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i say, * smile, sunshine *and this is what i get :   .jpg) proof that being a photog mama does not necessarily mean i am going to nail that awesome shot everytime. no. in fact, it means i’m going to get instant goofy almost EVERY time. ha! which face is your favorite? i’m partial to the surprised fish myself peace out *
every morning, the circus and i rock out to this song : true story. we went through a spurt {cough*allyear*cough} where turbo was getting into a bit of trouble at school. not bad boy trouble, but 6-year-old-boy-trouble. you know, like not sitting still, or not sitting AT ALL, and talking. LOTS of notes home about talking. we’ve had many, many discussions about how we need to act in school, how to listen the first time, how to focus, to stay in our seat, to not talk so much {yeah. right.} all important things he’ll have to be able to manage eventually {like when he’s not 6. and an active boy. and extremely social. and, and, and…} little did his teacher know that the notes she sent home gave us the opportunity to hammer home a bigger, more awesome point. the simple fact that every morning God gives us the gift of a new day. a day for us to start fresh, brand new! *tomorrow’s a new day buddy. new choices. new chances. new ways to improve. to make it better.* that’s the beauty of forgiveness. we’re made new. our slate is wiped clean. we have hope in a 2nd chance. or a 3rd. or a 4th x infinite, as long as we keep asking for forgiveness and with renewed hearts trying again. trying to do our best. realizing, each morning, each new day is a gift.
 we rock out to this song every morning now as a reminder {to quote the song} : wave away my yesterday it’s a good morning!
We LOVE this song too! Such a great way to get rid of the morning ‘blahs’! i love love. i love everything about love. i love that when sunshine see’s a heart he calls it, *your favorite shape mommy.* i love the way it feels. heavy in my heart. comfortable. true. honest. happy. lovely. love. i love the way it sounds when sweet pea calls from her bed, *wuv-yu.* i love that it’s free. free to give. free to receive. i love the way it presents itself in everyday life :
i love that you can never have too much love. and likewise, you can never love too much. i love that love never fails. i love that i believe that with all my heart.
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What a lovely blog you have! I love your photography. Hi stacey! Thanks so much for visiting my blog! I can’t believe you quickly knew where my photo was I *LOVE* love…and I *LOVE* you too! All you need is love….llalalalaal! Love you! I LOVE this post. Simply. Beautiful. our weekend roadtrip to cali…
it was a good prep for our summer roadtrip that kicks off next month! we’ll be in montana, nebraska, south/north dakota, minnesota, idaho and washington throughout the summer! if anyone is interested in booking a session, please email me at : lifeasyouliveit@live.com for dates! cheers *
ALLLLLLLL of these make me smile!!! But there is something so… {hmmmmm, I think magical is the word I am looking for…} MAGICAl about the one of Sweet Pea in the swing at the beach with the bridge in the background! AND PS….can’t wait for the MN part of your trip! YIPP! YIPP! YIPPEE!!! Love YA! Hope you had fun. The best part was seeing you guys and the fam! Love you see you in thirty days! Yeah for summer. So much fun! And why oh WHY is Oregon not on that list? You are driving around everywhere else near it! I’m in the north part, right by Washington…you should totally drop by! once upon a time, there was a little boy who liked to wear his hair in a mohawk. and that is what he called it. a mohawk.
his very analytical, left-brained brother liked to wear his hair in a fauxhawk. because it most certainly was NOT a mohawk since ligistically, it didn’t go entirely from front to back as a true mohawk should. so, his was most definitely a fauxhawk.
each morning when they entered the bathroom to get their hair done the inevitable argument ensued. mohawk. no. fauxhawk. no. MOhawk. NO. FAUXhawk. MOHAWK! FAUXHAWK! i think you get the picture. until their mom {in a hippie-like tone} interjected with, *why can’t we all just get along dudes? mohawk, fauxhawk, they’re different but the same. just like you two.* different. but the same.
and from then on, they lived in a happy world where mohawks and fauxhawks were both equally acceptable word choices to define their hairstyles. and no one argued and everyone was happy. always. oh. and they got along too. and gave their awesome mom back rubs and coffee. on instant refill. and did everything she asked the first time with a smile on their mohawked/fauxhawked adorned faces. the end.
These are great! It’s enough that they have their mohawk or fauxhawk, but then they have them in COLOR!!! Love it! |
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Me too! They all are just him! They make me laugh!
I can not pick just one, because I love them all! I am so excited to kiss every single one of those faces in a couple of weeks!!!!