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Maybe it is the artist in me, but I get bored. Bored of everything. Paint colors on my walls, furniture arrangements, business look, clothes, and my hair. I am pretty cyclical about it all. You can almost always garuntee my walls to change color every 1-2 years, my clothes to change every season, and my hair to change every 6 months. Not intentional on those timelines, just seems to work out that way.

So the last couple of months I have been working on some new business materials and freshening up the biz look. I went to the doctor and got the ol’ body checked out and got on a vitamin cocktail that could challenge even the best of pill swallowers and had to add on a regular serving of Cheerios. I am waiting on my new painting kit (yes I got suckered for a TV infomerical that will promise to make my painting job easier) and once that gets here the walls will be free of 3 foot high kiddy grunge and have a fresh new color.

And I colored my hair. Not just a little…but a lot. I have not gone so drastic in a while, usually I will take the cut approach, not the color approach. I felt so pale, sickly (which I guess as vitamin deprived as I was, it makes sense), and the straw colored over grown highlights were just not cutting it anymore. I wanted  a new look, like a REALLY new look. So 1 hour before I headed out to just get the standards at my favorite salon The Madison Salon by the lovely Miss Tara, I found a picture and decided to do it and go dark. I have been dark before, but it was back in the college days when I was young and quite a bit more wreckless. I am sure that’s what made this even more enticing. I am a mom of a 10, 6 and 2 year old, have 3 businesses, and have got in a bit of a fashion rut, me, a fashion rut…I STUDIED fashion! It was time for a shake up, and shake it up is exactly what I did. The clothes will follow, but I am also loosing weight, so that will have to wait until I have hit my goal.

I love it. I was in shock for a day or so, and occasionally when I walk by a mirror I still have to do a double take, but to me, I look tons better, and I feel like I have a bit of an edge which I really needed and wanted. So check out the new me.

Another one of my year long clients came to see me the other day. You can see mommy and daddy patiently waiting the arrival of this little bundle from their maternity session (loved this session) and then his little newborn images.

He is now a nice chunky 4 months old (I can say that cause all my babies were chunky monkies). And there is nothing wrong with that…as we call it “they are healthy”. And my kids are living proof that just because a baby has a little extra meat going on, does not mean they will have weight issues. My daughter who gave the Michelin guy a run for his money is now our Bean Pole, and my middle guy is a solid mass of muscle. The little one never really packed on the pounds (I think cause he is constantly chasing the other two).

With that all said this little guy was a great model for my new little boy hats, and had the most charming smile (he will be breaking some hearts with that down the road for sure). I am looking forward to seeing him again around 8 months when we can really start playing and interacting. Oh, and you should have heard the most perfect coo and gurgle stories he was telling me….I love when they are talkers.

First let me thank everyone’s wonderful comments about my last post. Things are looking much better. I did hear from my Doctor and the prognosis is not the worst case senario, so you all will have to put up with my for quite sometime  :). I do have a couple things that we are going to have to take care of, but nothing that is really life altering. I appreciate each and every one of your comments. It is always scary these days when little unexplainable things start happening to your body, and there are so many possibilities out there of what it could be. The world of the unknown is very dark and scary…cause there is always a chance.

Now onto lighter notes. I have had the pleasure of photographing this little darlings mommy when she was prego and then her little newborn images, 6 month images and now a year. I can’t believe it has been a year already! I really look forward to photographing her many more times in the future! It took her a few minutes to warm up to me and that is a good thing. They should be stranger weary at this age. But by then end of the session we were playing peek a boo over the edge of the sofa and I got lots of adorable giggles and smiles. The last image I was literally flat on my back on the floor shooting up at her peeking over the edge of my antique sofa. Enjoy!

The last few weeks thing have been different for me. The end of a crazy busy year, the holidays, regrouping and preparing for the new year and season to start and then some unknown changes to my body. Getting old sucks! Sure I am only 33, not old in my book, but I have always been in picture perfect health. Three c-sections aside I have never really had any problems. With being so aware of my body when things go a bit off I know it and worry. So the other day I did the big girl thing and went and got a full physical just to have everything checked out and to take care of any issues at once.

So that means waiting. Waiting for blood work to come back, waiting for ultrasounds and x-rays to be looked at and waiting for my doctor to call. I am a strong girl, I take pain like the best of them and I take struggle, conflict, and worry like a champ, I have to, I have 3 kids and a hubby to take care of. But there are those days that it just starts to get to you. The days you stay up til 3 am chatting online with a friend because the idea of going to bed and laying next to your sleeping soul mate and cuddly 2 year old hurts. Because you know if you lie down not totally exhausted all your worst thoughts  will come to mind and you will cry, cry yourself to sleep…it happened the night before. I know that I know nothing, I know that there is a very good chance this all could be totally minor and they will send me away feeling dumb for being so worried, but there is always that other chance that they give you the news that everything in you fears.

Today I had to get up really early in the blistering cold and drive to the Imaging Center to get my ultrasound and x-ray. While driving down the road the sun had just got over the tree tops and was beaming straight towards me. Anyother day this would be annoying especially while driving. I would figit for my Jackie O sunglasses (as hubby calls them), and pull the visor down to sheild the sun out of my eyes. But today the sun was different. Today the sun didn’t hurt, today I looked straight into it and it warmed me a way it had not warmed me in a long time. It was serene, peaceful, a moment away from the worry and wonder. Then back to reality and onto the morning traffic.