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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Thank you

I have lots of blogging to catch up on, but it probably won't happen anytime soon since we're leaving for a week long, much needed vacation this Friday. (I would tell you that it involves a large ship and water but I don't want to jinx it since the last three cruises we've booked we've canceled.) So instead, I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who helped me build up my portfolio this month. I had tons of fun and learned a lot. I've decided to focus my efforts on kids and newborns for now, although I still really love engagements. Here are just a few of the fun pictures I will be adding to my portfolio, thanks to all of you. You can see more at my photography blog: carlypendletonphotography.blogspot.com.

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Logan funnies

Logan: "Where's grandma?"
Carly: "At home."
Logan: "In her house?"
Carly: "Yes, at her house."
Logan: "Grandma Mackay in the house?"

I felt like we were at a sporting event and Grandma Mackay was in the house [bold indicates booming amplified voice].

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Logan and Savannah were passing an empty tube back and forth, taking turns yelling in to it like a megaphone.

Logan: Hey!
[passes the tube to Savannah]
Savannah: Ah!
[passes the tube back to Logan]
Logan: Whoa!
[passes the tube to Savannah]
Savannah: Ah!
[passes the tube back to Logan]
Logan: Krrrris Allen!

Hmm, maybe we watch too much American Idol.

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I've been trying to teach Logan to dress himself. The other day he had one foot through his pant leg and was trying to get the other foot through. In the midst of his efforts, he stopped and yelled, "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My piggies are stuck!"

Friday, May 22, 2009

Softball

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Jeff joined a city softball league with some friends from work. Every Thursday night we head down to the local baseball fields to witness some raw talent and gripping games. It seems all these guys are starting to get a little bit older; they all complain about sore muscles and aching joints the next day. I've always considered baseball to be the "wimpy" sport so I give Jeff a pretty hard time about his complaints, but it's all in fun. We love watching his games... well, I love watching his games. Logan loves playing with the kids of the other players, and Nana loves the crackers and candy and crumbs she finds left over from the other kids.

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Toys and toothbrushes

In his Easter basket Logan got a set of toy water guns. He's never had any sort of toy gun before, so I wasn't even sure if he knew what to do with it. Well, to my surprise, he knew exactly what to do with it and what sound effects go with it. I think we've been letting him watch too much 24. Or maybe it's just that he's a boy and boys are born with an innate knowledge of what a gun is and how to use it.

Now every time I turn a corner this is what I see. My little sniper in action.

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He also got an electric toothbrush in his Easter basket. Which means he now brushes his teeth approximately 73 times a day. I guess I can't complain about his hygiene.

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Over and under

Savannah is always crawling under chairs, tables, stools, and anything else she can get beneath. I'm not sure what her fascination is with our furniture; maybe it's her infant version of blanket forts and box houses. Or maybe it's her female security muscle kicking in: she just likes having a roof over her head.

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That is, until she gets stuck.

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Friday, May 15, 2009

3 years down

I am a little backlogged with blogging right now. I guess that's what happens when you have 10 blogs to manage. Maybe I should cut back a little bit...

Today I am going to blog a very important event that happened about a month ago. My baby turned 3!

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I still can't believe Logan is 3 years old, but he reminds me constantly of it. A few months before his birthday he learned that he would be 3 on April 19th. From that point on, he would tell everybody he met that he was going to be 3 on April 19th. He learned how to hold three fingers up instead of 2 and practiced blowing out candles every chance he could. I swore I was going to have a real birthday party for him this year (the kind with friends and pinatas and pin the tail on the ______ (fill in the blank) ) but as usual, I fell short in the "cool mom" category. Luckily, we had lots of family that stepped in and saved the day.

His birthday started early with a present in the mail from his Aunt Amy. I gave in and let him open it then instead of making him wait until his actual birthday.

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The next week we celebrated again because we had family in town and wanted to sing happy birthday while they were here.

Cake #1 (chocolate with chocolate chips):

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Present #5 (a Spiderman motorcycle/tricycle):

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Loves for Grandma:

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Finally, we made it to his actual birthday. I asked Logan what cake he wanted, bracing myself for Thomas the Train or Elmo. To my surprise and delight, he said he wanted brownies. So I baked a brownie recipe in a cake pan and stuck candles in it. He was thrilled. I hope all my kids are this easy to please.

(This is Jeff singing "Happy Birthday" in his deep baritone.)

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Cake #2:

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Present #8,583:

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I hope you had a great birthday, Logan! I promise we'll have a real party next year!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Be still my heart

You would think based on my recent fetish with photography I would have a million pictures of my kids on my walls. Not so. Not only do I not have pictures of my kids, I don't have pictures of my family, my wedding, or any photograph for that matter. Even the newborn photo session I paid $135 for is still waiting patiently on a CD, wondering if it will ever escape the digital world. Well, that is about to change.

For a while now I have been thinking of taking some wall-worthy pictures of my kids and getting them printed up (maybe even on canvas!) and hanging them on my wall. But as fate would have it, I don't ever PLAN to take pictures of my kids. Which means they are nearly always dirty and booger-y, there are dirty dishes or my neighbor's fence in the background, and I don't pay attention to some obnoxious glare or obtrusive shadow and end up ruining the whole shot.

Today, however, I had a happy accident. The kids were happy, the light was beautiful, and there were minimal snot crusties -- all of which were photoshoppable. (Wow, I am making up words left and right today!) Sure, I hadn't combed either head of hair, but I kind of like the natural look of it. In a matter of seconds, I knew I had caught something with potential-- something that might end up on my wall someday.

How is it these kids can make me want to rip my hair out one minute and the next make my heart swell so big I feel like it is going to burst out of my chest?

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Friday, May 8, 2009

Piggies

Logan, Savannah and I have spent the past week quarantined to our home with a nasty case of... well, I'm not really sure what it was. We were coughing and sniffling and aching and sneezing and feeling dizzy, tired, and weak. It was not very much fun and I am happy to report we are all *almost* completely recovered. So in honor of our recovery and in honor of another nasty bug making it's way through the world, I gave Savannah her very first set of swine tails. If you ask me, she's just about the cutest little swine I've ever seen.

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Monday, May 4, 2009

First steps

Yesterday evening, while I was folding laundry, Jeff dangled a shiny dime in front of Savannah. She stared at it for awhile, contemplating her usual course of action (dropping to all fours and crawling at the speed of light to go get it). But after 5 intense seconds she awkwardly lifted her right foot and set it a few inches in front of the other. Then she teetered and tottered while Jeff and I held our breath, not wanting to startle her with our cheers. She victoriously grabbed the coin and we burst into applause and choruses of "Yay Nana!"

I have no pictures to prove it because, for once, I was more concerned about being a part of the moment than being behind the camera. It seems we all took first steps last night.