Friday, May 26, 2006

Four years old. How did she get so big so fast? I feel like the 1460 days have zoomed past me, yet it feels like an eternity *and what exactly did I do before her and what did I do with my money?* She totes her little guitar all over the house and the yard. Many times, she will sit right outside the bathroom while I shower and take song requests. I *used* to sing in the shower. :)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006








Okay, I feel like my little *niche* on the children's photography market is that I don't ask a child to pose for me. So, how is it that in a few of these she is totally posing like she is a pageant queen? She has this new *stance* called the Daisy Dance. Please, oh please, dont ask me where she got it from. It is a slight variation from photo #4 from above except she crosses her legs and puts her hands on her hips. Don't you love the Hello Kitty handbag on her arm and her Hello Kitty sippy cup hanging around her neck? Didn't you get the memo that Hello Kitty is all the rage this summer? :)

Monday, May 01, 2006


She is a card carrying over-acting actress. I have finally reached *the* crossroads of my life. It has been a difficult time in so many ways. She is *always* there to remind me that it really and truly is all worth while. She is the reason that I do all that I do.
You probably think that my house is decorated in large portraits of my work or my daughter. Sure, I have a picture here and one there. I hold off thinking that I will get *the* image tomorrow. And, yep, everytime I take new images of her, I find a new favorite. However, I want my walls covered in my favorites, from yesterday until today. We took these images on Sunday. We gave up a beach trip this weekend because our cat had surgery on Friday. It was a difficult time for the both of us . Our choice was to take off to the beach and have a friend pick him up from the vet or stay home and pick him up ourselves and baby him all day. We took the 2nd road and we were so glad we did. Several hundred dollars later and a jar full of our tears, he is on the high road to recovery. I can't quite say the same for me until I decide which road to take here at the crossroads. . .