My boys

Are any of you the mom of boys only? I am certain there is a special place in Heaven for us...where there is no fart talk, where whites remain white, and the menu never has McDonald's on it! I'm just kidding...sort of. I love being a boy mom, but there are days that they make me crazy!

My children are four and a half years apart. I thought I would have until now before they started fighting. Wrong! They started fighting when my youngest was eighteen months old! It is an everyday battle. When they play together and are being nice to each other, I an just waiting for the first punch, scratch, or kick!

Yesterday was a rare day. A day that there was far more love than loathing. I live for those days!

Here's hoping for an argument free day!

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Woweee!

It's been a while since I have blogged.  Things have been crazy since my last post.  I currently am unemployed, but somehow have been busier in the last six weeks than I was when I was working full time!

I have had two really great things happen and am so thrilled to share that my dad had a pet scan two weeks ago and found that he is cancer free!  His lymphoma is gone.  Whew!  What a relief.  I am a daddy's girl and I have been so scared about what the future will hold for my dad.  I know the cancer could still come back, but for now, it is gone and we are rejoicing!

Here is a photo of me with my dad and my boys taken by the fabulous Brooke Martin!

We had such a great day on this day.  We went to the flea market, a few pawn shops, and then did photos.  Oh, and we had Coney Island coneys for lunch!

The other great news I have to share is that my best friend had her first baby on May 27.  I have three very best friends who I will introduce in posts soon, and Andrea is the last one to have her first baby.  And she had a girl!  Just for me!  When we went to the ultrasound to find out the sex, I cried when the tech said it was a girl.  I'm emotional all the time anyway, but I just pictured how precious this sweet baby was going to be.  And boy was I right!?!  Layla Evyn made her entrance at 2:32am on the 27th.  It was a long wait for her.  When she was born, she wasn't breathing.  She never took a breath on her own and was intubated within minutes.  She was then put on a ventilator where she stayed for 5 days.  We were unable to touch her.  It was painful and heartbreaking to be so close to her and not be able to touch her.  The doctors and nurses didn't say much, only that she was the sickest baby in the NICU.  We were scared, but didn't really speak about it. She began to improve drastically after three days.  And by the time she was ten days old, she was on her way home.  The doctor said she had made a 'magnificent recovery.'  Indeed she had, thanks to all the prayers that were lifted up for her.  I love her as much as I love my own children.  Her arrival has changed us, made us grateful for every single minute.  Meet Layla...

Just a few more photos of my sweet boys.  Baseball season is now over so we have our evenings back!  I love being a baseball mom.

Until we meet again,

Kendall

My New Facebook Page

I took the leap and finally created a Facebook page for my photography.  Look it up and Like me here.

I had a great shoot this weekend which you will see a lot of on my FB page.  It was so fun.  Looking forward to a senior shoot this weekend and then another prom shoot next weekend!

Have a happy day!
Kendall

Weirdness Abounds

People are weird.  I am sure if you are a person, you know this, but I just felt the need to share it.  I mean, really.  Sometimes I feel like I am the only normal person around.  Maybe I feel that way because sometimes I am only around myself?  Today someone asked if we had any 'photo frames?  You know, frames for pictures.'  I wanted to say, "No, we don't have any photo frames or frames for pictures, but we do have portrait frames."  That would have thrown her for a loop!  But alas, we did not have any frames, so I just had to say no.  I know this particular story is not that weird, but it got me to thinking about people in general and the things we say. 

So, tell me a weird story.  Something that has happened to you that made you think people are weird.  Unless you are one of the few who think people are normal?  And please don't include stories about me being weird, because, well... I am not weird.

Testing

Blogging from my phone! Just checking out how it works and how it looks. Big things are coming for me, my blog, and SparksFly Studio so stay tuned.

In the meantime, here is a random picture from my phone...

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My P64 Submission for the Week!

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thirty.one

Today is my thirty-first birthday.  Sometimes I wonder how in the world I got to be this old!  I mean, really, I should still be 17!  But I wouldn't change my life for the world.  The last month has been extremely difficult for my family as my dad was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  He seems to responding well to chemotherapy and I am thankful that I am able to take him to his treatments.  It is a good time for us.  Going through these trials makes me thankful that I am thirty-one, that I have been blessed with a beautiful family and amazingly fantastic friends.

Me at Seventeen

If I could go back to my 17 year old self, I would tell her that she will have heartaches that make her feel like she could die, but she will come out on top! I would tell her, her parents are the biggest blessing and the smartest people in her life.  That her silly, shaved-head boyfriend will be the best husband and best dad in the world.  I would tell her to enjoy the time she has with all the people she loves and to take lots of pictures, because when they are gone, pictures and memories is all she will have.  I would tell her to appreciate her friends more because they will be the ones there, still by her side, even at 31!  I would tell her when she is 22, she will fall madly in love with a tiny six pound, four ounce boy and her life will never be the same.  And then again at 26, her heart will double in size all because of little curly headed boy. I would tell her that her annoying brother will grow into a sweet man with a big heart who loves those tiny baby boys as much as she does.  I would tell her that 30 isn't old even though she thinks you shouldn't trust anyone over 30! Thirty is actually liberating, because at 30, she will know who she really is and what she really believes in.  And thirty-one?  Well, it's good.  It's really good.

"My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to.  I hope your dreams stay big and your worries stay small."