Pumpkins and Parkday
Yesterday was our weekly park day with our ward. We went to Grandpa’s Pumpkin Patch. The day had started out a bit chilly so I happily dressed Reese in a pair of cute stockings, a longs sleeve shirt and jacket, and topped the outfit off with her cute apple hat that Marmee knitted for her last winter. I was stoked to get to cute pics of her with the pumpkins. Then the chill burned off and it was 80 degrees! I was stripping articles of clothing off both Reese and myself. We live in California though, so why am I surprised?

Some of you may remember that Mark and I went to this pumpkin patch last year. So I thought it might be fun to do a photo comparison to see the difference a year makes…
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Photoblogging
The time has come for me to give in a join the photoblogging community. Many photographers use photoblogging as a way to get business and show their work. I am mostly starting a photoblog to track my progress as I learn more about photography, but the other reasons I mentioned can’t hurt either. I hope you will check it out and give your thoughts/opinions. I’m just getting started, so the blog may not always reside at this location, but this is where it will be for now:
Proof that Reese has Daddy wrapped around her little finger…
Yesterday Reese woke up with a bit of a runny nose.
Mark went off to work feeling bad that Reese might be getting sick.
Mark comes home with a large box that turns out to be a toy shopping cart from Toys’R'Us for Reese. When asked what the special occasion was his only comment was “she was sick so I wanted to make her feel better”.

I’m in trouble…
Moving pictures continued
Meghan complains about how long it takes to edit photos, but she has no idea of the torture that is video editing. I worked on this one of Meghan’s first triathlon for a while and finally just gave up in frustration. It is what it is.

P.S. For those of you who don’t know him, he really is my daddy.
Moments
There are moments when I think “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this parenting thing.” There are moments when I think “How am I ever going to convince myself to go through this all over again with another baby?” There are moments when I love my little girl to pieces and I don’t think I could ever love any of our other babies nearly as much. There are moments when I consider letting Reese be an only child simply because I can’t fathom taking care of multiple children. There are moments when I selfishly hate the thought of being pregnant again and losing the body I just barely got back in shape. There are moments when I console myself with the idea that waiting awhile will change my mind and I will forget how hard it all was.
And then I see this…

…and I forget all the other moments and I know in my heart that no matter how hard it is with this child or any others we have in the future, it will be worth it.

