I Catch Spit-up for a Living
This is what I live with.
Spit-up. It's everywhere. All the time. It's pretty yucky, but I don't notice the warm wetness dripping down my arm until I hear the "splat" on the tile near my foot. My mom burped him over a cup and collected (not kidding) 2.5 ounces of spit-up. I have no idea how much milk I produce, and I know the spit-up has saliva mixed in, but gee, doesn't he need that stuff? I'm going to be rich and famous for inventing a shoulder protector that is much, much better than the standard burp cloth. It will have a fancy ridge for the spit-up can cascade down and pockets where and pockets to serve as a resevoir.

Ah, the day-dreams of motherhood.

Of course I have more pictures of my kids.
I love pictures.
I love my kids.
That's pretty much it.
:)

Here are a few pictures I really like.

1. Me holding baby Fin's feet, when he was a few weeks old, early November.
2. One of my newborn shots of baby Fin, I used a black and white
effect with a focus point of color
3. Fin at 2 months in black and white. (they grow so fast!)
4. Here's Jaxon, age 5. He never sits still long enough for a good
picture. I was actually trying to get a shot of a big gash on the side
of his head, but he looked right at me with this crazy grin.
5 Is a picture I took of my husband and two older sons, looking out
over Lake Havasu during Thanksgiving. I made it black and white with a
color focus on the right side.
6 and 7 are of my 2 yo, Asher, at his birthday party. We gave him a
bubble machine and he loved chasing the bubbles.
8. Is a multiple exposure of 6 and 7. (I didn't know if the image
comes across very well, so I included the others separately)