I am, and I feel privileged to know God chose us to be parents one more time!<br />
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A kind "stranger" lady randomly said to me the other day, something along the lines of "I love seeing pregnant women! That's how we know God has not given up on mankind!". I never thought of it quite like that, but I love it, and realized it is true!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-90028849962322106712011-01-03T17:05:00.001-06:002011-01-18T02:38:15.874-06:00New year, new blog...It's amazing what can change over the course of only two years! I decided to go ahead and keep my old blog and blog url, but am pretty embarrassed to see my previous entries and photos! Sheesh! I am surprised at all of the things I've learned over the last two years, and the changes that have taken place in our lives.<br />
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Please do me a favor and DON'T scroll down to any previous entries. But, IF you do, be forewarned that I do not take any responsibility for the horrible photos, or what I wrote, simply because I do not remember. ;)<br />
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Here's an update (about two years past due...) of our lives and some things you might expect to read if you so choose to "Follow" me...<br />
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I am a stay/work-at-home Mommy; I homeschool our kiddos, and I have my own (very small!) lifestyle photography business, specializing in babies, children and families. My husband of 7.5 years is the associate pastor of our church, which is totally home away from home, and we are blessed beyond measure!<br />
In my last post (in 11/2008, Oh. My. Goodness!), we were still a family of 4, but we are now a family of 5, and soon to be 6! We added our third baby and second son into the world on March 18th of 2009, at the San Antonio Birth Center. That was one of the most amazing and best experiences of my life, but that needs it's own blog post, haha! We are now expecting our 4th child (3rd son!) sometime in May 2011! Our EDD is May 5th (Cinco de Mayo!), but I have a tendency to go late, so I am thinking more like mid May. And this baby will be our first homebirth, with the hands and help of our wonderful, amazing midwife! I suppose I'll have to ask her permission before I post her name, hehehe.<br />
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Some things that I am passionate about, and that you will probably read about on my blog, if you don't get bored too soon, are, in no particular order:<br />
My family,<br />
Photography,<br />
Babywearing,<br />
Babies in general, :)<br />
Natural birth,<br />
Natural parenting,<br />
Attachment parenting,<br />
Organic/healthy eating and lifestyle,<br />
"Green" living,<br />
Cloth diapering and E.C. (Elimination communication, a.k.a. infant potty learning),<br />
Homeschooling,<br />
Midwifery,<br />
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And that's all that came to mind in these last few seconds. :)<br />
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I can not and will not make any promises to post every day, every week, or even several times a month. Just as often as I can! I'd love it if you would follow me, but also know that I will totally be posting links to new blog posts (on Facebook) as I publish them.<br />
Be blessed and happy new year!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-71674256040403891392008-11-20T02:28:00.006-06:002008-11-20T13:03:51.195-06:00Meet Cocoa!Since I never formally introduced the newest addition of our family (on blogger), I'll take the time to do it now...<br /><br /><br />Everyone, meet Cocoa! Cocoa (or "Coco") is our 8 month old Chocolate Lab. We got her as a puppy when she was about 8 weeks old. Well, let me re-phrase that. Lucas (my husband) brought her home when she was about 8 weeks old. As a surprise. A big surprise. Oh, what a surprise.<br /><br />She knows how to wave "Hi"! Isn't she smart?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-XGg10iZ5Mi1DnRQfpaYaqt0IvqsPAGIA8T2eFX-KEOzAvFfcIJD3e9CtyHUPGxqdlQPwhx9Bde0AAK_1hZjry8qP6oJFbt-JjygmPuJSlW6jF2rOARZBLBvDbRLE47z8YNcAHo_D2U/s1600-h/Coco-9104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658046730918114" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-XGg10iZ5Mi1DnRQfpaYaqt0IvqsPAGIA8T2eFX-KEOzAvFfcIJD3e9CtyHUPGxqdlQPwhx9Bde0AAK_1hZjry8qP6oJFbt-JjygmPuJSlW6jF2rOARZBLBvDbRLE47z8YNcAHo_D2U/s400/Coco-9104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, so she's not really waving, she doesn't know how to wave, but she does know how to "say hi", by shaking hands, and that is what she's doing in the photo above, and I was lucky enough to catch it just right so that it kinda looks like she is waving hi. :)<br /><br /><br />Well hello there!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdSJqQDZUfDnsVXuujbVIo5HOnQDI9lXQfTHBp8u0iYTA5hi5qb0f0yf-k1Xs-u9C6KPvBRPAVVqZ5N3LuScfB-EJqfh9KvuNoWmYEEUEFg7RmdHrtV-H9pwcERt9kWoPpxkYyWL6BYU/s1600-h/Coco-9093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658036736522034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdSJqQDZUfDnsVXuujbVIo5HOnQDI9lXQfTHBp8u0iYTA5hi5qb0f0yf-k1Xs-u9C6KPvBRPAVVqZ5N3LuScfB-EJqfh9KvuNoWmYEEUEFg7RmdHrtV-H9pwcERt9kWoPpxkYyWL6BYU/s400/Coco-9093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cocoa is hard to photograph. One, because she is so dark, so exposing for her is really fun, and two, she is ALWAYS on the move. Always.<br /><br />Dark colored dog+constant movement = High ISO, Large Aperture, Fast SS, and AI Servo Focus.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavP7gSpuHf3fhuCtVCo_LRplWA3DWxHEwmfeTtkpNZmLSxIICYUrgSdqPqNQX4dxBjRg5pq3yMcaAVQdlyBlcGmJudnZER54aj_c2CAqyFEIBCk5n826gBEI5w_qAbkXbsmgA98MZx44/s1600-h/Coco-9098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658041539785058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavP7gSpuHf3fhuCtVCo_LRplWA3DWxHEwmfeTtkpNZmLSxIICYUrgSdqPqNQX4dxBjRg5pq3yMcaAVQdlyBlcGmJudnZER54aj_c2CAqyFEIBCk5n826gBEI5w_qAbkXbsmgA98MZx44/s400/Coco-9098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />She is super well trained, and this is my favorite 'trick' of hers. I can put just about any item (be it food, a puppy treat, or a toy) in front of her nose and tell her to "leave it", and she will sit or lie there, just as below, waiting for my command to "ok, go ahead" so she can get her treat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgCKvCfEfb8TKEPWlZKBtnQhJQRqAWrmu2hO5axjxn9z8dh2jBwG2TwJkGYb4RgJNg5hfW6XuMVZEArWZ55oM2UVEvIcHWav1mEMlONS1HMl99wcd2IgZDuH0HUZxae4quDBZ8l45MP8/s1600-h/Coco-9120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658059205351874" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgCKvCfEfb8TKEPWlZKBtnQhJQRqAWrmu2hO5axjxn9z8dh2jBwG2TwJkGYb4RgJNg5hfW6XuMVZEArWZ55oM2UVEvIcHWav1mEMlONS1HMl99wcd2IgZDuH0HUZxae4quDBZ8l45MP8/s400/Coco-9120.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This must be her way of asking me "Can you please tell me to get it already?"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvj2HGPHwp7djuxwGGFU-tbjCEM8DOA8kW5ABiDen299IfPw3SG1CWvXf0vI-8Z4rtFdekbprUXi67q6-Cq7uVwCKETMZ7QcKbORNMlXpSiVYu-zgPhA4BzqYUGiDe7Tp1VosRU6eHvM/s1600-h/Coco-9119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658050758817570" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvj2HGPHwp7djuxwGGFU-tbjCEM8DOA8kW5ABiDen299IfPw3SG1CWvXf0vI-8Z4rtFdekbprUXi67q6-Cq7uVwCKETMZ7QcKbORNMlXpSiVYu-zgPhA4BzqYUGiDe7Tp1VosRU6eHvM/s400/Coco-9119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />And what would a post be without a photo from my yellow/orange kitchen?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1owLre474YutS5ihrc9Xop2Sxy6e2y-GjgMxEB8U2FVVevAJl1bi4Drt8bWUg4LDN0KZrNV0E9ZI8ohVMvHSbxb_0ZHT1amHxU6wwPcd5r85huEZPxz4ty1cd13RQY9uDYlsC2fSW7X4/s1600-h/Coco-9128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270658402484121906" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1owLre474YutS5ihrc9Xop2Sxy6e2y-GjgMxEB8U2FVVevAJl1bi4Drt8bWUg4LDN0KZrNV0E9ZI8ohVMvHSbxb_0ZHT1amHxU6wwPcd5r85huEZPxz4ty1cd13RQY9uDYlsC2fSW7X4/s400/Coco-9128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cocoa, meet the blogging world!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-19147689289110529402008-11-12T00:47:00.003-06:002008-11-20T02:27:56.454-06:00Patiently WaitingSince Izzy was somewhat MIA in the last post, here is his turn to be "posted". And in keeping with the kitchen theme (the last shots were all taken in my yellow/orange kitchen, blech), here is Izzybear in an apron, patiently waiting by the oven, for the pumpkin pie (that he helped to make) to be ready (Little did he know that it would take almost an hour to be done...).<br /><br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3024648402_ce1a91c7f6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3024648402_ce1a91c7f6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/3023821187_cc17a15854.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/3023821187_cc17a15854.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Do you think he was getting bored?<br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3024661040_6e33493b4f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/3024661040_6e33493b4f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />He's pretending to be something/someone here, don't ask me who because I'm not sure. but he's on a Tarzan kick, so that just may be it. :)<br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3023826509_d25ca75ec9.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3023826509_d25ca75ec9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(^^^ On the above 2 photos I used Courtney_s Ocean Breeze Action, just because.)<br /></span><br />And here is the finished product. it was yummy, but there was still something to be desired, I'm not sure what. Back to more fun experimentation in the kitchen for me!<br />I forgot to shoot some photos of it before everyone dove into it, sorry. :)<br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3023823417_dfbd8c7e31.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3023823417_dfbd8c7e31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>ETA: Ok, my 'landscape' oriented photos are still being chopped, I can't seem to fix that problem, I'm sorry!</strong>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-60741548426485747742008-11-08T01:26:00.013-06:002008-11-08T02:47:00.392-06:00So, after 8 months...<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p>Hello world! After 8 months of inactivity (on my blog, not in real life, haha!), I'm going to make a concious effort to update my blogspot more often! No promises though! :) </p><p>So, to kick off my re-blogging, here are a few recent pics of the kids, and Coco. They had been waiting so patiently at our kitchen table for me to finish making lunch, I decided to make them wait even longer so I could snap their photos!<br /></p><p>Do they look bored? </p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/3012438344_ccb737d9df.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/3012438344_ccb737d9df.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p>Ah, Lani giving her brother "the look". It doesn't faze Izzy much anymore these days though...<br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/3011573317_20f032968c.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/3011573317_20f032968c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p>The following are just a couple of the MANY faces of Lani. Where does she get all of those dramatic expressions from?<br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3011552159_ce09e886e3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3011552159_ce09e886e3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3012421514_90c6cbcdc2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3012421514_90c6cbcdc2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/3011635519_fafc4ca309.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/3011635519_fafc4ca309.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/3011654517_fba0563f9a.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/3011654517_fba0563f9a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3012492922_542bbb6996.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/3012492922_542bbb6996.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/3011652153_e67d138aa4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/3011652153_e67d138aa4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">(^^^I can take out that vent, but I'm not going to spend the time doing that now. So please excuse the ugly white vent. Thank you. )</span><br /></p><p><br />And finally, I bribed Coco into sitting at the kitchen table to snap some pictures with Lani. What happened to Izzy you ask? Well, he got into trouble and had to go to his room. I hope I can get him to cooperate soon, because I need some photos of him too! </p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3011638581_32691530a3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/3011638581_32691530a3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Kaylani has the bribe in her hand, a Doggy Biscuit. Can you tell Coco wants it? She doesn't take her eyes off of it!<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3012478096_5904ff3b7b.jpg"></a></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3012478096_5904ff3b7b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3012478096_5904ff3b7b.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Yes, Lani LOVES Coco!</p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/3011646735_4687892881.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/3011646735_4687892881.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3011555403_6b396f1f44.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3011555403_6b396f1f44.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />EDIT: For some reason, my photos are being chopped off! I'm trying to fix that, but have yet to figure out what the problem is!</p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-66220270770252860962008-03-26T02:34:00.003-05:002008-03-26T02:38:43.177-05:00Wow, I haven't updated in so long!<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2362754163_4b50a8707d_b.jpg"></a> So sorry everyone! I've been SUPER busy lately, but I wanted to share these beautiful pics of my seester! I did a mini shoot with her yesterday (I've been begging her to do it forever!), and here are just a few of my results.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2362730549_0fb3b11522_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2362730549_0fb3b11522_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2362754163_4b50a8707d_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2362754163_4b50a8707d_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2362755285_c5109a7e57_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2362755285_c5109a7e57_b.jpg" border="0" /></a>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-43521936990744783962008-03-12T01:02:00.008-05:002008-03-12T01:13:32.091-05:00POTW 3/9/08 Princess Kaylani with curls!Haha! Yes, today Kaylani saw my hot rollors (which haven't seen the light of day since, well, NEVER!) and asked what they were. After I had explained, she excitedly asked me to put them in her hair! So I excitedly agreed! These shots show you the results, which, weren't that great, and didn't last very long (since her hair is pretty much identical to mine, and doesn't hold a curl very well), but she was happy, and I'm glad I caught them for these few moments anyway, :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176732554529722210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnAfa7xlOfe4baloyklzV5zn-IB1Wxj6m5MHE4ncVs7RSh3mNjkFoyoKWyxN-xcYRwjIBrtg4QlYZa-btkvtZ7US2ydDOxxj8DLKem5JprczUho1K_49oVLE7icvzOx32AeYtTxISwfA/s400/Lani+cu-5819+4x6r+s+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176733112875470754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSjgd4yIdFebg0ArC-M7l_1LHQ1GNg3011cZPt-JUDilBYOYOis_-en3soSqVD4V_prcRsHI9uYULmCJWhmkkHMbenl8DgEqshRvnzaQGDIMKmo4zVOZWaLKlazqUVoYUuZAznFKmZGQ/s400/Lani+super+excited-5782+4x6r+s+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176732833702596482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLp3Aep0iZ2S7GXnrdOvEVi3DiOTnQh-TMHCYttlyoodsYsyMnmNdN-6vyy9SibyVa6MLGodO-6Ie0G6ZbEtYE0erkGvkHkD1n6sUpql2n_du82Ryj264LyME0TX_qkD8Iiwm_jMYFwE/s400/Lani+looking+over+shoulder-5818+4x6r+s+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176732687673708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTDOTxUmY_VMYZfUJc-SMNU6Zh6B7GLZI8nPuN2koHEiDReVu5A6AM0L91eeTPkpN8t35amW0_vEGVIAj2B9IRzIyFtoJCa7GB11hjv_WU7AIFZQEMYjmd-6aYUU_IdjxoqFfQ9dcM2Q/s400/Lani+excited-5771+4x6r+s+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176732975436517266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRsZdD-moZdQvhS7os2DD8Ui-hj06h3TGg2DpO1k61a9FuY_uV8nHCQYBU_0NAQXSBRCZjbOL-Vv0321xSIhLonL4pRoU5WiWtK2diM5pqCyixlD_yjWDLdCOi4b_aZX0uImMexau9Rg/s400/Lani+profile+halo-5862+4x6r+s+wm.jpg" border="0" />Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-6204435633689704182008-03-07T04:04:00.011-06:002008-03-07T04:36:42.238-06:00Our fun day with Chalk! POTW 3/2/08This past Tuesday, we took full advantage of the beautiful warm weather we had, and we played outside most of the day, knowing that the next couple of days would be too cold to have outdoor adventures. We had an 80 degree high on Tuesday, and Wednesday the highs dropped into the low 40's! How crazy is Texas weather! Haha!<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Anyway, here is a glimpse of the 'fun' the kids had (while Mommy wasn't looking!), heehee!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174939667676647154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfW8yDDjVSuhdMTEcuGs4l8x9kxf3o-ja51jQM-tk2BoMoC-MkhRQfDffL0014dFgydCj6lk2sASSCDV2Dn7h8TiD-X3p4rouoFLASW-Hy88d2MiNX7uhi6qTcTVXDMNjeCAWIjtlgbg/s400/New_lani+chalk-5665.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174939594662203106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrWOFbg5MOFBZR7hFJPQB3qflgsvVOqq6Mkd0o_ahZagSSBnrdtj9-re_6uxTDyDkWPhXbotzVl3yBHc7gsVjHnGXBWRbB56DPK4XAUU76MwpwF2O1VtEEggm-HZ8OUU5_nKDmdlcu_0/s400/New_Izzy+chalk-5688.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174939727806189314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixL_uon7IpBy1QWrP2-sucyqbbHhcaYMvDd_Sjzj6-jNYtoTWldCzjlKYUkLwQ0f75yy3xHffWoRYAN07FLonmARYwE61o-RoHunhSs0hS7KwDH-keZ1PgjhkRsrSja9tTHsZPDB3Pu2g/s400/New_lani+chalk-5676.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174939886719979282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWoVLPaT_5vd012w1T61Ume6__P5hRgujrOjDdq8dx3nToEttbxasOxKH2K7ypXWzGKBmhbfT2vqf5bWX6iVcRHIv2VWt7-0xcJ-5qpk6ShUqGTzmOD7U50lBFN6QSRRy6a__egF61J34/s400/New_izzy+chalk-5679.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(I know this ^^^ is a technically terrible shot, but I love how you can see the chalkiness all over his face!)</span> </p><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174939525942726354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnetDQ7jGeMohzZKCReWHtU4_DnYARFFzhk-75xWkw7F5-B1YGrAM_uz4SxJQugzveKn6PuuWMMeb4zNKW_h-trNi_qSBvhfhOwQ-Zb034J5F-O2FYZ_amNkOQOgiN9_2Z68wtyqgCcnU/s400/New_chalk2-5685.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p>And I've been pet-sitting our friends kitties this week, so I suppose I will throw in a few of the funny shots I've shot of them, simply because I was using an (borrowed) external flash with these following shots, and I think I am in LOVE! I was bouncing it off the ceiling (The flash rotates 90 degrees), <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Oh My Goodness</strong></span>! I can use an ISO at 100, and a SS of over 1/125 (with an F1.8 that is) and still have a good exposure?!?! Without using a direct harsh flash?! <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I WANT ONE! I WANT ONE! I WANT ONE!</span></strong> :D Now I know what I am going to ask for for my birthday! haha! Ok, enough geek talk, (That was for you Norma, heehee), and Thank you Laura for letting me play with it, I have loved it, and I am seriously going to invest in one! You are the best! :) Anyway, the kitties names are Pinky and Brownie, and they are so camera friendly, and they make for really cute subjects! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943339873685314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8t82D8-6Ye5bsrLqOlIUb1g8YhYPyA2QB-9hGwOKyjZ0gWEBx0l7fzMMe90g6WAOw5odGCuZTY00BtzNiKThbjwnJW4ItdLLBbyQq3c22VRb3hW6FnrQWX825XHkhNlIVyXl1HUZU7c/s400/New_Brownie+yawning-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943193844797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5diuWnlYHzBOwGuHvB4HFifPLrhSzrmlaGGCclDX5AFLD_MKZuFxro8KUrpuo-7_6G8O9VJfJNEr1vcHNEzU68QXVmJbZnmqGB4DY3a233KyBjhLyTRqymejGZGk2BL2b0mz-htLm7Kw/s400/New_Brownie-5619.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943391413292882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeysdhCswbKeer0C0J-1IvAsSuxrwI5Yhek4RncsQb4k7JwHl40L9fOevpj9BR0is3URrlE_N5B5O6hXtMyGn6f482w4Ix91_rsdn_1G4asoIX_6pIrAVtliY9AAxKvX3aUTJczTQfS7Y/s400/New_Pinky-5632.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174943271154208562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGYh-1W1gURGw8JCGxPOjw4VIEW_5JEB-qk6V9RVjdgRa_1-c0_-3b7Jt_EE4QP6GtfgU1GdkERJOaygkgRw8cW5j8xBAaED2yNrDedzRMjZWQh9CioPkeSRnMtnd3CimllMtR1BPHRQ/s400/New_Brownie-5620.jpg" border="0" />Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-34536014843320651772008-02-28T14:45:00.010-06:002008-02-28T14:55:44.728-06:00POTW 2/24/08<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here are some shots I got from a recent "shoot" with the kids. I <span style="font-size:180%;">LOVE</span> my new 50mm F1.8 Lens!!!!!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172135523368996978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPm621rN_4Ekclc0Jfiw-Iq03qmbTCBJjcI_0_Od88EudOnj-kaTSTAe6psGFdV2906W3BdmeI-SsC-WJ3j3T-FO4-MiHae3oTqt9cAFVB9rxUwYddrLm3X0qgb4l6nY5ofXrIneOGcog/s400/New_Izzy-5391+wm.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136017290236098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEQaUHssW1uqLMnQ7nnNmqjwLtZjMG6mJtJON7vOK_3pQxaRUxUtOK2C0YplcFhD-Z6Gh9Yuz-nM2EFbLzPwVLqS6aEXYnXRnGpSWAiKhEqOLTKDV0OTSpjmeLOaB3O2cltiD3jeSBEA/s400/New_Kaylani+cu-5328+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172135660807950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_OYS0iwpM7G53XJsvqBTUNd1H9mlBqx8AqlYMx1v8cSkKK6IdlwQH0BaSwv3Ro54o2cjkNBrwwRLYIUFhyHnt8gUIM0vTUW5ItSEWeWkNvKWLnwa4K3Yr4PZ_oy9LcsKL3V7Qwk6KDo/s400/New_Izzy+looking-5372+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136176204026082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgo5eElAKMT6LFov3qFiB_aTqpEdD2m8sVfDT-sjgxP_MOQrTR5KqRRAlUJOBs21911K0zxr92HXGTs78OrcJsyFdjXT4I7cyoPhciYcokYt997Mws8wzBujHTZQ3qviqPGuqs-FByTEA/s400/New_Lani+looking+down-5413+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">^^^I don't know why, but I really love this one ^^^</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172135733822394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnW2tTNBZmjr83WGS4Iqz69gkBLl2NR7NMFNB9ff7dHt34a3QbXYS4G7nfKFngfqT-wEUi3q6o3ifvC_NNmkqn70xR9KiY5TpGUpjNWIFvHSEkL-vWRFWH7fUNpTxZfRFNVnlvGvchF3s/s400/New_Izzy+looking+up-5342+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172135952865726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lAS9Q5T8SKeWBox42hxIw7tNrkha7IEAJmmyPgciHjTVvSwsIZTRIGqpfCBWlVDxKng3TNITNrbcfoZYstS7w3G4CeKaar1_VxxAI6_iKvg2C5FwOhSlIE2fAce0beAaUdCJm_1UN8M/s400/New_Kaylani-5330+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136232038600946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHOOr1_jjHhIJxCAylKKM6FKrPTu8Eh4sTO404n29Ht7iUMPZQTnLQ4Bp07ePHQRaiSrSA2TV1QDc4r-bE5wbyhsusJQ8gRAq1YBU5lg8XdThoRNs1cMO2H7yj0eaLRcUhE6ZWi9onu8/s400/New_Lani+singing-5414+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">She was singing...</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136094599647442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XJ2JLjy1u-dzhXReoIpoVYQkuvm93_hAwEncUcHYDr_njuhfXiu0yKftARV1h5hphwCIMADubxm7CeV63O_-65BZYhidRhyphenhyphenlqkHom7BQEMDgKkh0wWo16JaFg-H2kO9m6HCwPq6Eeo8/s400/New_Lani+kissing+Izzy-5399+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I love how you can see Izzybears enthusiasm! :)</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-14670448923586937772008-02-23T17:30:00.012-06:002008-02-23T17:54:30.152-06:00POTW 2/17/08So, here are just a few of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fav's</span> from this past week. I've been extremely busy developing pics for clients, and working on business details and such, so that's why I haven't been blogging much, but I am itching to share my new "magic lens" photos! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>! But note that they have all been resized for web viewing, which takes away quite a bit of that quality that we all love!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEnlYDFGiGyeNPJrgXVLZjL-EZgUQFkYt2s5Bv1HKtorEranxmMMnVcAJdBH15_mCzFKnUlOSnBChfOpyLCmLJRgSPz9_m9WgD27U-9KtYHREwo6XhbgwcTyo9_KFfa1COiIDHeAeD6k/s1600-h/New_Kaylani+Writing-5268.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323773019557970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEnlYDFGiGyeNPJrgXVLZjL-EZgUQFkYt2s5Bv1HKtorEranxmMMnVcAJdBH15_mCzFKnUlOSnBChfOpyLCmLJRgSPz9_m9WgD27U-9KtYHREwo6XhbgwcTyo9_KFfa1COiIDHeAeD6k/s400/New_Kaylani+Writing-5268.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">The above was taken with a much less <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">vivid</span> saturation than the rest below. Totally different look, but I like them both for their own reasons.</span> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWWVrNGOy4gjlMD35gtQhKVlqZnGpol-ZHsQWD3Q63KUaOF2O3vIvF0_lecuJe0SOwG6y8-Lyu2Mlc5LMvxg5_3n3bEiqw0A4xVJ3EDqiOcsvJ6fMqNfVK7Ag20F_0TWJhQG9OCk5g10/s1600-h/New_Kaylani+Writing-5256.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323717184983106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWWVrNGOy4gjlMD35gtQhKVlqZnGpol-ZHsQWD3Q63KUaOF2O3vIvF0_lecuJe0SOwG6y8-Lyu2Mlc5LMvxg5_3n3bEiqw0A4xVJ3EDqiOcsvJ6fMqNfVK7Ag20F_0TWJhQG9OCk5g10/s400/New_Kaylani+Writing-5256.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> She was just writing/drawing away...</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><div><br /></div></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStOUEfme3qMpeQk_4EglSdkPeS2V5i65RVf5QIYbHrXmQ9_kKNZQ4VubFa7GyRLkKtT2GS5uKR_M898AXxMPpQqHg1uttQRnZC-NI3-jnjVuUlWNgOWImRwZBYPEhRDWSMzHgkar83RI/s1600-h/New_Kaylani+Writing-5241.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323669940342834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStOUEfme3qMpeQk_4EglSdkPeS2V5i65RVf5QIYbHrXmQ9_kKNZQ4VubFa7GyRLkKtT2GS5uKR_M898AXxMPpQqHg1uttQRnZC-NI3-jnjVuUlWNgOWImRwZBYPEhRDWSMzHgkar83RI/s400/New_Kaylani+Writing-5241.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Now these below are all from outside on our new swing set, which is a very red/orange wood set, which affected the white balance, giving me the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">extremely</span> warm, orange tinted pics. Can they be fixed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lightroom</span> you ask? Quite possibly, but I actually like them like this, :)</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323828854132834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKylYVNR8u5E9ub4kgo2pKnB1Y_MpwbrtAX5qMbMfa64gxpTtLJioMYOp3xGY-8oKFwfiXX6XJbWq26E6P-mqVdyUt6hc-g52ijwdjuHl17_Zou0aOu98oSVkePdWTEOsZFQsEck5xPk/s400/New_Lani-5159.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Notice the extremely shallow depth of field. That comes from the F1.8. I LOVE that effect!</span></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pY8YQKjVHc4lIkivbEY1XtX7gJTwmwp4ugmgwoXPvJG57SOOC66ttWZZRvgRbsDojOThJQ8p5TC8gmqP5X6OwzYSpZ5-Hk3PplGje3vfLxeJv_kfnONWHvOUMjxyTmnARN95G_iWnI4/s1600-h/New_Izzy+cu-5176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323614105767970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pY8YQKjVHc4lIkivbEY1XtX7gJTwmwp4ugmgwoXPvJG57SOOC66ttWZZRvgRbsDojOThJQ8p5TC8gmqP5X6OwzYSpZ5-Hk3PplGje3vfLxeJv_kfnONWHvOUMjxyTmnARN95G_iWnI4/s400/New_Izzy+cu-5176.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfCIyqCI0DVztuX0FWn6Fp7rF6EhQTBY49_606YoW7sw-HqXWkJEUHWxpHGzBwOoKzJaudjxk2e9fPk7D4JefCW3UD1HMxOD9Sz-r-3VuSqe861KlfF4OYFPnln2GyVWl8rfZ5t5V6MI/s1600-h/New_Izzy-5174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323562566160402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfCIyqCI0DVztuX0FWn6Fp7rF6EhQTBY49_606YoW7sw-HqXWkJEUHWxpHGzBwOoKzJaudjxk2e9fPk7D4JefCW3UD1HMxOD9Sz-r-3VuSqe861KlfF4OYFPnln2GyVWl8rfZ5t5V6MI/s400/New_Izzy-5174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1mUf1qkHd9JhCLHaEyI42LJ226Zs4pDZC8up87UADQ6EiPBIZHibrOGVD2QIuT_VTjgKTB33pOFUO6FnRDJUzXY9PqNxIhi4fK49WVc7Y594AjZKSf-vSqoJrmHZnm6RB0aXJmcRk20/s1600-h/New_Izzy-5123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170323506731585538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1mUf1qkHd9JhCLHaEyI42LJ226Zs4pDZC8up87UADQ6EiPBIZHibrOGVD2QIuT_VTjgKTB33pOFUO6FnRDJUzXY9PqNxIhi4fK49WVc7Y594AjZKSf-vSqoJrmHZnm6RB0aXJmcRk20/s400/New_Izzy-5123.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Remember that F1.8 I mentioned earlier? Here it is in all of it's glory! Take a look at that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bokeh</span>!!!!! See those circles behind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Izzybear</span>? Super shallow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">DOF</span>, and a perfect looking circle is from great quality aperture blades!!! On a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">bokeh</span> photo with poor quality aperture blades, you would see more of a polygonal shaped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bokeh</span>, due to less or poor quality aperture blades. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ok</span>, I feel like such a nerd, and I don't even know why i bothered explaining all of that! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">haha</span>! But I find it interesting, and I am just super excited about my lens! :) But, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span>, you've had enough geek talk, I will stop now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hehe</span>.</span>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-79981249090851302502008-02-23T17:18:00.004-06:002008-02-23T17:30:52.440-06:00Is it magic???So, my most wonderfullest husband ordered me the greatest Valentines Day gift ever!!! I am not much into flowers, or candy, or little trinkets and such, and he knows me too well. :) He ordered me a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Canon 50mm F1.8</span> lens</strong>!!! I had been wanting it, since I'd heard alot of good things about it, not to mention it's one of Canons least expensive lenses. So I received it in the mail on Tuesday, and I LOVE IT!!!! I have been able to "play" with it a little, since the weather has been great, and it is exponentially better than my Sigma! Which actually comes as a sigh of releif to me, since I have been very disappointed in the sharpness quality of my photos, but now that I have something to compare them to, I know that it was the lens after all!<br /><br />Many people/photogs had told me it must be the Sigma lens (including the photog workshop instructor), since I seemed to be doing everything correctly. Now I have proof! It was the sigma that lacked in quality. I am so HAPPY! It IS a magic lens! It IS!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-86154238783992671402008-02-08T02:22:00.000-06:002008-02-08T02:41:45.972-06:00POTW 2/3, Trying to get...I've been trying to get some decently cute shots of the kids all week! haha! They are so funny. It's as if they know when I'm desperate for pics, and they refuse to cooperate! They are constantly making funny faces, and doing silly things JUST so that i won't get a good shot in! Ha! Oh well, I guess that's what I get for always having the camera in their faces...<br /><br /><br />Anyway, here is a sneak peek at some valentines shots I've been trying to shoot...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I have been doing alot of Black and white conversions lately for two reasons... 1. I am learning the right way to convert and edit, and 2. Lucas has demanded that I adorn his new office with ONLY b&w shots... :)</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164523709582812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSI6kwodlCMgA5OJxMRw_WFVPxTK5d2qKTM7r66_mj6J1Akjq0mINdGk422W45FLFl6Dw2hwI1E5133WYZ74ziPaXl6rvjgLt42o-UtkL44P5fO4-wdL9BWh8LOzq1Mwc5AsYdA0x51Y/s400/New_Kaylani+bw+flipped+wm-4268.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164523649453270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjasmK0jHLe5NjLH3OypkD9mFPzFWv6_6Qj64r9m36qOllbGDUdydMt1GbGrGce646gw4_5V0RcKFC0Kwz0G7qp1elnavSo060jbBhAJfMnPWAWw7D8BmmJFs3LUOfTBXLjKPEUofeQU/s400/New_Izzy+bw+cr2+wm-4046.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164523799777125842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5d8gzul_Dre4-UzBsBONL3aWnon1Yft3dpSDs13Zg3l5dA09qhXQySszIH2OtQL8edPvYJeidf-zjKfmT-D79KaQQ3ORxmwlxVvdmxzLWtX2ePOxCr8EJ1n3LvDVjXnSuWjrmkgrs7bE/s400/New_Izzy+Feet+bw+v+2+wm-4224.jpg" border="0" /><br />Those are Izzy's "poochie patas". Kaylani refused to let me shoot her feet. So I will try to bribe her tomorrow for her "pata" shot, :)Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-36672065269787950092008-01-30T21:54:00.000-06:002008-01-30T22:17:58.654-06:00Baby ZekeMy first "Newborn" shoot! I was so excited to be doing my newest Nephew, Elliot Zeke, for my first newborn shoot! We ran into a few obstacles (some things are <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">to be expected from a naked newborn</span></strong>...), and I have learned some very important lessons (like <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">always carry a lint roller</span></strong>! haha!), but overall I think it was a success, and I am happy with my results. More importantly though, I sure hope my "clients" are happy with their results!<br /><br /><br />So, here are only a few (there are several more) of the shots so far...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486763977614658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIxMkxwViQmdjmzKGJF5uMTMA7Y9sDrBVHpd0bFfrO7G5iN0t6tkDF6BN9p8HKJHnNvJz5VYhXGOO1nGvI3QfOG-8qvM6DhpAIEjUMJKh13Z0G_mwyJITAqDnI5XjtE8ttBifj9ONFDGQ/s400/New_Bunnies+bw-2+edited+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486708143039794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMC5ZuNm_UnQvvyZcdoTZG6eknmEG8Qtphod7CT-xjaoCWNvoLDp3v1pnRFnRgfIFyCfWOEvem5LCx3pDyIN88gAqbnRgVLtsmgZ_60IziNe_B5idaf-A-IVpcXKNTnbs3v5HUqDY4Xro/s400/New_awake+2-2+edited.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486815517222226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjInzp__5bzlHHC3mJiifojdCZb2SB32ujEx4svYFi1AgjR7SNSy88kW8JEU0TdJS7p7j9uukF1QktNw1KO01agvTZePyGL6X7PuiUo3vDG2hOaU5ocHY4YSyliIW-HhKuWIk84ds7n9GA/s400/New_close+up-2+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486888531666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o-Ek2I5O5iWQN-ZvJQH7ms27xk3zEk_Rkk7_NoOUm9Z__nr6WSdTl9NRKoj2kvZVidWOEtQ387lKL5-P7uoOctjt3ke0jNLr90-WbFJJMuqhRvHQLpDNAxzXXITCegsujK0yA2SXR3w/s400/New_Father+and+son+4-1+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161487124754867602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMFb6r-LUT0nyxaQdfp1tvooj1xbB-1cNHS7KyilbbTGP9XPOaGwX9HaRw1sqSNt8dnx0VDFOhQMpxJCV5kCzu9hKYqjmal0HfOmyNjsfa-37HWcutUxe9X-WoKW2SZNM8PChKZ9V4u8/s400/New_Daddy+and+Baby-3703+w.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486987315914114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnfIpvqDiRaZOFFjjnKUm8WzLHkJApZ7kITmG1EG5YXUg-UdjjgIxq4owap98Vq-pAoIXMVnygyNEQvOKVt0jQyh61PIBFqaSc_6aQcqUrt6bi2tSML6v5QDmRLrpYO4ra7Pa6s-DsMw/s400/New_legs-2+edited+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486935776306546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7bILBrABYb7s-ZSzmLnO6vNjytMMvCDNtvJg-t5WKi2AJoaMa3_c9J47jkav6jZL4YZWGqwM2AvxBWPC74L44mbGuNtZPfuh6-sIRfSEKt4uNxJ5LG8ApahttpbfYyDs8rlZVbSk7U0/s400/New_feet+3-2+edited+wm.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161487210654213538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2B9FfGGucq2cns5nTOefq7aeA2oeo9iLPLpwWDHNavcN6Xwk-N0fY7vuyno4OCgbXQ6qsAtscgKE0EPDw9rDF11HQxpMxzjG4g4dU76OMqnyYg2idkUlUytvLHHW0LwkaFT03dd00vIE/s400/New_Daddies+hands+Babys+Feet-+w.jpg" border="0" /></p>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-76001280531215107602008-01-30T21:51:00.000-06:002008-01-30T21:54:30.534-06:00Something Funny...Just something funny that Lani said today...<br />She informed me that she was pretending that Izzy was her husband (which she often does that), so I said "Oh, ok, so what do husbands do?" shes replies <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">"Husbands, they kiss girls and they play Wii."</span></strong>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-69209492955578922202008-01-24T03:52:00.000-06:002008-01-24T04:01:23.281-06:00Grandmama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0kFhD0ZwvsBselHMMzX3pYbZRxn9eiORhiwHaiADlgEQ9MlefuWz70_38SWuhx9yZ91sHYS4CshvxwZ679vcnT1__kfcwLGS5Ul6NIpQ_RceLWgkeJvg3lg9c_HWBeuABIIuy07rpEY/s1600-h/New_Grandmama-0880+wm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158981015632618786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0kFhD0ZwvsBselHMMzX3pYbZRxn9eiORhiwHaiADlgEQ9MlefuWz70_38SWuhx9yZ91sHYS4CshvxwZ679vcnT1__kfcwLGS5Ul6NIpQ_RceLWgkeJvg3lg9c_HWBeuABIIuy07rpEY/s400/New_Grandmama-0880+wm.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div>This is Grandmama, Lucas' grandmother. </div><div>I took the shot at Lucas' graduation ceremony, and it is now one of my most favorite photos. Here is a glimpse of true beauty, wisdom, love, and understanding.</div></div></div>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-20187081501108786842008-01-24T03:35:00.001-06:002008-01-24T03:38:04.298-06:00Oh yes, I forgot to mention...I forgot to explain why my watermark appears to read "MY photography". It actually says "M.Y. Photography", since my initials happen to be M and Y. Clever isn't it? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haha</span>, yes, I know, I am a genius... :)<br /><br />That is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tentatively</span> going to be the name of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">photog</span> business. Any other suggestions?Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-48917086899018746782008-01-24T03:04:00.000-06:002008-01-24T04:13:52.002-06:00Hernandez Family PhotoshootI recently did a shoot for some wonderful friends of ours. It was the entire family (His parents, 3 sisters, 2 brothers-in-law, 2 nieces and 3 nephews, besides him and his family), so, it was my first large family shoot, and it was a challenge! I brought my assistant, Jonsal, along with me, and he was a huge help! We did individual family shots, kid shots, couple shots, and several big family shots! The kids and the whole family proved to be the most challenging, but I really did enjoy myself! And I am very pleased with the results! Here is just one of the families, our great friends, Manuel and Mari, and their precious sons.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">And btw, I will be "watermarking" my pics from now on, by the advisement of several photogs I have met, as well as the instructor of the workshop I have been a part of...</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971171567576178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuP0OZY8c1o2RQf1jlhL3SrpukvNDJm3XMSps1pBEIkPQipoCDDworq3SjETeig74Zcj1PkXOd_hvvg6LhFSDZwOwv99lxh9xYLmPO0oQcx_cKKUzTRgOIDMMpJDHQMk4tY39Fxy0B-f4/s400/New_Family-2916+wm.jpg" border="0" /></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971218812216450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNCWHchNK6cXcYDDZU1-Aq5YFUgMoKlyXSCcsRZF8fbNv5ccty9ksvSVxPcHHP7gbhbT655UdPXKLB_gHsb2Xgj1c8TJdO1tOPLN8H0E_dm2HERduz3ahLf4CkaiN08CAe1hOTeWyX5o/s400/New_Family-2919+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971278941758610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01XxuZ3T_lNHMqYtD4vSKUrkDHCoiLrWwd_yh6oF9R0yuYsqi0yISLOR6p75vhS0o81mizA6a48443K5z31T9pIX79eBm_XrBKeaXE89IJoGRiAHFtIwQx82v6SNwR7U-LIAn8ebiIEM/s400/New_Couple-2962+wm.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971334776333474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMx4LNBnXRTnhaXau2KZ46cuJzlLf3E8FF5GdLcckR2wxmU_ICe3kBDxNpxremr7j2_mD31Ls9ezEkKBe_PDjCNpBGQ25e5c2QLjJJ7BPCGgtfHQzxIjGRhGbndD0mOtJNeW1BBOLeCXw/s400/New_Father+and+Sons-3114+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158970995473916994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydwOpeYpuv82CUgTJZcb2H1VgJy1_qSGlem2FX6jXC-xmamdY6wnxcwuAm2Pgpf2EDLxsLqqJzJgHgX4B4Bm0IGMaaGZQUblru6kP-DyeHRd0L2cF6GDKDhvwCjRGVgPriboOZTuU8R4/s400/New_Daddy+and+Gabriel-3111+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158970462897972226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvNFEMEep_AUj_d03gtqlKmiUmHMAuKdTFtJMjRF_NMnbcaOvBJVhOfBIYnYsWXBpasAYjQsv_W-npxpfk-Ny9jelyOmfx79vjZChrcOiRUg-UCxR9uZQqICtIr2y2C-1xGKj5eLA9Pg/s400/New_Gabi-2867+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971455035417794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa_oyDyP4_1O_k6hi5sNr7GRUtLm7lgqtL3wSQD7MxpCFqzcE-hAQJZ62DY3t1h0fgOx7TN4u6Sx5Wo7YWvF2nITXc1V0zgAMj3us17B6Qi5wUUKwFOEaqD2PUKJ2TFT3TlhHhyphenhyphen5U5us/s400/New_Gabi-2871+wm.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971115733001314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfbD3s8ClhMOmdXD2DA3huRPDINs0hWIqPGZIyt46X92Ya0_ThLHYa_aNMbdji8q6Z5XsUfxRSkjfAZRTWInElOxChxH_f2sYFstiv58CQcCaGv95kCcf4ARTC9E2hFfXguvZFkIVx3c/s400/New_Daniel-2890+wm.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158971051308491858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBsrod8dWTIHqg1RjEwZDcpu0gC0ToZqz_Om4T4TYMgSd6FrMu32FLBTM3prP6PA5padxpUwmgDJrpIGfs92iCNuIUdzqA5vQRxxQWqx1OwUt6aCosbrHCyX8rPD7OsC23BadsqOhyphenhyphenQM/s400/New_Daniel-2868+wm.jpg" border="0" /> <em>The photoshoot took place at the missions, in case anyone was wondering, or recognized it...</em>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-78644326227921861912008-01-24T02:50:00.000-06:002008-01-24T03:03:03.055-06:00It's been WWWAAAYYY too long!Hello everyone!<br />I apologize for there being such a HUGE gap in time since I've blogged, or put up a POTD! I'm sure everyone has missed it dearly! :)<br />So here is a quick update, in case you needed to hear an excuse as to why I've been "out" for awhile...<br />First of all, we have moved! Yay! We are finally in our house! Praise God! We moved right before Christmas (Dec 22), so the days were extremely hectic for us! We were trying to move, get Christmas presents, settle the kids in, and so much more in such a crammed amount of time! Not to mention, that we hosted Christmas at our house! So everything had to be clean! Haha!<br /><br />Oh, and, it took awhile to get our internet service back up again, but that's a long story... a whole other blog, haha!<br /><br />Anywho, we are finally settled in, and I have done a few shoots in these past few weeks, and I have a few more tentative ones coming up soon! And it has proven to be quite a task to "develop" the photos! Who knew! It takes me so long since I don't have large chunks of free time just sitting around, so i work a little bit at a time (15 minutes here, 20 there...), but it does get done! More posts with pics to come... and that is a promise! :) <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I am no longer promising a POTD (photo of the day), but I will do my best to put up at least one, if not several, photos per WEEK! That sounds much more do-able for me! :D</strong></span><br /><br />Ok, well, if you made it through all of this, *phew*! thank you for caring enough to read! haha!Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982414680670877242.post-72465863779198453132007-12-14T02:05:00.000-06:002007-12-14T12:21:03.258-06:00POTD 12/13/07<div align="left">Ok, so I didn't technically shoot any photos today, but I did do alot of editing, so these are the same photos from yesturday, only "enhanced" (er, at least I hope I enhanced them! haha!)</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143738897755856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LVfs9T-9c8ZleyCdSozLrY6UT3TCgGrzbzCVi1lop382gtljc7a1iyl1qd3MjOZgnAr-MBoj1tlfWVsJpbSYlGXMPyT39m0IkGudZanoH6CL-ecJsAaN0n0XgEZA907QzOltcpx36y4/s400/New_lr+kissing+2-0598.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Can you see the difference between these two? Please tell me which you like better! More yellow? Less yellow? I happen to like the less yellow look, because I think it makes the color of their clothes "pop" alot more.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143738957885398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FC7CmybCfHCKyWndbsDCxfUcjgJB1Yz4t5rRfFm7oCgHJeuiaO1yUx_TKeunaq-ZOd4Ak5XNYcFH28J3gTmTSo-FPFI_qcO4jZZplJojO86jYmrC-ARwq5SvhUK5VzuTGbUnsI618H8/s400/New_lr+kissing-0598+edited.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143739116799188194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOVO5t6d5Y1M2L1XhdColL2DQmNn40y1Mb3lB1qcA8CAa7b5a0MBn1mUs0_SMNlpvbDRbprrHP3RIVLov9f_cmtESmtX5SPo9m-whfC0XnqWFPWA-Rb5Nn4g-GUHEltiFOv2Z7BoIRbs/s400/New_Kaylani+looking+at+ribbon-.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143895208795626786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZm8n9hinHKL_rQDkBVQGHvugLUohhEa534fK7AP4QtnRsVNAn5aoG7Jv_g66r6jfqBNUKf7joDbqiyOFAUvNyG7v8omdrJeJvSqaIr_Dl_yNg4sCyufU62YoNgzfAkxPKbtnQqrBmDL0/s400/New_Izzybear+pouting-.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143739280007945474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lX-yXDXooPfZSjX62hwUTOLMecsKZQFL9xUvF6DRoWa5dFOWSJZujyEUj5jFT-R0s8hXgATE8Ni7KUINhRvDbit9dwmIU8CaYMs6qAEfaNsU4AiEPDDSha9T7HR18BfdhGn10x6o2_Q/s400/New_izzybear+tummy+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">This one has too much of a yellow tint. I need to go back and fix that.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143739194108599538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kji-2_u096834QjRAECqt0YoXxoyf54e0JE9TGA8-uc3p3iluGQKvijnW5GxRN47P9nU6KR7W4CmwUEfo8lt-QjsqTuFXli3spmZDXLgRycDVQunqCMmJWr89G9NXECYzHjy_wk7Flc/s400/New_Izzybear+tummy+3-2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">And I think this one has too much of the "vignette" thing going one, haha! I think I need to tone it down just a little!</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143739043784744146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHfvXWvzQTdKvYNmy8tU-9MsWUJbqc8G9mZSYmw0lQvHLDCn1MOOqArJglka1i_XpgBHSgxpTHP9tu3N1Gt4JXU0TRGKE5wDGathn0_9C0-424TVvNaFIICWgiTLuMLMVH9uqIIg623w/s400/New_Kaylani+pointing-.jpg" border="0" />And I threw in a new one of Lani just for kicks, heehee! :) </p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Oh, and for anyone that cares, I used both Photoshop and Lightroom for the editing process. </p>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16487538563970711529noreply@blogger.com1