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I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

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When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

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Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

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Impersonations

Adelynn had her H1N1 shots just the other day. And while all the other kids in the waiting room were screaming and crying, Adelynn kept looking up at my sister with big, tear filled eyes saying in a whimpering voice, “Please, no, mommy. No hurt. Please, no…” It was almost a whisper.

Their names were called. Bridget took Adelynn by the hand and walked into that evil, white, sterile room. THE ROOM. The room where all the pain happens.

The needle goes into Adelynn’s little thigh; she screams; she cries–and does all the normal things a kid does after getting a shot. They arrive back home and Adelynn, still whimpering, looks up at Bridget and says: Leg hurts, mommy. It hurts.

Bridget plops Addie down in front of Dora with her favorite Teddy, Eddie, whom we’ve all grown to know as a part of our family. Eddie is as much a member as me or Bo or my mom or the dogs….in fact, I think she prefers Eddie to the dogs sometimes.

So, Bridget starts cooking dinner and after 30 minutes, Adelynn comes limping into the kitchen. “Leg huwts, mommy,” she says. Bridget goes running over to examine what the limping was about. Could H1N1 have paralyzed her child? As Bridget pulls up Adelynn’s pant leg, Addie says: “Leg huwts just like Yaya’s.” At which point she continues to walk around the kitchen dragging her leg behind her like Tiny Tim.

On a side note, my mom recently had knee surgery and for the past year has been limping constantly. Soooo, pretty much Adelynn associated leg pain with Yaya’s incessant limping. And after she limped around the kitchen for one lap, she looked up at my sister with wide eyes and said, “Cookie would help the pain, mommy.”

What a little con artist.

Tricycle

For Adelynn’s birthday, my sister and Adam got her a tricycle. But not just any tricycle–my sister’s and my first tricycle from back when we were kids. Back then of course, it looked very different. It was red and didn’t have any tassles or anything. Bridget had our old tricycle completely restored and repainted so that she could give it to Adelynn. You must be thinking where could they possibly find a place to restore a tricycle in Ayden, NC? Well, they took it to a body shop…where a mechanic specialist (I don’t know the proper term) sanded out the rust, replaced the foot petals, replaced the tires, added tassles and restored the bell.  And apparently, the cost of all this made no sense to the man at the body shop. He mentioned to Adam as he picked up the tricycle, “You know–you can buy these things for like $50.” To which Adam said, “This has sentimental value to my wife.” “What about a sentimental value to the kid’s college fund?” At which point, he handed Adam the bill.

In any case, it turned out super cute and the mechanic did an amazing job. I’m sure Adelynn will be grateful that mom and dad didn’t buy a random tricycle from Wal-Mart. Look at that smile…

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Adelynn’s 2nd Christmas

Adelynns 2nd Christmas

Dear Adelynn,

I arrived really late on Friday night…close to midnight. Your mom allowed you to stay up WAY past your bedtime just so you could see me before going to sleep. You heard the front door open and immediately toddled over to see who it was entering. And you looked at me like, “Wait a minute. Don’t I know you?” Then you reached your chubby little arms out and hugged me. And I held you and smelled the baby sweat on your neck and was so glad to have you back in my arms again. So glad to have your hair tickling my face. As always, I tried to get you to say Aunt Colleen, but instead you sat there bleating a string of the most complicated consonants and vowels that could never be recreated by any modern recording device. It was an alien language that made perfect sense to you as indicated by your hand gestures and dramatic pauses. Then we played our screaming game where you scream and then I mimic your scream. And then I scream and you mimic mine. And this goes on and on until Yaya and your mommy are ready to pull their hair out.

You’re at an incredibly funny age where there is just no guessing what you’ll do next. One day you napped for an hour. The next day, for three. Some days you’ll drink from a sippy cup, other days you want liquid from a bottle. One day you’ll eat two whole hot dogs for lunch and the next day you’ll want nothing to do with food. One day you’ll like going to the park and the next day you act as if a drive to the park is like driving over a cliff to the depths of Hell. WE JUST NEVER KNOW. You want to be picked up, you want to be put down. You want that book, no, THAT book, NO THAT BOOK! GOD!! THAAAAAAAAAAT BOOK. I would imagine that in some ways having you as a daughter might be similar to what it would be like to be married to a mean drunk.

But you know what? It’s actually a lot of fun. No, really. We played together for hours. You used my body as your personal jungle gym, crawling all over my legs and torso. You also met Sean for the first time (that you can recall, at least). And I hate to admit this…but you liked him WAY more than you liked me. Because he has these things called “muscles”. And these so called “muscles” mean that he can lift you into the air and play airplane for way longer than Aunt Colleen’s flabby excuse for arms can.

And on Christmas Eve, you, Sean and I were all playing with some of your new toys and Sean got up to go to the kitchen. Without any prompting, you yelled, “SHE! SHE!” We all soon discovered that this was your rendition of “Sean.” And Adelynn—it was the cutest thing I’d ever heard. Under normal circumstances I would have been pissed that you were able to say his name before mine…but within an hour you were yelling out an odd rendition of my name as well. Something like “Caaeeen.” You are a kind ruler, for if you hadn’t said my name soon, there was the potential that SHE may have been in the doghouse.

The other week I was talking to your mother and she reported that after Sean and I left to come back to New York, you scooted all around the house yelling out, “Bye Caaeen! Bye She! Bye Caaeen! Bye She!” Over and over and over again.

This week while I was home, I memorized the curve of your smile. The dimples in your cheeks and forehead. The point at which the curls at the back of your head meet your neck. I am so thankful to have you here, to have your giggles echo through the house, to have the noise of your life in my ears, my beautiful niece, my little Addie.

Love,
Aunt Caaaeeen

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This is my niece last year around Christmas time. And if you can look at that face and tell me she isn’t one of the cutest dang babies you’ve ever seen, then I may just have to kick you in the nads. That’s right–I’ll find you and kick your nuts in. Don’t have nuts? Doesn’t even matter. It’ll feel like you’ve got them when I’m through with ya.

This post took a hostile turn for the worse…I apologize. I will not attempt to kick anyone in the balls for the record. Except maybe the boyfriend! But the chances are he had it coming.