This is the friend I met teaching 15ish years ago and felt I knew for a lifetime. This is the friend I never felt so free and simple with as we laughed and danced the night away. This is the friend that can cuss and drink like a sailor but is all cute while she does it. This is the friend I found my husband with. This is the friend that rushes over in the middle of the night and helps you snap your bra and pull your maternity jeans up over your 200 pound body and makes you laugh through the most intense pain of your life 30 minutes before you deliver a baby. This is the friend I called crying before anyone when I found out I was pregnant with my fourth, lol. I would pay 2 thousand dollars for a recording of that conversation. This is the friend that puts everyone else’s story telling skills to shame. This is the friend that has hundreds of other friends (literally)(I have about five) and still calls me everyday. This is the friend that turned me into a photographer because she blabbed to her hundred friends. This is the friend that I know for certain will be my friend forever and ever and ever.
This is the man that stopped Susan in her tracks. This is the man that is quicker and funnier and can dance better than Susan and boyyyyyy did she stop everything to get a piece of that. This is the man that made Susan scurry and snip the strings of all her little boyfriends she had dangling real fast when he entered the picture:) Pure entertainment for me. This is the man that better not make any little comments with his eyes squinted and his fingers together against his chest because I wrote this. This is the man that I would call to come get me out of jail – but that won’t happen – but if it did… This is the man that can explain the way sports work better than anyone I know and I needed him big time this past year.
Grayson. Quick and witty as his momma and daddy. I love this kid.
I love this picture. This is Phil’s disciplining face. I love it. I love Griffin’s face. Both Susan and I have husbands that make the kids stop.in.their.tracks.and.freeze.every.muscle.in.their.body. when they discipline.
I would also like everyone to pause and look a Phil’s luscious arms. Carry on.
The sun was amazing that night:)
Look at how he looks at her. Love that about him – so glad I caught it.
All time favorite family picture. Griffin practicing yoga. Phil and Olivia looking adorable. Perfect.
Okay the power of the internet…..I sent out a Facebook plea looking for a merry go round. I’m guessing they don’t exist anymore because they’re so dangerous. Anyway – score – found one through Facebook and friends of friends and satellite bird’s eye view mapquest:)
They are a big time soccer family. They had a ball in their car and started playing with it while I was taking individual pictures. 5 of them are on soccer teams. When I think of that I have perspective. Her house is clean too, so is her car.
Abby usually picks up the baby, Adam usually tries to get the baby focused.
Adam pulls Aiden into the picture. Hilarious. Nick and Ryan start hugging. Please. Wendi and I are saying NOTHING.
He’s in. Adam is probably better suited to be a father then most 26 year olds.
Baby is done and gets mad and pops Abby in the mouth. Does she get mad? Does she stomp off with her arms crossed? Does she cry?
Nope. she laughs and with Adam’s help all is well. They handle it like 2 young parents would. I have showed these series of photos to my kids hoping something will magically rub off on them:)
We need a close up of the monkey on the right that just smiles and dances the whole time. ASTINKINGDORABLENESS.
Can you say handsome little heartbreaking devils? These two were the cutest things. I can’t imagine some of the days that mammas must go through with twin boys. I often think of mother’s of twin boys. Really I do. I have probably said 100 times – “at least he doesn’t have a twin”:) I can’t imagine the activity and noise level. I can’t imagine two infant car seats. I can’t imagine how many times I would stare at a wall and think, “I can’t believe this is happening to me” with two screaming hungry pooping babies at 3am. I can’t imagine buying 8 pairs of size 2 jeans and 8 pairs of size 2 khakis. I’ll stop.
I mean c’mon. Really now.
Love, love, love this one too.
before tickling began
during tickling:)
My favorite:)
They have an 8 year old, and 11 month old and one on the way. I promise you Leslie it’s going to be alllll good in about 3 years, lol.
This would be the one I would have giant somewhere (just sayin).
They brought their beloved Lucy along and you know how I love doggies. Seriously. The shot on the right actually has her whole head in the original picture but I started cropping and cropping and laughing and cropping and laughing until I got it just right.
I love each of these 4 photos so much I can’t stand it. These are the “in between” moments I’m talking about.
Carter. 8. Boy. Needs redirecting. Typical. 8. Age appropriate. Nonstop (unless warned about ticks – inside joke). Boy. Good Hearted. Has overwhelming urge to make faces. 8. Boy. Can’t help it. Sparkling eyes. Perfect.
Leslie. Mom. No wrinkles. For real. Patient. Kind. Perfect butt. Sorry if your mom or dad reads this and finds me really inappropriate and wonders why your heads aren’t in the picture. Have fun explaining that one for me:) Moving on…
Thank you Bennetts:) You rock. I hope I was worth all the little prickly burs you had to pick off your pants:)
by Cathy
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