tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51317000172471695952024-03-18T23:57:18.922-04:00poprocks & photographskateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-51835498677377763562014-07-09T20:16:00.003-04:002014-07-09T20:16:58.481-04:00stay @ home mama! {finally}I recently changed my job title to full time photographer/stay @ home mama.<br />
Things have fell perfectly into place and I am over the heels in love with this new life.<br />
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Everyday I fall more & more in love with this little pipsqueak.<br />
She makes my life so complete and these last few weeks home<br />
with her has definitely proved this true.<br />
It is almost like we are both completely different people!<br />
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So many moments & memories missed. NO MORE!<br />
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I am trying to document each moment so I will have these memories forever.<br />
And at the same time, I am trying to focus my full attention on just me & Summer.<br />
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<br />kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-55146660905029207292014-02-16T22:51:00.001-05:002014-02-16T22:51:36.122-05:00well here it is....<div style="text-align: left;">
I have wanted to get back into this blog for quite some time now. </div>
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mostly because this was the place I said things </div>
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I didn't always say out loud. </div>
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and this.... these things I have never really said out loud</div>
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(I guess I'm still not- I'm writing)</div>
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are something I have needed to get out. </div>
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last year- this month-</div>
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Summer ran out of our room to rockstar daddy sitting on the couch. </div>
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she was holding the indicator to the growth of our little family. </div>
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something that took me by complete surprise. </div>
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when we decided to have rockstar babies... it took a little time.</div>
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best thing I have ever waited for<by far=""><br /></by></div>
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so when after only 2 months of trying this time, </div>
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and that screen flashed "<b>pregnant</b>", I was beyond happy.</div>
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I was ECSTATIC.</div>
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I did not have an easy pregnancy with Summer. </div>
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she made every moment of my pregnant life absolutely miserable. </div>
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(until she kicked those little toes into my belly. that was pure bliss)</div>
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but I threw up every day, multiple times a day. </div>
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I had sharp pains from early on. </div>
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And you remember, I went on maternity @ 5 months. </div>
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No Bueno!</div>
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But the love I had already had for that tiny little being inside me,</div>
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had made every sick minute well worth it. </div>
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I was in love from the moment I held that first positive test in my hand. </div>
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(and possibly even before then)</div>
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Well it only made sense that I was miserable x5 with this one </div>
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that was so easy to bring into this world. </div>
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I was terribly sick. </div>
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More than the throwing up and pains. </div>
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I was depressed. I wasn't me. </div>
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We had our first sonogram in December. </div>
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Ben met me at the dr with Summer. </div>
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We wanted to introduce her to her new rockstar baby.</div>
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And there it was. </div>
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The first tech had trouble finding "a good picture of the baby"</div>
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She grabbed a more experience tech. </div>
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She had the same trouble. </div>
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They attempted an internal.</div>
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Nothing. </div>
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They didn't look like two professionals who just weren't having luck that night. </div>
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They looked like two sad puppies who couldn't tell this new growing little family, </div>
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that they couldn't find their baby. </div>
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We left with their words of encouragement that the doctor would reschedule when I was further along. </div>
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I was probably just earlier in the pregnancy than they thought. </div>
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That had to be it. </div>
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I'm a mom. And I know my body. </div>
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That wasn't it. </div>
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Ben told me not to overreact. </div>
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If there was something wrong, someone would have called us and told us. </div>
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They wouldn't have let us go home with false hopes. </div>
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I'm a mom. And I know my body. </div>
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I wasn't overreacting. </div>
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A couple of days later, </div>
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I finally broke down to my mom and told her what happened. </div>
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I told her I didn't want to worry her, but I knew there was something wrong. </div>
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Despite my pleas for her not to. </div>
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She called the doctor. Who was delivering a baby. She was to call us as soon as she was out. </div>
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I decided to go home. </div>
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I was pregnant and hormonal and probably overreacting. </div>
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I was a half of a mile away from my door step. </div>
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My phone rang and the caller id flashed blocked. </div>
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(if you know me, if my called id doesn't recognize you, I do not answer)</div>
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<i>I answered. </i></div>
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I barely said hello. </div>
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The only thing I remember hearing after that ....</div>
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"I'm sorry, I'm just so sorry"</div>
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The next week was a blurr. </div>
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Life was flashing by. But I didn't move. </div>
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My mind moved 8000 miles a minute and not at all. </div>
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All at once. </div>
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I didn't want to talk to anybody. Or see anybody. </div>
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I didn't want anyone to say sorry or look at me with sympathetic eyes. </div>
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I didn't want to hear others similar stories. Or hear they knew how I felt. </div>
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No one knew how I felt. </div>
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And not because my pregnancy was more significant than someone elses'</div>
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Or I loved my baby more. </div>
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It was actually the opposite. </div>
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And I couldn't feel guiltier for it. </div>
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<i>I wrote this a couple of months ago and it sat in my drafts. I was waiting for me to be ready. With the sadness/amazingness of today, I felt I needed to talk about it. Tell my story. The story that has made me a stronger person and a better mother. A story that has shown me the amount of love and support I have from my rockstar husband, my family and friends. <3 i=""></3></i></div>
kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-85515785502749587422014-02-16T22:46:00.000-05:002014-02-16T22:46:36.572-05:00baby.This is the hardest thing I have ever and will ever write. <i>I hope. </i><br />
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Today, I had a twins maternity shoot. It was a pretty perfect day. Except, one week ago, the mama emailed me to inform me, one of the two babies was not going to make it past delivery. She still wanted to schedule the maternity session, to celebrate the one life and to remember the other. My heart sank as I read those words.<br />
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This hit hard. A year ago this past December, we lost our little baby. Something I had not really openly spoke about, let alone published. We tried for quite awhile before having Summer. So when we found out we were pregnant, we were ecstatic.<br />
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But then something didn't feel right. There was a large difference between when I found out I was pregnant with Summer to this pregnancy. I had shouted from the roof tops to anyone who would listen my first pregnancy. The second not so much. And I had completely attributed it to being my second child. Nothing is as exciting as the first time. I felt major guilt. I was sick. Really sick. And unlike with Summer, I did not have the attitude that it was all worth it for that baby I would meet one day. It was really different. And then I felt more guilt. Because I just didn't love this baby the way I swooned over Summer during pregnancy. I felt like an awful person.<br />
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I really knew after the first sonogram. It took 3 people to find the baby. And even then, we left without pictures. The techs seemed nervous and fidgety. But no one said a word. I left the building in tears. My husband thought I was crazy and over-reacting. I knew there was something wrong.<br />
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After 2 days, my mom finally called the office because I was such a mess. And everyone kept reassuring me, "no news is good news, if something was wrong they definitely would have contacted you right away". My mom knew me better. She knew me. As for everyone else, they were wrong. Someone contacted me, but not until we called first.<br />
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A moment that will be burned into my brain forever. I was driving home, on the corner to turn onto my road. I pulled over. And I sat there for 20 minutes- and what seemed like a lifetime. My poor Summer sitting in the back seat puzzled and scared. I can still feel that knife tearing feeling in my stomach.<br />
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Somedays I think Summer may be an only child. At one time, this would have made me angry and hurt. I have to look at it as everything happens for a reason. Maybe I only have enough room in my heart for Summer and my little rockstar family. Maybe I love so passionately and so deeply, that I can only focus it on the people who are already in my life. Or maybe one day, we will be blessed with another.kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-4730223932364346832013-12-29T16:19:00.001-05:002013-12-29T16:19:31.130-05:00new year- 2014!New Year. New Thoughts. New Ways. <div>
I guess this is a pretty popular post these days. </div>
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I try not to make "resolutions" per say. </div>
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This year I am experimenting in a project. </div>
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A pay it forward type of adventure.</div>
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Each week, i have to do one good deed. </div>
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This is something I already try and do once a day. </div>
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I will be honest with myself and you, it doesn't always happen. </div>
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So this project is one I am holding myself too. </div>
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Not so much just holding doors and smiling. </div>
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(altho these will be regulars)</div>
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Something worth writing stories about. </div>
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One post a week capturing each deed. </div>
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I have a lot of big things happening this year. </div>
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Some of which include more community outreach. </div>
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I can't wait to collaborate 2 things that I love to do and are close to my heart. </div>
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I will be launching my photo business full force</div>
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while at the same time using it to give back to the community as much as I can. </div>
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This will definitely be a new year for me and my little family. </div>
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I cannot wait to ride out these adventures and see what comes our way. </div>
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I cannot wait to watch Summer grow even bigger and older this year. </div>
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This past year was definitely something special. </div>
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Next year, it will be spectacular. </div>
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kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-63976090015295831752013-12-04T21:34:00.000-05:002013-12-04T21:34:50.444-05:00some dreams are slowly (but very quickly) coming true.<br />
i found out last month that i would be getting some office/studio space for my photo business.<br />
this is something that i never really thought was possible.<br />
not just the studio scenario, but the whole photo business thing.<br />
this year, business boomed. and next year looks like it will blow this year away.<br />
i have set a personal goal.<br />
this business will be my full time passion come next spring.<br />
i will give up the secure safe job.<br />
and i am terrified.<br />
i have never been 100% self employed.<br />
i've never even been on unemployment.<br />
i have been working a steady full time job since i was 17.<br />
part time since i was 14.<br />
babysitting since i was 11.<br />
i like working.<br />
i am good at it.<br />
i am motivated and i love to watch things come together.<br />
obviously there are plenty of days i just do not want to go to work.<br />
but for the most part, i like to work.<br />
i am leaving the known and going to places i have never been.<br />
i am turning my back on this "work life" i have created.<br />
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more than anything. i have wanted more & more to be at home with my baby.<br />
(who isn't really a baby baby, but she will always be my baby)<br />
so as much as i like to work, i like being a mom 10 times over.<br />
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so i have given myself a goal of March 1st.<br />
(a stretch goal of February 1)<br />
both of which may be highly unrealistic.<br />
but i like to work, so here i have something to work for.<br />
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and this will be perfect.<br />
i will spend more time with my baby.<br />
and i will spend more time doing what i absolutely LOVE to do.<br />
and i will make money to do all of the above.<br />
(now as long as i make enough money, i will be set)<br />
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for now, my studio space will be step one.<br />
i move in january 1st.<br />
and the moment i am in, i will be sharing a thousand and one pictures.<br />
well, wish me luck!kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-57931154058721445162013-10-29T00:11:00.000-04:002013-10-29T00:11:14.218-04:00summer's big break<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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since this chic was just an itty bitty<br />
family, friends and complete strangers have been telling me to get her into modeling.<br />
obviously everyone thinks their child is superstar worthy<br />
(as they should)<br />
but it's a pretty amazing feeling to hear others say the same.<br />
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that being said,<br />
i was completely against it.<br />
i wanted nothing to do with child modeling.<br />
i had nightmares of toddlers & tiaras and dance moms in my head.<br />
i would not be that mom, and she would not be that girl.<br />
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and now after sleepless nights<br />
and countless talks with rockstar husband.<br />
we have decided to give this a go.<br />
(college isn't getting any cheaper, ya know?) <br />
so i sent pictures out to a few different agencies,<br />
and i heard back from 2 of them within 24 hours!<br />
i was shocked.<br />
so i had to meet with them.<br />
i took summer into the city on saturday to meet with the first.<br />
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we ran late and almost missed the train.<br />
((running with a toddler and diaper bag and heavy camera is quite the workout))<br />
it was a little bit of a hectic trip,<br />
but then we were there<br />
(and a super crazy thing happened when we first got to the city, but a story for another time)<br />
and like all the crazy moms on those reality shows,<br />
i sat there with knots in my stomach nervous for what was to come.<br />
nervous they would tell me she wasn't what they were looking for.<br />
and i imagined standing up and verbally abusing every agent in there.<br />
and even worse,<br />
nervous they would want her.<br />
then what?<br />
then she would be a model and there was no turning back.<br />
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a little background.<br />
summer is pretty advanced for her age<br />
she communicates and speaks like a 5-6 yr old<br />
it's actually pretty incredible.<br />
but she is, also, terribly shy around new people.<br />
like stuck to my leg, head buried kind of shy.<br />
so i thought well they will see her and might think she is cute,<br />
but it will probably be an issue when she won't look at them long enough to even snap a picture.<br />
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then we get to our appt.<br />
there are 10 other aspiring models and actors waiting in the room with us.<br />
and here my little introvert climbs out of her shell.<br />
she is singing and talking to everyone.<br />
using her big words and sophisticated sentences.<br />
and all i could think was,<br />
where is my child???<br />
i mean this is what i'm used to when it's just the family,<br />
but not in this atmosphere.<br />
and there i sat thinking,<br />
yeah we got this in the bag.<br />
we get to the room to take the polaroids.........<br />
and the agent is reading her application with the most disappointed face.<br />
summer is too young for their agency.<br />
my heart sank,<br />
and i guessed- so did the agent's.<br />
she assured me we would get a call before her 3rd birthday to come back.<br />
and then assured me, there would be no way she wouldn't be signed with another agency by then.<br />
good news, i suppose.<br />
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it was a great day though.<br />
any day spent with this lady.....<br />
is nothing short of amazing.<br />
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good news of the day,<br />
the second agency is working on a GAP kids campaign<br />
and the same day i sent her pictures in,<br />
was their deadline.<br />
so without even meeting us they sent her pictures to them.<br />
and we meet with them this week.<br />
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kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-14971029295993435032013-10-24T22:21:00.002-04:002013-10-24T22:21:56.773-04:00holy hiatus.<br />
life happens pretty fast.<br />
i feel like i am blinking and <poof></poof><br />
there it goes.<br />
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well, folks.<br />
i turned the big 2-9 last month.<br />
i have vowed to make these next 12 (ok ok 11) months nothing short of amazing.<br />
i even started a mini scrapbook to document my year of fabulous.<br />
and of course the opening page states my *rules & resolutions* of life before 30.<br />
and number one in there is to start blogging regularly. i miss my little blog family.<br />
with all the other forms of social media today, i have lost touch with my blog world.<br />
but here we are. and this year will be the best, yet to blog away.<br />
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quick recap:<br />
this chic is 2 and a half years old..... when did that happen?<br />
she is stubborn and cranky and whiny,<br />
and sometimes just absolutely unreasonable.<br />
((hellllooooo terrible twos))<br />
but! i absolutely, positively love this girl with every ounce of my being.<br />
i am even trying to figure every plan out to be a stay @ home mama-<br />
and spend the most time i could absolutely spend with her.<br />
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this guy, he still has my heart<br />
it may not be my whole heart anymore<br />
but he has learned to share nicely.<br />
i still manage to fall more in love with him by the minute.<br />
watching him be "daddy" is his most attractive attribute.<br />
he is a better father than i ever imagined.<br />
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i have really built up this little photo business of mine.<br />
it is not so crazy that i have left my full time job, yet.<br />
and don't tell my rockstar husband, but it is one of my *resolutions*<br />
doing what i love and being home with my partner in crime??<br />
SIGN ME UP!<br />
-anyway- it is growing slowly, but faster than ever and i couldn't be more excited!<br />
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we had a rough year, well some rough moments of the year.<br />
but i have vowed....<br />
remember more good moments than bad.<br />
talk about the good instead of complaining about the bad.<br />
and be grateful for everything life hands me.<br />
not always easy, but always puts a smile on my face in the end.kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-63428042136996752042012-04-14T01:35:00.001-04:002012-04-14T01:35:17.986-04:00{11 months} oh my.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/13/3529.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/13/s_3529.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/13/3530.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/13/s_3530.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/13/3531.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/13/s_3531.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/13/3532.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/13/s_3532.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/04/13/3533.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/04/13/s_3533.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-90795332743188743052012-04-14T01:02:00.000-04:002012-04-14T01:02:34.069-04:00LifeI just can't say it enough. <br />
I absolutely love being a mom. <br />
I've been thinking a lot about it lately. <br />
I love waking up to her in the morning.<br />
I love when she say mama when she is so so excited.<br />
I love when she cries mama as if I'm the only one who will make it all better. <br />
I love that smile with all those little teeth. <br />
I love the feeling I get when I realize how imortant my life is now.<br />
I hold her life in my hands. <br />
I was told month 8 baby fever for #2 will kick in.<br />
Month 8 came and went.<br />
Nothing.<br />
Well, month 11......<br />
I am burning up. <br />
It's all I can think about. <br />
Part of me knows we're not there, yet.<br />
The other part of me is absolutely dying inside knowing there's not another peanut growing there. <br />
But I'm scared. <br />
It doesn't feel possible for me to love anyone the way I love summer.<br />
It can't be.<br />
She is the reason for every smile that crosses my face. <br />
Am I ready to give up all our mommy and me time?<br />
Is it fair to her?<br />
Am I ready for the sleepless nights, the complete dependency, <br />
the newborness all over again?<br />
Summer is independent, walks where she wants to go, comuunicates to us what she needs. <br />
She eats "big people" food.<br />
She's near perfect where she's at. <br />
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Maybe her being so amazing makes it worse. <br />
How much more fun would it be to have 2 bursts of amazing running around the house?kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-712255335115466282012-03-04T20:34:00.001-05:002012-03-04T20:34:21.523-05:00In a {nutshell}<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/03/04/3275.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/03/04/s_3275.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br />*waves bye bye* says mama dada baba mom mom and pop pop* blows kisses not well but there's an attempt* walks holding on to anything she can* walks by herself until she realizes she's not holding on* pulls herself up* completely bypassed crawling* eats big girl food* gives high fives* shakes hands* loves her puppy oh so much* and has a mommy and daddy that think she is the world*<br />kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-8627623784751350872011-06-09T20:46:00.002-04:002011-06-09T20:46:50.114-04:00when we're bored.. we have photo shoots.<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">and this is what my days consist of ;)</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-83891429716249286722011-05-27T22:43:00.000-04:002011-05-27T22:43:43.078-04:00i love my life.<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/27/3280.jpg"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/27/s_3280.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /></a></center><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Summer Ashlee Jamieson is here!</div><div style="text-align: center;">she was born on may 12, 2011.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i have never been more in love. </div><div style="text-align: center;">she seriously lights up my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i guess everyone says that after they have a baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i guess i never tuly understood it until now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i truly love her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">with every ounce of my heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">she is the most amazing baby. </div><div style="text-align: center;">absolutely amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;">and her daddy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he is the most adorable thing ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he is so in love with her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">which in turn makes me so in love with him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were lucky enough to have 2 full weeks together with her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and i have never seen a guy so proud to be a dad. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and he is the best dad. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-88769570556217777752011-04-01T11:40:00.000-04:002011-04-01T11:40:11.334-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">it has been a long journey. </div><div style="text-align: center;">spent countless hours, days really. no months! </div><div style="text-align: center;">looking through a ridiculous amount of books, downloading every app, </div><div style="text-align: center;">& checking out EVERY website possible. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But we finally did it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we decided on a name for this little peanut. </div><div style="text-align: center;">{one we had pre books, apps, & websites might i add}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">so we officially have a name. </div><div style="text-align: center;">it is such a relief. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i love calling her by her name</div><div style="text-align: center;">even more so, i love hearing rockstar husband say it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">its amazing how in love we are already.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i didnt think i could fall any more in love with rockstar husband, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i proved myself wrong yet again. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this has been such an amazing journey in our relationship. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and i know there's so much more in our future. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now let's all wish for Summer to get here!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">{in every sense of the name}</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-24616355160351103272011-03-10T14:35:00.000-05:002011-03-12T09:57:29.904-05:00its friday. and truth is, im in love<div align="center"></div><div align="center">i have been home for a month now. </div><div align="center">i was forced out on early maternity. </div><div align="center">in some ways it was a blessing, </div><div align="center">i was in a super stressful job that would have made this whole experience miserable.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">not the topic though. </div><div align="center">i am lucky enough to be able to spend everyday with my mom</div><div align="center">& my uber cute niece. </div><div align="center">my mom watches her everyday for my brother.<br />
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</div><div align="center">she is 2. </div><div align="center">she is fresh. she is in her terrible 2's. she doesn't talk yet. </div><div align="center">and she is the cutest thing to walk this planet. </div><div align="center">and i absolutely love that i get the opportunity to spend everyday with her.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">i would like to be here again. </div><div style="text-align: center;">with all this snow and rain</div><div style="text-align: center;">i cant help but to daydream about a warmer place</div><div style="text-align: center;">a tropical place. </div><div style="text-align: center;">a place that is very close to my heart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this is where we honeymooned. </div><div style="text-align: center;">altho there were unfortunate moments of the week, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i would go back in a heart beat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't wait to someday bring rockstar baby here</div><div style="text-align: center;">so she can see and fall in love the way we did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-64226999767158615702011-02-01T21:00:00.000-05:002011-02-01T21:00:14.786-05:00chasing the invisible.<div style="text-align: center;">everyone has fears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">things that scare people so much it almost makes them sick.</div><div style="text-align: center;">for some its spiders or needles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and for some its being alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i have been pretty blessed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">critters don't bother me. i take needles like a champ. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and i am surrounded by loved ones who make it impossible to ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">feel lonely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i do have one fear. </div><div style="text-align: center;">that eats away at me. day in and day out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">im afraid to be ordinary. </div><div style="text-align: center;">to be typical. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i fear growing old and not being able to take pride in everything i did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">don't get me wrong. </div><div style="text-align: center;">in so many ways i am very happy with my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i LOVE my rockstar husband.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and we are lucky enough to be a mom and dad in a few short months. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we have so much to be grateful for. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i cant help but to think.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">what am i doing with my life?</div><div style="text-align: center;">i am a very ambitious and motivated individual. </div><div style="text-align: center;">that's not the problem. </div><div style="text-align: center;">chasing the dream would be no sweat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but..... what is the dream?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't know what my dream is. </div><div style="text-align: center;">depending on the day i change my mind. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i know i have written about this so many times before, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but now with rockstar baby on the way, </div><div style="text-align: center;">it has me in panic mode. </div><div style="text-align: center;">its not longer just me and husband to worry about. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i need to really consider what i want to be doing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and will it make sense?</div><div style="text-align: center;">will we make enough money to keep our little family comfortable?</div><div style="text-align: center;">will it be super exciting and somewhat non stressful?</div><div style="text-align: center;">will it leave me enough time to completely spoil baby?</div><div style="text-align: center;">will i see my husband enough?</div><div style="text-align: center;">will i be happy?</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">and everytime i think i have it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">something else sounds so much more spectacular. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i want someone to tell me </div><div style="text-align: center;">"this is what you need to be doing with your life"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"this is what you're good at"</div><div style="text-align: center;">anything!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">i have two months to figure life out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think some new clothes are in order ;)</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-84311333935422695812011-01-23T18:28:00.000-05:002011-01-23T18:28:27.509-05:00super sunday<div align="center">today was uber productive.</div><div align="center">no lazy sunday for this girl. </div><div align="center">and i feel amazing about it. </div><div align="center">i finally got around to organizing and re-arranging </div><div align="center">things to make our house look a little more like "home"</div><div align="center">and that it is. </div><div align="center">there is still plenty of work to be done. </div><div align="center">i needed some rockstar husband help but he worked all day. </div><div align="center">sooo tomorrow is another day. </div><div align="center">and many pictures will be posted. </div><div align="center">as i am finally not so embarrassed to show off where we live. </div><div align="center">our cute little house. </div><div align="center">if only it was a teeny bit bigger cute little house. </div><div align="center">but for now, it will be perfect. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">tonight i am off to mom's </div><div align="center">for family dinner. </div><div align="center">and the jets game i guess. </div><div align="center">im the only one in the fam that's not a super football fan. </div><div align="center">i like it. </div><div align="center">i can take it or leave it. </div><div align="center">so while everyone else is off screaming at the tv.....</div><div align="center">ill be hanging out with some cuties! </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-23829276701740349452011-01-22T17:36:00.000-05:002011-01-22T17:36:06.099-05:00im ready to meet you.<div style="text-align: center;">i have exactly one week left of work. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i have been directed by my doctor to go on maternity early. </div><div style="text-align: center;">reallly early. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i am looking forward to not working, </div><div style="text-align: center;">especially since it is such a stressful place in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">buttttt it's quite a while before this little sunshine makes her appearance. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and i don't know what i am going to do with myself. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i by no means want her to come super early</div><div style="text-align: center;">and not be fully developed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i just really want time to speed by </div><div style="text-align: center;">so i can hold her in my arms. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i feel like this now, what will i do at week 39??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think we have wanted her for so long, </div><div style="text-align: center;">that we are more than ready to meet her now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we're over this pregnancy and ready to be mom and dad. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we're ready to play with this little rockstar baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-16597216574066918832011-01-15T07:22:00.000-05:002011-01-15T07:22:22.003-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <div id="shop_banner"> <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/cazhoffy?page=2"><img alt="" height="83" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/iusb_760x100.7694054.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><div id="shop_banner"> </div><div id="shop_banner"> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe it's because she is one of my girl crushes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe its cause im totally into dark movies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but this movie was amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;">natalie portman is stunning. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and mila kunis aint too bad herself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i highly recommend this movie. </div><div style="text-align: center;">if nothing else, but to drool over the hott ladies ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><center><div class="smallattachment"><a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/uploads/2010/06/mila-kunis-natalie-portman-black-swan-6.jpg" title="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image"><img alt="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image" height="213" src="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/uploads/2010/06/mila-kunis-natalie-portman-black-swan-6.jpg" title="Natalie Portman in Black Swan (2010) Movie Image" width="320" /></a></div></center><div style="text-align: center;"></div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-70033364187041095352011-01-14T00:08:00.000-05:002011-01-14T00:08:25.914-05:006 months in a nutshell.<div style="text-align: center;">fast forward:</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'd love to write about every little detail that happened since the day we found out we would be mommy and daddy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i don't want to bore you, and id rather just get to the good stuff. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">like, </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were convinced it was a boy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">that's what the chinese gender chart said. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and my doctor. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and everyone in the world. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">then we went for our sonogram. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and the tech said, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"well it looks like...... <b><span style="font-size: large;">a girl!</span></b>"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>whhhhaaaaattt????</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">i already picked out a boys name and bought clothes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(of course i bought clothes)</div><div style="text-align: center;">we were not expecting that response at all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">although, neither of us had a preference. </div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart immediately filled with joy upon hearing those words. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i guess it would have been the same if we heard its a boy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but we didn't. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and we are so happy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(rockstar husband is a little nervous. practicing some intimidation already for the boys)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so i obviously went shopping. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and this lady has more clothes than i do already!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">but names we are stuck on. </div><div style="text-align: center;">there are a bunch we like, but haven't been able to pick. </div><div style="text-align: center;">the latest is between </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">haleigh & kyleigh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">suggestions??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ps. i love her more than words already. </div><div style="text-align: center;">love her more than i ever thought possible to love someone </div><div style="text-align: center;">i havent really met. </div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-20272313493546965102011-01-12T21:37:00.000-05:002011-01-12T21:37:11.806-05:00i couldn't wait to tell you....<div style="text-align: center;"> <img alt="cartoon baby" class="article" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-to-draw-cartoons-2.jpg" width="300" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">it''s true. it's true. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i want to tell you everything about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(and i am so upset i didnt log every step as it happened)</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i guess you're now spared the suspense. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">rockstar husband and i had been trying for </div><div style="text-align: center;">months & months & months. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were almost starting to give up hope. </div><div style="text-align: center;">my doctors wanted to send us to an infertility specialist. </div><div style="text-align: center;">it was becoming devastating. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i finally convinced myself,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"everything happens for a reason"</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i needed to stop stressing it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">stop obsessing over it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">stop taking 2 billion tests every month. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>come what may. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">on september 4th.</div><div style="text-align: center;">rockstar husband and i had a wedding to go to. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we both had to work previous. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and it was such an awful day for both of us. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were busy and could not leave work. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were going to be so late for this wedding we were looking so forward to. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we were meeting at my brothers house to get ready and go. </div><div style="text-align: center;">my brother had already made his way to the big fiesta. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as i left work, grumpy and moody, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i contemplated getting a test. </div><div style="text-align: center;">more than anything to make sure i didn't drink the night away </div><div style="text-align: center;">if there was a chance there was someone growing inside me. <br />
i walked past the aisle of Target 5 times. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"do i really need to do this to myself?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"i already know the answer. STOP"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"but maybe i should just double check"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"kate seriously its not happening, you're optimistic attitude is not helping this one"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"whatever it's not hurting me to do it."</div><div style="text-align: center;">i got on line with box in hand. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(and yes i wasted even more time in argument with myself)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i got to my brothers...</div><div style="text-align: center;">still aggravated at how late we were going to be. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but continued to get myself ready, now forgetting about the test. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i remembered at the last minute. </div><div style="text-align: center;">as i read the word pregnant</div><div style="text-align: center;">i was in complete disbelief. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(yes i got the dummy proof ones)</div><div style="text-align: center;">i took two more. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't even know how i produced that much urine. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and they were the same as the first. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i was speechless....</div><div style="text-align: center;">definitely not tearless, but wordless. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i couldn't even catch my breath. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">then he walked in. </div><div style="text-align: center;">again, aggravated and grumpy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">throwing stuff around and trying to rush in to get ready. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i looked at him, smiling ear to ear of course. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i asked him how his day was going?</div><div style="text-align: center;">knowing full well that it was not so great. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i huffed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i smiled bigger and harder. </div><div style="text-align: center;">his eyes were curious. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">me "how would you like me to make it better?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think his mind went to the gutter here. </div><div style="text-align: center;">me "what could i tell you right now to make you smile?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">rh "you love me?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">me "that easy huh? well then this will make you ecstatic"</div><div style="text-align: center;">extremely curious now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">me "you're going to be a daddy"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and again, </div><div style="text-align: center;">two very outspoken people very quiet. </div><div style="text-align: center;">very speechless. </div><div style="text-align: center;">there were just smiles and tears. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think i was even more excited after his reaction. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and it has been such an adventure.......</div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-16359158330401977252011-01-12T21:17:00.000-05:002011-01-12T21:17:16.370-05:00remember me?<div style="text-align: center;">i know i know. </div><div style="text-align: center;">it's been a long time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">a very very long time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and to be honest..... so much has happened. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't know why i haven't kept you up. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i guess work really took over my time for awhile. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and really, work took over the most important things in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">when i left retail for the first time, that was my favorite thing about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i realized what life was about. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i realized life was too short to focus solely on work. </div><div style="text-align: center;">there was so much more out there. </div><div style="text-align: center;">there was my amazing family and rockstar husband. </div><div style="text-align: center;">he's another story. he deserves every second of my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i was happy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">then last july i took on my old familiar role as a store manager. </div><div style="text-align: center;">aka no time for rockstar husband or friends or family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">or <span style="font-size: large;">me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">i isolated many. not purposely. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i convinced myself they needed to understand work was important to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">instead i needed to understand that life was important to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">they</span></i> were important to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i needed them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i needed this outlet. </div><div style="text-align: center;">so here i am. </div><div style="text-align: center;">for good! </div>kateighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748280617306330197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131700017247169595.post-37113436920139112902010-07-20T13:52:00.002-04:002010-07-20T13:52:54.041-04:00check us out check us out.<div style="text-align: center;">new photo blog. </div><div style="text-align: center;">for the business. </div><div style="text-align: center;">its still under construction.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">but what do you think so far?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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