Emma: Mommy, I have chocolate? Me: No. 
{she didn't like my answer. poor baby} day 114

what you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers the little things, long after you have forgotten everything. {my first photo book~ day 1-100} day 113

If you have seen WALL-E, you know what a special moment this is. Directive. day 112

her first movie in a theatre. she made it thru 2 previews, a cup of popcorn and half a box of junior mints. thank goodness for refunds  day 111

a dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself. happy 7th birthday to my first baby, Bindi Loo. {sorry I forgot about your grooming appointment last week!} day 110

you know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming? Thats where I will always love you. That's where I will be waiting ~Peter Pan 
day 109

extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.
{where I find her every time she sees my camera} day 108

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences and penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. day 107

the face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face ;) day 106

Children helping with household chores teaches independence, a sense of responsibility, and basic life skills.{washing Mommies car counts as a chore, right?} day 105

Fathers, be good to your daughters. You are the god and the weight of her world. day 104

Me: {walking thru the kitchen with my arms full of laundry with no sign of my Daughter or the pink bowl of popcorn} Em, where is the popcorn I just made? This is what I found once I reached our bedroom. day 103

from my point of view, I'm the luckiest cat on the planet. day 102

How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think its the pleasantest thing ever a child can do. day 101

Piglet: how do you spell love? 
Pooh: you don't spell it, you feel it. day 100

your children will become who you are; so be who you want them to be. day 99

art is the last form of magic that exists. day 98

a childhood friend & her babies

Sticky fingers, tangled hair, scattered crayons, everywhere. Dirty faces, grass-stained knees, learning words ' like pretty please.' Messy fingers, hair gone wild, all in the life of a precious child. day 96

One of my favorite views. Messy buns and bows. day 95

It's moments like this when I look at her and think "wow, I made that." day 94