tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56587233017710709912024-03-05T11:14:58.975-08:00ink'd. life on paperAmy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-26418199208556867892012-09-25T22:39:00.001-07:002012-09-25T22:39:16.819-07:00Goodbye Blogger.Hello Wordpress.<br />
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You can find me <a href="http://inkddesign.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Sad to leave my beloved blogger, but it is way past time.<br />
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Lots of new things in the pipeline!Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-41371350890432916002012-09-17T23:25:00.002-07:002012-09-17T23:25:37.490-07:00Please Stay Little Forever.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This face says it all. Over the last 6 weeks my parenting skills have been put to the test. Some days I fail, but most days I think we are succeeding...although I can hardly let myself even get to the point of feeling like maybe, just maybe we are turning a corner...because then it inevitably all comes crashing down. I have come to believe that just like the age two is always described as terrible, the age of five could be described as ferocious, frightful, fierce, fiendish or foul.</div>
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It all started when he was technically five and a half. So far into 5, I thought we avoided the power struggle all together. Not so. Instead, I think it was just festering & building strength. Like a volcano ready to erupt. And erupt he has. It all started with the beginning of kindergarten. Oddly enough, I'm not even sure what he is fighting. If there is a creature of habit, it is him. He thrives in a routine, so you think school would be a breeze. But maybe the routine of it isn't the problem...maybe instead it is the lack of independence. The constant barrage of direction. If we can relate on anything, he & I, it is that we do not like to be told what, how, when & where to do things. </div>
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And so, after 6 hours of being told what, how, when & where to do things, he comes home a volcano. Today it took precisely 2 minutes and 11 seconds before he was huffing & puffing, stomping & slamming. The muscles in his neck get tight. His fists ball up. His words are spit out in pure frustration.</div>
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All over which snack to have after school. You can imagine his reaction when the answer is just, 'no.' Not pretty.</div>
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Then he swings the other way. Doesn't want to leave the house to play at friends. Doesn't want to go to his church class, wants to go everywhere with me. Tears. Tears. and more tears. I swear he & his sister just switched places & it has thrown me for a loop.</div>
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He is using up all my resources. I've loved him. I've used positive reinforcement. I've threatened him & carried through on my threats. And nada.</div>
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Still lots of back talk. Lots of frustration. Lots of tears. And lots of rottenness. </div>
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And frankly, I find myself missing my little boy who was always my buddy.</div>
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I don't pretend to be a perfect parent. His behavior will surely indicate that. But I will say I am a very deliberate parent. Painfully so at times. I will fight the fight if it needs fighting & I will also stand back & watch the fall. With him, it is usually stand back & watch the fall. He learns best by making his own choices & then suffering the natural consequences & so, I have to stand back & watch.</div>
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But knowing it is best, doesn't make it any easier.</div>
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Tonight he had pushed to the limits & so dad was handling bedtime, while I took care of the baby. As I was feeding him & trying to decompress from the day, Zack came bounding in. Before he could hardly get a word out I was ordering him out of Max's room. But his excitement bubbled over has he exclaimed, "No mom. I have some <i>very</i> exciting news." His whole body was alive with jubilation. </div>
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Still annoyed with the interruption, I asked, "what?"</div>
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Only to have him giggle with glee that he had a loose tooth.</div>
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He was ecstatic. I was shocked.</div>
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He was thrilled. I was in despair.</div>
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How could this possibly be? How did this happen? He is way too little to be loosing teeth.</div>
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But it is here. He will be toothless in our Christmas pictures & by summer he will have teeth bigger than his head.</div>
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I rejoiced with him & pretended I couldn't have been happier. And then scuttled him off to bed & went back to rocking my baby, who is crawling at 5 months & will probably be walking tomorrow & talking back the next day.</div>
Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-56045310283748439832012-09-13T09:13:00.001-07:002012-09-13T09:13:09.777-07:00Recipe Favorites: Tortilla Soup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The past week has been a rainy one here in the desert. And as such, I've felt the pull to some of my soups & other fall recipes. In hindsight, only 2 or 3 days were rainy, but the temps were below 100 for a good 5 days...which means I pretend like it's fall. Sad, but true.<br />
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This recipe is for Tortilla Soup & I will fully admit the first time or two it will feel like a lot on the prep end, but once you make it a couple times it starts to come together very quickly. Also, if you can chicken -- this is a good recipe to use it in. Don't use store-bought canned chicken...just the kind you can yourself. I'm fresh out & need to get on the ball because it makes dinner prep a cinch.<br />
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1 yellow onion thinly sliced<br />
2 garlic cloves<br />
1/2 fresh cilantro<br />
1 C canned tomatoes<br />
1/2 t cumin<br />
4 C chicken broth<br />
Shredded cooked chicken<br />
2 t fresh lime juice<br />
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Toppings: <br />
Shredded Monterey Jack Cheese<br />
Chopped Avacado<br />
Corn Tortillas - cut into strips & fried golden brown<br />
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Saute onion & garlic over medium high heat in 1TB olive oil until tender, about 10 minutes. Add cilantro for last minute. Combine the above mixture in blender with canned tomatoes. Blend until smooth & pour into soup pot. Add 1 TB olive oil & cumin, heat until it thickens & darkens - about 5-6 minutes. Over medium heat add chicken broth & cooked chicken. Let warm & thicken.<br />
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Serve with toppings listed above -- you can switch out the corn tortillas for plain old tortilla chips, but really the authentic version is much better. So just cut your corn tortillas into strips & fry them up...it's worth it.<br />
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This soup is good the first night, but even better the second. So double it -- you won't regret it.Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-30299816484068274072012-09-08T22:22:00.004-07:002012-09-08T22:22:52.695-07:00House Stuff.Do you ever wake up on a random morning, look around your house & realize you absolutely hate everything about it? <br />
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Good. Me too.<br />
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It usually happens to me when I realize people outside of 'my normal' are going to be coming in my space & I look around as if I'm that new person & notice every single flaw. My chairs in my family room are too short for my ceiling height. My entry way, is well empty. I wish my cabinets were white, like everyone else's...or at least something other than what they are. There are spit up stains on my carpet. My kids' fingerprints are all over every single door jam. My couch is ugly. My kitchen rugs desperately need to be replaced. And oh yeah, I have a freaking LoveSac in my family room. Yes. You read that right.<br />
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Some of you are probably wondering what in the world a LoveSac even is -- just transport yourself back to college & think of those big, huge, fluffy bean bag type chairs...yes, there has been one in my family room for the last 7 years. No, I am not still in college, nor am I even in my 20s.<br />
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Sometimes, I hate my husband...mostly in instances where he insists on buying a 5 foot LoveSac when we are first married <span style="font-size: x-small;">{see at one point, I was a really nice wife who just let these things happen! I have obviously since learned my lesson.}</span>. Because you know those purchases just follow you around year, after painful year. After a while your eye just gets used to the big brown blob in the corner. It is even a good place for your kids to wrestle & then you wake up & realize you are an adult living in a home, not a dorm & the family room is no place for a LoveSac.<br />
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So I moved it to my room, naturally. And after finding Kevin's old Nintendo64 today Scoobs has been holed up in there all day playing DonkeyKong & Tetris...on the LoveSac. Frankly, it looks pretty inviting. So now what? <br />
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I'm not sure having the LoveSac in my room with a Nintendo64 is quite what I was going for & in fact, I think it is worse than having it in my family room -- as it quite literally takes up my entire room. Did you forget we own the 5 FOOT model...yes, I am 5 feet as well, so just picture me in a LoveSac form. Furthermore, pairing the LoveSac with the Nintendo & having it ALL in my bedroom <span style="font-size: x-small;">{you know, that place that is supposed to be a haven}</span> while Scot & Scoobs talk strategy is making it <i>really</i> feel like a dorm...add some dirty socks, oh wait, got those & yep, my bedroom is now the dorm.<br />
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Try not to be jealous.<br />
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And go give your husband a kiss if he has not made you purchase a LoveSac. I can't right now, because one, my husband DID make me buy a LoveSac & two, he's ditched his roommates & left the dorm tonight for the ASU game.<br />
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I'm starting to be alarmed at the parallels. Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-41677888207473209642012-09-06T13:07:00.001-07:002012-09-06T13:07:55.968-07:00Open House This Saturday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So excited to be teaming up with Shelley of Shelley Bee Originals! She makes the most fantastic knit pencil skirts -- that both The Lady & I adore. Sizes come in newborn to adult. Seriously. She makes them in newborn sizes.<br />
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Here is an adult version. I realize I don't photograph nearly as cute as the newborn, but you get the idea right?</div>
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Here's another...dressed up.</div>
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This post is starting to get a little painful with the self portraits, so we'll call it good.</div>
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Come join us. Bring your mom. Bring your friends. Bring your girls. Lots of goodness going on. </div>
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Somehow I woke up and am in the middle of my life. I have 3 kids,
I'm 30 and I drive a minivan. I have a son in kindergarten & I
remember when I was in kindergarten. People rely on me to keep them
alive & be responsible in the midst of it. I have a water bill, a
mortgage & require a babysitter to go on a date.<br />
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Somehow,
I became the adult & I can't for the life of me pinpoint when that
happened. I remember being a 'young' adult. In college with a job that
paid my 'bills' and allowed me the freedom to go & do as I
pleased. <br />
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Now my primary description is mom. And let
me tell you something: It's a little nuts. This might come across as
insensitive & selfish, but when I lie in bed at night, my thoughts
don't typically revolve around my kids. Instead, I'm usually thinking
about this little spot here...my designs...my business & what I can
do with it. It's kept me up at night more than I'd like to admit, but
that is usually the best time for me to think without interruptions. I
come up with all sorts of good ideas & things to do, but then I wake
up & I'm mom again.<br />
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Mom who is still trying to be Amy
at the same time. Mom who is trying to make dinner & design too.
And I wonder if that is good. <br />
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I caught myself in bed just this week, drumming up all
sorts of plans, not for my family, but for my business & then I
thought, "I'm really weird. Is this okay? Do my friends do this too?
Am I a bad mom for lying in bed thinking about this, instead of them?"<br />
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me, I have plenty of family & kid related things I could lay in bed
and probably solve after a few nights of deep thoughts, but instead,
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And every morning when I wake up and become
Mom again, I have to re-find my balance & it is frustrating to me.
It's frustrating to have all these thoughts & ideas that have to
just sit for a time because there are not enough hours in the day or
gas in the tank. <br />
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I've had a scripture running through my head as I've been frustrated again & again this week. It is in <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/10?lang=eng&query=run+faster" target="_blank">Doctrine & Covenants </a>and was revelation given to Joseph Smith as he was translating the Book of Mormon. He we counseled by the Lord:<span class="verse"></span><br />
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<span class="verse"> </span>"Do not <span class="highlight" id="searchQueryTerm">run </span><a class="footnote" href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/10?lang=eng&query=run+faster#" id="footnote6" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&bookUri=dc&chapterUri=10&noteID=4a&lang=eng"><span class="highlight">faster</span></a> or labor more than you have <a class="footnote" href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/10?lang=eng&query=run+faster#" id="footnote7" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&bookUri=dc&chapterUri=10&noteID=4b&lang=eng">strength</a> and means provided to enable you to translate; but be <a class="footnote" href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/10?lang=eng&query=run+faster#" id="footnote8" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&bookUri=dc&chapterUri=10&noteID=4c&lang=eng">diligent</a> unto the end.<sup>"</sup><br />
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so if it was good enough for Joseph Smith, I suppose it is good enough
for me. I know that when I put Mom first, somehow Heavenly Father
allows enough time for Amy as well. Funny how when I try to balance it
myself, it never works.<br />
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How many times am I going to have to learn this?<span id="goog_1811718018"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1811718019"></span>Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-11721622168500856082012-08-28T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-28T05:00:05.029-07:00Obsessed.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With the sock bun. Probably doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but when you live in 110 degree temperatures, things like this are life-changing. Yes, that's right, I said life-changing. Since Scoobs has started school, I feel like my 'get ready' time has to be put on fast forward in order to get everyone up & out the door on time. I suppose I could wake up earlier, but that would be too easy. Instead, I find myself constantly going to the sock bun. </div>
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You've probably seen or heard about this 100 times on pinterest. Me too. And I thought it was for 18 year-old girls with thick, long hair. Nope. Just the opposite...at least on the hair requirements. My hair is a bit past my shoulders, but thin & fine. Typical blonde hair. If you can put your hair into a pony, you can wear the sock bun.</div>
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There are a couple of ways to do it. Find tutorials, <a href="http://www.helloframboise.com/2012/02/sock-bun-tutorial.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://www.belovelynow.com/2011/11/perfect-sock-bun.html" target="_blank">here</a> & <a href="http://sayyestohoboken.com/2011/09/diy-sock-bun.html" target="_blank">here</a>. The first one is my favorite.</div>
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The one thing I learned, was to use a sock that was similar in color to your hair -- this was really obvious when I tried it with a white sock. So save yourself a pair of socks & use one similar in color to your hair. My sister told me you can also buy a net-type thing at Claire's that is made for such a bun. But I'm lazy & its hot, so if I can accomplish something without loading up my kids...I will probably choose that route.</div>
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I am in love with this soft pink printed on pearl paper. Add the stripes & I'm in heaven. This is my littlest cousin & she is cute as can be. I got to spend some time with her this summer up at the cabin & I could have just brought her home with me. </div>
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These are up in the shop now.</div>
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After 36 hours and flights from SLC to NY to Moscow to Samara, he's arrived. Here he is with his Mission President & wife...he looks a little tired, don't you think? Did you know mail can take anywhere from 2 weeks to 2 months? Luckily he gets to email us on Mondays -- he, on the other hand, is going to have to wait to hear from us while the mail catches up!<br />
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I am especially liking the pens in his pocket. A missionary classic if you ask me. Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-3641907958192714512012-08-22T09:52:00.000-07:002012-08-22T09:52:03.200-07:00This is Zack.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and he hates going to school. Hates it. This is Zack 5 minutes before his ride came to pick him up. Happy. Finding a caterpillar after last night's storm seemed like an answer to prayers to get him out the door happy. Until he dropped it in the grass on his way to show is buddy. Then the tears started. The 'please don't make mes' the 'mommy I want to stay homes' the 'I'll miss yous' all said in betwixt and around hugs & tears & 'get your buns in the cars.'<br />
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And now you know what? I hate school too. But I've learned a couple of things: Home is a place he likes to be & that makes me beyond happy. He will still hug me in public & tell me he loves me. What's not to love about that? He still wants to each lunch with me...even if its at school...instead of his friends. He's smart. He teacher reports near-perfect behavior at school & his homework shows he is understanding all the new things he is learning. He goes to a wonderful school. They are pushing him...and like a good boy, he's showing he has some fight. I'm glad he has some fight & is willing to let it all hang out at home. I'm glad he is relying on me to be his advocate...I just wish he was on the same page as me about school.<br />
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Hopefully one day soon.<br />
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Until then, I will be here with the little crazies & my design, because sometimes, I just need something to keep my mind busy in the hours that he is gone.Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-48512306141078212672012-08-20T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-20T05:00:21.613-07:00Custom Baby Announcements<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-5250378901859334452012-08-19T13:48:00.002-07:002012-08-19T13:48:34.595-07:00Off to Russia He Goes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm sure this picture has you wondering. Let me explain. Over 20 years ago...when I was just a wee girl there is a picture of me. We were vacationing in Yellowstone with my mom's side of the family and one of the days found us on a canoe. I actually can't even remember it I was so little. Apparently it was cold & I was a complainer {shocker!}. So I am sure in an effort to shut me up & keep me warm my mom or my aunt wrapped a scarf around my ears. The scarf. The Coke bottle glasses {<a href="http://inkddesigns.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-for-laughs.html" target="_blank">remember</a>?} & snaggle teeth were bad enough. But we were also on a canoe & the wind was blowing & suddenly I looked like a little Russian immigrant crossing the turbulant seas to America.<br />
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The pictured has popped up to haunt me on numerous occasions. One thing you should know about my family is we never forget. Ever. You do something stupid & we will be reminding you for 20 years. So this picture has never gone away. My wedding dinner? Oh yes, let's use the 'Russian Immigrant' picture! It has been immortalized & of course re-surfaced again, when Kevin got his mission call to serve in...you guessed it, Russia.<br />
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And so today, in an effort to bid farewell & good luck I offer an updated version of the 'Russian Immigrant.' In just a few hours Kevin will begin his journey criss-crossing the globe to land in Russia for 2 years.<br />
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I am beyond excited for him, but wracked with nerves. It just feels so far away & unfamiliar. My mind wanders & I wonder where he will live. Will it be clean? Will he find food he likes? Will he want to curl up in a ball and bawl? That is something I would do.<br />
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His letters are full of excitement & anticipation & I'm sure that adrenaline will carry him for a bit, but then what? I don't even know, because I've never done it. But I assume it is somewhat like having a baby. 9 months of anticipation & excitement & then the baby is born. You land in Russia. Uncharted territory & the first 5 weeks are a dreamy breeze. You are tired, but still full of that new-baby adrenaline. And then you wake up & wonder how the heck you got where you are. Dazed by the responsibility ahead of you. Asking who in the world ever trusted you to be in charge of this person?<br />
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I'm pretty sure he will have some of those moments. I just wish I was there to hold his hand through it. Isn't that what all mothers want to do? Sit in the back of the kindergarten class & smile at their kids? Give them the head nod of encouragement? Be the security blanket for the rest of their lives?<br />
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We get to talk to him at the crack of dawn in the morning before he boards that first plane. Say a little prayer for him? And my mom, while you are at it. <br />
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Sometimes the best things in life are also the hardest.<br />
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By the way, you should have seen the photoshopped composite picture we sent him to bid him farewell. Just think, me, my mom & Lindsey all dressed in our best 'Russian' gear <span style="font-size: x-small;">{what is that even?}</span> & photographed in the blaring sun & then photoshopped into a winter wasteland...that may or may not be Russia. Quite possibly the most fun I've had wasting the most time on the most useless 'farewell' package...that we had to rush him. Are we dumb? yes. Do we crack ourselves up? Also, yes. Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-87152619110703012562012-08-15T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-15T05:00:00.632-07:00Eight is Great. Custom Baptism Announcements<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had the opportunity to do the baptism announcements for our little neighbor & I absolutely love how they turned out. I had wanted to do an invite with the stacked typography for a long time & this was the perfect opportunity. His mom is really nice & just lets me do what I want, which I love. Plus, she always supplies fantastic pictures. Win-win if you ask me.<br />
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This little Lady is headed off to school tomorrow. She'll only be gone 2 short hours, but it is a milestone worth noting. Over the last 2 months she has morphed from a pants wetting toddler into a dress-up wearing little girl & I have no idea how it happened.<br />
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Suddenly she requests princess music so she can dance & insists that I call her Princess Annaliese. She is growing up these days has turned into a pure delight. She is quick to help {most the time} and anxious to please...and again, I'm not sure how or when that happened.<br />
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She still sucks her thumb, which I know I need to break her of, but part of me loves it. She talks with a lisp and when she says her full name her middle name comes out sounding like 'cat.' Let me assure you, that is not her middle name, but it makes me laugh everytime.<br />
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She is every bit as coordinated as her brother, but doesn't give one whip about being the best or the fastest. She was the 'best' swimmer in her swim lessons & is in a pool 4 times a week & yet she still can't swim. She is too busy laughing & playing to care about breathing I suppose.<br />
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She will not be forced into anything. Trust me, I've tried {see swimming}. Instead, when she is ready, she will just do it. Simple as that. Remind me of that next time I throw her in the pool, okay? <span style="font-size: x-small;">{I know that sounds brutal...but she can do it...and we live in Arizona...swimming is essential to safety.}</span> <br />
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It is odd how this shift has happened. Scoobs used to be my little buddy & now he is off to school & she has stepped right in. Chattering away throughout the day, making sense of everything going on around her. She has turned into a little mother for Mister Man. Bringing him toys wherever we go & always willing to feed him, pick out his clothes & scold him for rolling over on top of her.<br />
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She is a riot. And I can't believe preschool is here. I can't wait for her. She is going to love every bit.<br />
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Photo: I had to take 60 pictures to get this one & her eyes are still out of focus. Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-21430204320530981112012-08-13T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-13T05:00:06.749-07:00Camera Woes.I am not a photographer...as I am sure you well know. But I wish to bits I could take a decent picture. My sister is a whiz, again, as you well know. We were talking the other day about a blog or facebook post or something, where someone said they liked taking an 'okay' picture & making it fabulous. Now, while I appreciate that photoshop talent, I just don't have the time, energy or desire. My sister quickly pointed out, that that thought was backwards. You know, instead you should, take a great picture & then you just have a simple & quick edit.<br />
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duh. Why didn't I think of that?<br />
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Now I just need to learn how to take a decent picture. I've watched my sister enough that I feel like I have at least an inkling of what to do. I get where the light needs to come from. Which way people need to be facing. I pay attention to what I am framing. You know, I have a few tricks up my sleeve. But still, as I am sure you have noticed my pictures all around suck.<br />
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Another problem, while we are on the topic, I'm lazy. I don't want to learn another program. I don't want to lug a big camera. I just want a fabulous picture at the snap of my fingers. Is that too much to ask?<br />
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apparently it is.<br />
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And so. Here it is. I am putting it out there. My goal this month? Learn to take & edit a decent picture for pete's sake.<br />
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It can't possibly be rocket science. If you aren't a designer, then you are a photographer. I'm already 50% there & happen to know a pretty awesome photographer.<br />
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Time to buckle down & shoot.<br />
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Wish me luck.<br />
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Today found Scoobs & I at a baptism. If your Mormon and you so choose, the very soonest you can get baptized is when you are 8. Our neighbor's son just turned 8 & today was his special day. All the previous baptisms Scoobs has been to have been his older cousins. He was glad to go today, mostly so he could see his friend & be silly. Not conducive baptism behavior, but he's 5 so we'll give him a break.<br />
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I arrived about 10 minutes early & I'm not sure what I expected to find. I knew their was family coming, but wasn't sure who else. But as I sat in the chapel, neighbor after neighbor began to filter in. As I looked around I realized just how blessed I am to live surrounded by such love & support.<br />
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As more & more friends came through the door I was physically overwhelmed at the unity that was felt. I tried to recall my nieces' baptisms. Did all their neighbors show up? It is hard for me to remember, as my family is a crew in & of itself {21 of us to date}. I remember a few close friends coming, but nothing like what showed up today.<br />
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We literally filled the entire Primary room for one little boy. And while there were moments of restless children, there were also moments of pure joy. <br />
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I remember when my brother was growing up & there was always this posse of boys with him. It ebbed & flowed through the years, but fundamentally stayed the same. Fast forward 15 years & my parent's ward currently has 28 missionaries out right now. 28!!! That is nuts. My ward? I think we have 2 with one more on the way. <br />
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On my street right this moment there are 32 kids 12 and under...with 1 on the way. Yes. I counted. And that is just on my itty bitty street! The neighborhood as a whole would blow your mind with the kid count. Come fall when the weather is nice they are like rodents darting in & out of the street. And I love it.<br />
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And today it was all wrapped up with a bow as I sat in that chapel. I looked around & thought there is no where I'd rather be.<br />
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Except when Scoobs started wrestling with his friend post-baptism.Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-32626631907642701642012-08-10T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-10T05:00:05.302-07:00Creative High.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems since I've been back from my summer travels I have been on a creative high. I'm pretty sure the time away <span style="font-size: x-small;">{I didn't open my laptop once!}</span> and fresh air got my brain clicking again. Usually how it goes right?<br />
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I'm not sure what I am loving more...this saying or all these colors. Either way, I am looking for a spot for it in my house.<br />
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Even better? These are printed on pearl paper...and they are double sided. Stay tuned for the flip side.<br />
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The single-sided versions are up in the <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/106499921/just-like-you-childrens-art-print-85x11?image_id=364339192" target="_blank">shop</a> now. Double-sided versions will debut this fall in boutiques. Can't wait.Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-54195588656060036862012-08-08T22:28:00.000-07:002012-08-08T22:28:10.390-07:00First Time Kinder Mom<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've known this day was coming. And dare I say there were many-a-times I looked forward to it? I did. And I feared it. And I wished it away. And it came anyway. 3 days ago to be exact.<br />
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By rough I mean, tears. Lots of tears. Slammed doors. Foot stomping. Shrieks & shrills. And surprisingly the tears aren't mine. I always thought I would be the one crying. And I've done some. But they have mostly been his. Which has been the cause of mine.<br />
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I anticipated that he would come home full of excited stories with energy to burn from being at a desk all day. I was prepared to exhaust his physical energy. I was not prepared for his emotional outbreaks. And wow. He is not holding back.<br />
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It breaks my heart for him. I know his little mind is trying to soak up every little bit his teacher is putting out. I know he is trying for perfection in his behavior. I know he wants to be the smartest. The fastest. The bestest. And it is taking every little bit he has to give.<br />
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And while I'd like to just take it all away for him. Let him stay home. Go back to our summer routine of fun. fun. fun. I can't. And I won't. Instead I will wake up earlier than I'd like. I will pack that blasted lunch. I will gel his hair to perfection. I will sneak treats into his lunch with a napkin & a note & send him on his way.<br />
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But let it be known, I wish our mornings still looked like this:<br />
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Saturday can't get here soon enough. </div>Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-16091715903751610682012-08-06T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-06T05:00:15.571-07:00Vintage Wedding Invites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I am designing for a client - which is almost always - the most common word I hear is: vintage. Vintage this. Vintage that. Which can mean a lot of different things to different people. Here is my take on vintage in the form of a wedding invite. Up in the shop now. <br />
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I know this might come as a shock, but these two might actually like each other. Just in time for school to start. dang.</div>
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A couple days back the Lady was invited to her very first attend-all-alone friend birthday party. It was a pink fancy party & she was delighted to get dolled up. We curled her hair. We put on lip gloss...okay & even a swish of mascara. I couldn't help myself. She found every necklace, every bracelet, her purse, her dress-up shoes...and oh yes, her sunglasses. She was rocking it.</div>
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The entire time she was getting dolled up all she could say was, "I go to Haddy's by myself. No Scoobs. No Mommy. You go home, okay?" After the 10th time, I think I got it.</div>
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Scoobs was a little dejected to be left in the dust. He could hardly believe he wasn't the one heading out for fun. As we walked her over to the party though he commented, "She is the most beautiful girl I know. She's so cute I could explode."</div>
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What? Was that real? Those comments made him the most handsome boy I know.</div>
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Fast forward a day & I am enduring a Barbie Princess movie with the Lady. The prince makes his grand entrance & I swooned, "oh the handsome prince!" Her reply? "So handsome, just like Scoobs."</div>
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Who are these people & what have they done with my children?</div>
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Whatever has come over them, I hope it never goes away.</div>
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<br />Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-1673010053594223152012-08-03T09:58:00.001-07:002012-08-03T09:58:26.603-07:00Post Vacay Let DownDoes this happen to you? You find yourself at the end of your vacation ready to come home. Ready to fall into your own bed. Ready to wash all the clothes covered in memories. Ready to have breakfast at your own table...and ready to cook in your own kitchen.<br />
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And then you get home.<br />
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And realize you'd rather be on vacation. Suddenly the kids are fighting. The floors are still sticky from before you left. The laundry is never ending and the cooking...why do they want to eat every night?<br />
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Me too.<br />
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And it makes me grouchy.<br />
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School is just around the corner though and I'm not ready for that either.<br />
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I better get my act together and quickly!Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-91279809499946925052012-07-15T20:28:00.001-07:002012-07-15T20:28:39.046-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Amy @ Ink'dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12964201208331708834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5658723301771070991.post-91746238812801842842012-06-26T15:06:00.000-07:002012-06-26T15:06:53.425-07:00Mothering Moments: Discipline<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've decided I'm bringing back my 'Mothering Moments' posts. Too often I find myself laughing or pulling my hair out at the things my kids do...trying to take quick mental notes of their antics & my responses. And the mental note is not enough. My mind fails me all too often & I want to remember & pick your brain -- what works at your house?<br />
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Today I am talking about discipline. It must be summer, right? I have one little guy I can't, for the life of me, figure out a consequence that is effective. I typically like my 'punishments' to be the natural consequences of their choices. You don't eat dinner? You can't have dessert kind of thing. And yes, I've sent both to bed hungry on multiple occasions.<br />
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With Scoobs though he is often all too willing to suffer the consequences rather than make the choice I would deem appropriate. My best recent example? Saturday morning one of his chores was unloading the dishwasher. He doesn't typically love this job & this morning he decided to make it more 'fun' {which is usually his intent & his downfall} by putting the plastic bowls on his feet & walking them to the cabinet. I'm sure you can see the problem with that. I asked him to stop not once, but twice. On the third time I informed him that if he insisted on dirtying all the dishes, then he could clean them. I had a nice full sink of dishes that needed to be loaded & washed. See?<br />
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He jumped at the opportunity for such a task. While I have to admit, it was nice for me not to have to do the dishes & he did do a good job {even hand washed a bunch of pans} I'm not sure that it was effective in encouraging him to listen to me the next time he's unloading the dishwasher...or whatever the task might be.<br />
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As was proved evident when we were swimming at my mom's last week. An hour after being told that he couldn't wrestle in the pool because someone could drown, he was doing it again. This time dunking his older cousin & not allowing her up long enough to catch a decent breath. While I understand his motives were not malicious, but again, fun, it's still a problem.<br />
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I had a little time to think about how I wanted this to play out since his cousin didn't rat him out until the next day. I was at Target when I got the news of his behavior & decided I should pick him up some new swim goggles, since he broke his. Then I called my mom to put my plan into play.<br />
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When I got home, I broke the news to Scoobs that he'd been ratted out & that he would have to call his cousin & apologize. He thought that was painful. Then I broke the news that if he couldn't be a listener, then we'd have to sit out next time we were invited to swim at Nana's. Heartbreak Hotel. Oh, then I showed him his new goggles he'd been begging me to pick up for the last month.<br />
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Fast forward two days. Monday 5pm. I text my mom to call me & place myself within earshot of Scoobs. She wanted us to come swim? Oh? Everyone is going? All of Scoob's favorite cousins? Aw shucks. We can't make it.<br />
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Just as I had hoped, he pieced together the conversation. Don't worry...no one was really going swimming. My mom in fact was sitting at her friend's cabin quilting...far from home! But little Scoobs thought he was missing the party of the century. And I couldn't have been more pleased.<br />
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First he huffed. Then he puffed. And then he tried to kiss some butt.<br />
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When this happens I like to be the picture of pleasant. Kind. Soft-spoken. Gentle. As he stomps, slams doors & yells that 'I'm the meanest mom EVER!' <br />
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After a few stomps & shouts he emerged from his room with a little picture he keeps on his dresser of our family. He has it in one of those clippy stands - he brought it to me to show me that he had put the clip right on my foot! Not going to lie, I was struggling to keep a straight face at this point as he told me this through clenched teeth & then headed back to his room when he realized I didn't care & nope, he still wasn't going.<br />
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Then he tried kissing butt. 'Mom please! I promise I will do whatever you say!' 'Mom! I just really really really really wanted to try out my new goggles!' I knew those would be the icing on the cake.<br />
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And while I make light at his antics, I will say, it was a moment for us. A moment for me to wrap him in my arms & tell him how much I loved him. A moment for him remember his choices & feel sorry. A moment where he understood that sometimes life is fair & it isn't always fun.<br />
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So often in these moments I find myself thinking about my relationship with my Heavenly Father. How many times is He wondering, 'Why won't she just listen?' And how often then, is He there to wrap me in His love when I realize, once again, I should have made a different choice?<br />
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Makes being kind in the face of slammed doors so much easier...and actually kind of fun.<br />
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I'm so glad I get to be 'the meanest mom ever' to that little Scoobs.<br />
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Speaking of Little Misters...meet my favorite one.</div>
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Max has truly been such a blessing. He is by far my 'best' baby. He is happy. He is content & he's got me wrapped around his chubby little finger.</div>
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With each baby, I have found different things that connect me with them. With Scoobs, he was my first. He's the one that made me a mother. So he will always be my favorite for that reason. With the Lady, she is my only girl & she tested me harder than any of them. So she will always be my favorite for that reason. With Max, he is my third & a fatty. I was the third & a fatty {9lbs, 13oz}. And he's named after my dad. So he will always be my favorite for that reason.</div>
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He is chubby & snuggly and I couldn't love him more. </div>
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That and the other night he slept 12 whole hours.</div>
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What's not to love about that?</div>
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Meet Baby Bode.</div>
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These announcements went out on his first birthday & I loved the 'little mister' & bow tie theme his mom thought up...she's always full of great ideas.</div>
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