Husbands, Take Note

*Studies show that men are found to be 89% sexier when spending time with their children.

Why 89%? I don't know- it just felt right.

Throw in scrubbing the toilets and doing the dishes and that percentage raises by another 11%.
(*All studies were based on opinion only... my opinion)

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Flat Butt Syndrome

14 hours of my life were spent in a car yesterday.

I had spent the week with my sister and niece, visiting another one of my nieces in AZ.

 It was a long drive home from Douglas, AZ to Salt Lake City, UT

but I did it. I made it. 

The only side effect is a flat butt 

and a constant twitching, most likely do to 5 Hour energy drink overdose.

My sister took the 3:30-10:30 pm driving shift

and I took the 10:30 pm-6:00 am shift.

15 minutes into my drive, I got pulled over by a cop for the first time in 11 years.

Apparently, the speed limit was 45...

I was going 75.

He took pity on me and I slid away with a warning.

After that, I faithfully followed the speed limit for the next hour or so.

I was doing awesome most of my drive -Pandora on the radio, turned up high-

but the last 2.5 hours of my drive were KILLER.

I suddenly felt like Jessie from Saved By The Bell...

"I'm so excited.... I'm so excited..."

(Please tell me you know what I'm talking about)

I eventually made it home at 6:00 am safe and sound.

Everyone was still fast asleep so I quietly snuck inside and said hello to puppy millie.

She peed with excitement at the sight of me.

Then I climbed in the covers and sank into my official place in bed- spooning close to Nate.

At 9:00 am I was greeted by the kiddo's. It was a welcomed sight after 5 days of being childless.

Eden was especially happy to see me. 

I'm pretty sure she peed with excitement too.

And now, I'm dragging and I can barely think straight 

 and I feel like I'm floating and I seem to have a permanent headache

and backwards my words come out.

I'm pretty sure I'm done with all night drives...

Until the next time I decide to do another impromptu road trip with my sister.

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An official letter

Dear Friends, family, and blog stalkers,

I am no longer taking any photography clients. I decided it was time to simplify my life and since getting rid of one of my children was not an option -at least at this point- the next thing to go was my photography. I might start back up in the spring... or not. 

In the meantime, I will continue to keep up on my photography blog- I still have lots of pictures that need to be posted there.

As for the kids, they seem to be pretty excited about it....

... overwhelmingly excited about it.

Thanks so much for all the support! :)

Ginnie

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Hoarding

Question: How many tooth brushes do three small children need?

Answer: At least one for each day of the week and special holidays

 like, Christmas and Ground Hogs Day.

Tooth brush hoarding, it's real.

And odds are, someone close to you is doing it... not including me.

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Tween-dom Initiation

A good mom will sit by their child and hold their hand while they're getting braces on.

An even better mom will stand by their child wrestling their hands out of the way so that they can take a picture.

She's a lucky girl, being able to go through her awkward braces stage at such a young age. I went through my awkward braces stage little over a year ago and it wasn't nearly as cute as this. Not to mention she took it a whole lot better than I did when I got mine put on. She was all smiles and giggles trying to talk with her mouth open as wide as she possibly could so that her lips would pull back and reveal her newest accessory.

So what's next?

Shaving her legs? Wearing makeup? Talking back? Severe mood swings?

Listening to Justin Bieber full blast in her room as an act of rebellion?

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She Smiles

A smile like this can only mean one thing,

a. she has gas.
b. she thinks I'm about to change her diaper.

c. she sees her mama.

Even though A & B are completely feasible answers, today the correct answer happens to be C, she sees me.

This is what I was welcomed home with after an afternoon of errands... a fully dirty diaper, a dirt speckled goatee (not to be confused with oreo's), and a giant toothy grin. I love me some baby Eden.

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Other stuff,

how about my most recent Facebook status:

"Macie, we do not do pliés (plee-ay) while naked."

Just a little sample of everyday verbiage used at our house.

Oct. 1, 5:40 pm

This was one of my friends response,

"My sister does great plies in the nude :) Link HERE.

Oct. 1, 7:49 pm

I'm here to testify that, indeed she does... especially in the form of a censored stick figure drawing. It was a funny little ditty. I suggest you check it out... unless you're easily offended by nude stick figures that are partially anatomically correct.

*The dates and times have absolutely nothing to do with the story. I just wanted to make it look official. I think I succeeded.

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