Quick, I need something to swaddle!

Cuz I ain't got no baby no mo'. Frowwnnnn. He's one. Yup. And you know how everyone who has a child will without fail tell you that THEY CANNOT BELIEVE THEIR CHILD IS ONE(or 5, or 8, or 16)? AND LIKE, WHERE DID THE TIME GO??? Ugh, you guys it's true. It is so rudely and horribly true. It actually kind of freaks me out. Realizing that every parent is right - the time DOES fly. And I'm more of a linger kinda gal. A lets-stretch-this-out-as-long-as-we-can girl. A last-person-to-leave-the-party-cuz-i-dont-want-it-to-end chick. You get the idea. I feel like I'm already sending him off to college and hating on all his future girlfriends(watch yourselves lady babies!). Yeesh, this is gonna be rough.

He is my first ever one year old! And that is special business. So I threw him a PAR-TAY. A milk and cookies party. Oh you know it. I have been waiting to throw my child a party since I was born (or...for sure 11 months) I got the idea from my sister, who threw her youngest a milk and cookies party about a year and a half ago. It was so cute, and simple and I loved it. Hence the stealing of the theme. And who knew I'd ever throw a party complete with a theme??? (Me! I did!) And if I've ever threatened an insane amount of pictures before - you ain't seen nothin yet. This one totally takes the cake(pun?) It's the winner. The Valedictorian of picture posting! It's true, and I'm not even sorry about it. Ha, but seriously it's more pictures than anyone cares to see, it's mostly so I can look back and remember every little detail.

This is the man as I went in to sing him happy birthday when he woke up. Enjoy the blurry iphone pics.


I was a little excited about it, so excuse the plethera of shots of the same table :) And the weird lighting...










Balloons!

Some of the our favorite people that came to the party:
Beckham

Uncle Steve

Talisia and baby Hendrix

Preggers: Dell and Heather

Aunt Lisa and Grandma Teresa (can we say twinsies? OMG they're not)

Ivy and Grandma Joleen working on a bean bag for Nash

Great Grandpa and Grandma Haymond

I can't believe I didn't get more pictures of everybody that was there...I was like a picture taking fool(clearly). Anyways, we had pizza. I'm sorry, what? Oh, you wanted to see pictures of that?? Get out, I totally have some!




And then we opened presents! Homeboy got spoiled. Which was nice because all he got from us was a new carseat! Happy birthday to you!! Ok, ok fine we got him Rockin Elmo too.






And then I said, "Let them eat cake!" because I'm dramatic like that. And you know what people did? They ate cake. THEY ATE CAKE YO.

We stripped the lil man down to his dipe and let him at it. The little "cookies" on top of his cake are the smash cakes. Cute right?!? Here's 1 million pictures of proof. It's a sickness and I caaaaaaan't stop.








Sooooooo wasted on cake right now. What a lightweight.





And then we sent peeps home with treats and a cookie cutter!

This little one year old is so loved!

Happiest birthday to you Nash!!! You have completely and totally, 100% stolen my heart. And I don't even want it back :)

Kira continued...

Here are a few more from the photo shoot with Kira. I took sooooo many pictures and I just want to run through the streets throwing the Polaroids (there are no Polaroids) and making it rain with all of them as happy/crazy tears run down my face (it's an awesome visual and you know it) And yeah, I'm weird. You should know this by now. I promise I'll post something different soon (ex: it was someone's first birthdaayyyy! and I took no less than 7000 pictures..prepare your brain)










I know that the above photo is technically a no-no angle, but this shot is still one of my favs. I throw caution to the wind people! (just go with it)









There are still so many more. Who knows, maybe a few more will pop up sporadically here and there. And you'll just have to humor me. I'm already itching to do another one. Who wants to be next?!? (Don't all raise your hands at once!) Come on. You know you wanna.

Kira

OMG. I don't know how many times I've written this post with a 700 page explanation of why I'm doing these pictures. I first wrote a history of my obsession with fashion and all things beauty from birth on, going through barbie hairstyles to babysitting and playing salon to birthday party fashion shows(none of you will know what I'm talking about because I erased all that, just know it was lengthy and weird). Then I tried to explain why Kira looks like she's wearing no pants. Then I give you 87 reasons not to judge me because I'm not a photographer. Obviously, I'm so nervous to show them to you! I feel awkward and silly because there is no other reason for me doing them other than I thought it sounded fun. Here's my mini explanation(just trust it's mini compared to my previous efforts)

Ok. So I had this idea that I wanted to do "photo shoots" of my friends, family, and/or anyone willing to waste a day with me. I've always had this dream of being a session stylist - someone who does the hair/makeup and/or styling of an editorial photo shoot. I love all things beauty. I've been obsessed since I was little. Anyways...all this to say that I desperately wanted to create a photo shoot. So to scratch the itch, I decided to have a little fun with my friends. I asked my friend Talisia if she'd be willing to help me out, and she of course said yes since she loves this kind of thing to. Then Kira said she would be my guinea pig. So. I kinda thought it would be fun to see if the person getting their pictures taken had any ideas of what they wanted to look like (examples: Talisia said an Indian, one of my clients/friends said a country girl, another said "just an everyday look but something completely different than I would ever do", etc) and then I would put my spin on it. Fun, right? Right!(right???) So Kira said she wanted to look like dun dun dun......a Victoria's Secret angel. Yup. And uh, she definitely could pull it off but seeing as how she's a math teacher at Herriman High and I wanted to, you know, post these on the Internet we thought maybe slightly more clothing would be good :) They are still sexy, I will warn you. And that's why I'm a smidgy smidge hesitant to put these up because I don't want anything to feel scandalous :)

I can't tell you how much fun we had. I came home full on giddy. Couldn't stop talking about it. And we did it all with 3 kids. You guys, if you could have been a fly on the wall while we were getting Kira ready...hilarious. So Talisia and I both did the hair, makeup, and the styling. We're crazy like that (i don't know what that means) We went with a more earthy feel, but to honor Kira's request of V.S. angel we slapped some boy shorts on her lil' bum and worked around that. Talisia found this awesome location right by her house in Lehi. We partied with some cows. I was scuuurd.

Also, I took the pictures.

Also, I am not a photographer. I am not pretending to be one. But what real photographer would do this for free (cuz remember, there is no purpose to this other than I wanna)? Not a one. So to anyone who actually knows what they are doing - I KNOW that there are a million mistakes and funny shadows in some and so on. The editing is all over the place, but I was having to much fun playing around. Some are darker, some a little blown out, some warmer some cooler. A little bronze and black and white thrown in :) But I'm ok with it.

Anyway, this is look number one out of 3 we did that day. And remember, Kira is wearing boy shorts, even if ya can't see 'em :)

Ah! Here they are already. There's a lot. And then some more. Lemme know what ya think!































MATH TEACHER. Kids are lovin themselves some math at Herriman High ya'll.

(some were were too big to fit, so if you click on them it should show you the whole shebang...)

The Boy

We are so geeked out over This Boy.

We can't help it.

We have literally turned to mush.

To putty.

He literally melts my heart right out mah chest.

We affectionately call him The Boy.
i love his baby breath.
if i could bottle it and wear it, i would.
i pinch his bum. a lot.
i dance and sing and make up songs.
we laaaauugh.
and laugh and laugh.
and giggle.
i love his cheeks and his baby blues.
i love his pot belly.
his toes.
and his nose.

i sure do love That Boy.