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Fri-yay! Weekly Recap #6!

Fri-yay! Weekly Recap #6!

It's Friday! And we're back to share another recap with all of you lovely people! We've been getting some good feedback from our Friday Recaps so as long as you're reading, we'll keep writing! So without further ado... 

James had a birthday (or two...more on that in a bit) this week! It was the 12th anniversary of his 22nd birthday! Woot! Seriously though, he's 34 now....where does the time go?!?!? It feels like just yesterday we were 22 and tying the knot back in San Diego! We had a great night on Saturday night, spending some time with friends at Chelsea's Kitchen in celebration. Their sangria is to die for and they have some awesome patio seating right by a canal! If you're looking for a bit of romance, you have to check it out!

James had his actual birthday on Monday and then his second birthday on Tuesday! Second birthday?? Say what?! See here's the thing...for the first 12 years we've been married, James has HATED birthdays. Doesn't ever want to do anything. Doesn't really ask for anything. You see, he just kind of pretends they don't exist. Which is funny because he keeps getting older and keeps wondering why all the hair on his head is migrating to his face...but that's another story for another time. So every year we do this funny little charade where he says he doesn't want anything and then I (Megan) go behind his back and get him something and try and make his birthday a little bit special. Well you see, this year, for a variety of different reasons, I decided to take him at his word. We had a great time Saturday night with friends, as you already know, so I figured, "What the heck, dinner with friends is enough of a celebration! He always says he doesn't want anything anyway, so we'll do dinner and then I can check that little item off my mental checklist. James' birthday...CHECK."

Here's where things started to go south. It seems that for 12 years he's kind of been lying...errrr...I mean "pretending" that he HATES birthdays. APPARENTLY, he really does like to have cake and presents and cards on his birthday. Coulda fooled me!! So Monday comes and goes, and he wakes up on Tuesday all mopey and doing his best Eeyore impression. I think the exact words out of his mouth were, "That was the worst birthday ever." If you can't tell he's not usually the type to "soften the blow." As Eeyore would say, "Oh brother..." 

So what did I do? Did I sit back and say, "Well there's always next year!" or "Suck it up, and quit yer whining!"? Heck no!!! We tried again on Tuesday because I am a full grown adult and, doggone it, no one can stop me (not to mention, I kinda love the guy)! So the kids and I piled into the minivan, drove over to the local Target and picked up all the birthday fixings. Presents...CHECK. Candles...CHECK. Wrapping paper...CHECK. Bathroom humor birthday card...YOU BETCHA! And when his 34 year old self walked in the door on Tuesday, we all pretended he was still 33 and sang him Happy Birthday (again)! He sure was surprised, and although he didn't quite turn into Tigger after his second birthday, he wasn't quite as Eeyore-ish after that either. In all seriousness, we love our 34 year old husband, daddy, photography partner, blog writer, social media guru, and iPhone repairman. If we could celebrate him every day of the year, we would because we love him and all he does and all the sacrifices he makes to always be there for us! He's also assured us that going forward, he will be very forthcoming with his birthday wishes. Teaching James that birthdays DO exist...CHECK!

It's starting to get hot here in Phoenix which means two things. First, it's time for swimming. Second, I hate laundry. Well that second point really has nothing to do with it being hot, but I just figured I'd throw it in because, seriously....I HATE IT...and you deserve to know. I share this, not because I want my dirty laundry (see what I did there?) plastered all over the internet, but to just give a little encouragement to all the other mothers out there. WARNING! REAL LIFE AHEAD: Sometimes, our laundry doesn't get done, and sometimes I start to think I'm failing as a wife and mother. What I'm learning, however, is that my worth as a wife and mother should not be equated with how big or small my pile of laundry is. We are worth so much more than the tasks we do on a daily basis. We also can't trust everything we see on the internet, Facebook, and Instagram. I wanted to post this picture of Mt. Laundry to prove that, despite what we usually see online, there are real people, with real struggles, and real lives behind all those perfect images we normally see on social media. We just wanted you to know, that behind the blog, we are real people too. So next time the laundry monster is about to destroy your joy, just remember we're right there with you. If you need us to come over and throw you a pretend-birthday party to cheer you up, we can do that! After this week, we've had plenty of practice!

Finally, in case you missed it, we are heading to San Diego this summer for some summer fun on the beach! We'd love to do your pictures while we're there! If you're interested, shoot us an email via our contact page or send us a message on Facebook or Instagram. We have limited spots available, so make sure you reserve your spot before it's too late! We can't wait to catch up with old friends and hopefully make some new ones while we're there!

Have a safe and wonderful weekend!

Olivia turns 6!

Olivia turns 6!

Six years ago today, our one and only daughter, Olivia, was born. We love and cherish every moment she has been with us for the last six years. Those six years have been pretty eventful with this adorable little girl. The moment she came into this world she was a handful, albeit a pretty darn cute handful.  She came out literally kicking, crying, and screaming. As I stood there in the delivery room holding my brand new, precious baby girl, while the doctors and nurses care for her mommy, I couldn't help but wonder what on earth she was so mad about?! She was born into a family that loves her beyond all measure and would do anything for her. She had a mom and a dad who loved each other, loved her, and a big brother who looked out for her (and a future little brother who absolutely adores her!). Then I realized after like 10 minutes of incessant screaming, and uncontrollable wailing, that she was probably just cold, and hungry (nothing's changed after 6 years!), and wanted her mommy. Sure enough, after a few minutes of crying at a volume that would give jumbo jet a run for it's money, I handed her over to her mom and all was right in her world again.

But the best part of this kid is that the fun didn't stop there. She's the sweetest, fiercest, most helpful, loving little girl we know (no bias whatsoever in that, or any remaining statement regarding our daughter...seriously). We have six years of stories to share, but unfortunately we can't fit them all into a single blog post. So consider this the "highlight reel".

Last year she was in her first ever dance recital. It was as ridiculously cute as you would expect a five year old dance recital to be. Her and five of her little friends all dressed up in little tutus, dancing on a gigantic stage in front of like 1000 people to The Beach Boys. Like I said, on the cuteness scale, this thing was turned up to 11. What made it even more impressive was that, somehow, amidst her performing her unbelievably cute dance routine, she managed to ALSO wave the whole time and yell "Hi Daddy!" simultaneously! Commence nuclear cuteness meltdown. And then, as if the cuteness apocalypse had not already occurred, she insisted she wear her dance recital costume to Costco the next day so that "All the people at Costco can tell me how cute I am." Have you ever seen an angel eat a Costco hotdog? I did that day, and it was spectacular.

Who could forget the time we signed her up for soccer, and she spent the whole time running around telling all the kids the proper way to kick the ball. Obviously she was practicing her exceptional mommy and/or future CEO skills early on. Hey someone has to take over this photography business of ours when we die, right?! 

She adores her big brother and tries to be just like him. What other little girl do you know, that asks to have her hair put into a tri-bun just like Rey from the new Star Wars movie? There may be another girl out there, but I guarantee you they're not as cute (see, I told you no bias here).

Everyday, I come home from work to a new little "gift" she has made me out of torn up tissues, construction paper, glue/staples/tape, and scribbled all over it, it says, "I love you Daddy!" They may look like scraps of paper to some people, but to me those bits of paper are worth more than $100 bills.

She's addicted to shoes (seriously forget a college fund, we had to start a footwear fund), loves to dress up, and learned to ride a bike in less than 4 seconds (although she claims less than 2 seconds!). She loves to read, create, and is the best funny face maker this side of the Mississippi.

We wouldn't change a thing over the last six years...well maybe all that screaming when she was born, or the stitches that resulted from her hurling a squirt gun at her big brother's face...but other than that, she's perfect. She is absolutely perfectly made by our Creator and we are so thankful for everyday we get to spend with such an amazing human being.

I think often about the day I will have to walk this feisty, loving, funny, caring, resourceful, creative, smart, wonderful little girl down the aisle and give her away. I can't wait for that day to come, and to see her grown into the amazing woman I know she will be. And yet, I never want these moments we have now to end. Someday when she's glowing in her stunning white gown, her arm draped in mine, as we walk slowly down the aisle, part of me will want to pick her up, throw her on my back, and go back to the time of piggy back rides, light-saber duels, tissue/construction paper/staples cards, and spontaneous after-dinner dance parties. The other part of me will be bawling uncontrollable tears of joy, excitement, and pride in the person she has become. I should probably start stock piling tissues now. We love you Olivia, and no matter how old you get, you will always be our amazing six year old girl. Happy Birthday!

Boys will be boys!

When we first met these boys, there were only two of them! Their aunt contacted us a couple years ago to take some surprise photos for their mama as a Christmas present and we were so excited to do them! So it was only natural that when it came time to celebrate their youngest's first birthday, we had to do another photo shoot for their special little guys! As parents of two boys ourselves, we love the energy boys bring to a photo shoot. They are so fun and full of life and are so easy to make laugh with a well timed fart noise! Of course smashing a cupcake is always helpful when you're trying to catch a smile. And let's not forget that Mercedes! We asked if we could have one for our birthday too...they said they'd look into it and get back to us. ;-) In the meantime, we'll just have to settle for these three handsome dudes and their awesome energy!