The Countdown

Remember this photo?



Down three (actually 4 since Ashley had Nash!)....and counting!
And the wide angle lens has to go.. my face is bigger not pregnant? Not cool Mr. Lens.

Miss Lou's Interrupted Photoshoot

I whole heartedly attempted to get a picture of three of them.. sort of. They all piled on the bed when they saw me trying to take a picture of Indie so I thought, what the heck...And was sweating after a few minutes of trying to get them to all look the same way and HOLD STILL. Yeah, I didn't get a good one, but they are funny. Especially the one with Beck picking his nose... I mean my kids are perfect and would never pick their noses.









You like how she matches the pillow?



Ah cute little Lou.

We've Made It Six Weeks

Oh happy day! I'm listening to a little Jimmy Eat World, Piper is at my mom's, Miss Lou slept through the night and is still sleeping and Peanut is glued to Team Umizoomi ("supa shaaapes!"). Not to mention having girl's night the last TWO nights, so I am all sorts of rejuvinated. I think I can handle this three kids thing as long as I have Piper at my mom's and girls nights consecutively. Oh. Wait. Guess that can't happen. One can dream.

I thought Indie was getting better because she was really good over the weekend, but then Jake went back to work. The last two days all I have done is held her. Yesterday was tricky, getting ready for a baby shower at my house whilst listening to a screaming baby or holding her while doing it. So guess she is back to her old ways. Too bad I can't think of some genius idea to make us millionaires so Jake can quit his job....

So Miss Lou hit 6 weeks. The big milestone for her and I. I thought about starting working out this week. And then decided I am riding this "I am tired and just had a baby" thing awhile longer. Although the coming Monday's pool day made me revisit the idea. AND THEN I LAUGHED IT OFF.
I put her in one of the dresses I made because I am pretty sure it will only fit her for a split second. Here are some super busy pictures of her happily laying on the ground, not being held.
Mark this momentous occasion.

Ok, she is awake and screaming. Let the day begin. Happy day aborted.

My Obsession With Color

I definitely have an obsession with color.
Since the weather hasn't been good and I am totally sleep deprived (those are my made up reasons) I sew blankets. Because I love blankets. And I love to snuggle my babies in handmade blankets. Especially Indie Lou because I think, maybe if it's sewn with love by my hands and I wrap it around her it will substitute for my arms.

So far this hasn't worked, but I will keep sewing blankets until one of them is successful in this.
P.s. my pictures are really crappy.








This is a playmat, so far it's the most useful thing I have made. It just stays there and houses diapers and wipes.

Recent Happenings

Greetings from stay at home land.
I am still alive. Mostly. Or walking dead. Either way, I am upright. Not showered, but upright. The Indie is on my lap, asleep. Therefore I am stuck on the computer for awhile until I am ready for her to cry again. For all you with newborns, I hope yours is less high maintenance than mine.

I shot a wedding last week up in Midway. Being away from home for 8 hours is really interesting when your a nursing mother. Let's just say pumping in the back of the car was interesting. My brother came with me as my second shooter and we had a good ol' time.
Isn't her pink ring gorgeous?






Lil' Lou
Again, only sleeping pictures. From all the pictures of her sleeping you'd think she slept a lot! SIIIIIKKKKKKE. This baby sleeps less than any baby that ever lived. That I am sure of.





This picture is for ASHLEY. So ATTENTION ASH. Ashley made Beck's initial blankey and it's basically a rag so she gave me another, and look he actually even has his fingers in the ribbons! (He does this to calm himself). I mean, he still prefers the original, but he will use the new one. So if Disneyland swallows up another blankey belonging to our kids, we will again have a backup. So thanks Ash!

When She Sleeps

The only good time to take pictures of Indie is when she is asleep. If she is awake and happy that means she is in my arms, and I can not hold a camera. If I put her down.. she is crying. Rarely she sleeps happily without being on me in some shape or form. Thus.. sleeping pictures. "Oh good the baby is not in my arms and not crying... I can take her picture!" Followed by her crying five minutes later when she realizes she isn't being held.

Needless to say, I am rarely very ready, wear little makeup and skip showering often because I can't bare the thought of doing it all while listening to hoarse screams.

And a special shout out to my best girl ALEXIS, it's her birthday so go wish her a happy day on her blog or facebook or through text. She deserves all the love and attention out there!
















These bloomers are my favorite thing and pretty much all she will be wearing this summer. They are a really easy and cheap outfit :)
If my friend Talane is out there.. these are to show you, since we were both so intimidated by them for so long.

Monday Bloody Monday

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

..do three kids.


So far, it's not looking so good.

This. Is. Hard.

So, for now, let's focus on the sweetness of some pictures, shall we? And the fact that they don't appear to be screamers, biters, who drag their runny poopy diapers around their ankles and laugh, whilst I have a baby on my boob. Bad, morning.. we'll leave it at that.








I saw this somewhere and loved it. Be you, FIND you, and be happy with that. I think this is harder and more rare than it should be. I see so many girls struggling to have confidence and be themselves, and in turn just come across trying too hard. Trying too hard to be perfect, to be different, to be admired, to be creative, to be liked. In this search to find ourselves are we just replications of other people who we want to be, or wish we were more like? Just be what you are, whatever it is, and own it.

Not saying I am not like this, you are preaching to the choir. But I think the first step is realizing that replication and facades that come across individualistic don't lead to this being happy with who you have found that you are.