for many reasons

I have decided to make this blog private. Really, I want "you" to keep reading it, I just want to make sure I know who "you" are! :)

However, I am a total blog-stalker who reads blogs of blogs of blogs and, in the end, I am so far in that I have no idea who you are or how I got to your blog. But, I still read it because, that's the fun of blogs!!! :) So, don't be shy any blog stalkers out there, just let me know who you are and that's all! You are free to still read and lurk and do whatever you wish!

So, shoot me an email at erin(at)purewonderphotography(dot)com and I will gladly add you to the list.

And, you have to send me an email...I am 34 weeks pregnant and not about to try to remember everyones emails! :)

hopefully

Hopefully my crazy nesting won't come back to haunt Teagen one day. She has caught the brunt of my recent sewing endeavors. Afterall, homeade boy clothes just aren't cute at all. Hopefully she won't be 'that' girl in school who's mom has made her all the clothes and she is forced to wear them when she really hates them. You know exactly what I am talking about. But, here was my first attempt at a ruffle shirt. I think it's adorable. I have other ideas in store to help spruce up some plain shirts that she has. Yes, hopefully she won't be 'that' girl. :)

I do it.

"I do it" and "Excuse me Bubba" are Teagen's most often used phrases. I do it pertains to anything and everything that she can or wants to try doing by herself. This includes, but not limited to, going up and down the stairs, getting up into her chair at the table or on any piece of furniture, finding her shoes, washing her hair, flossing her teeth, climbing into the car, getting a snack, etc...

These are all things that she prefers to do by herself. If you say, "T, lets go get your shoes on", it's always, "I do it mommy" and she does. Yes, fiercely independent. Much different than her older brother.

"Excuse me Bubba"(for her it's "cuse me bubba") is anytime that he is in her way. This can be when he is sitting on my lap and she wants to be in my lap or when he is blocking her way and she wants to get through. Polite little dainty thing she is.

Here is when we were using the bubble machine(thanks Marti!) and she wanted to fill it up. "I do it Mommy".

How I love thee.

In the chaos that is our normal household existence, I am constantly reminded of just how lucky I am. Two healthy, beautiful kids and another on the way. Full of love and life and a daily reminder of what life should be. I love them both equally but yet so differently. Is that possible? It's really indescribeable. Teagen is my daughter. My little girl. I once feared the thought of her having two brothers but then, it's hard for me to imagine any other way.

I never swayed either way on the sex of my children. It didn't matter to me. Happy, healthy and loving. That's all that I wanted. I stand beside that. But, yet, I feel so blessed to have her as my daughter. And, yet, she fits so well into the roll of the 'only girl'. She has fierce loyalty to her brother and often seeks his guidence and his leadership. But, she has fight. She doesn't have to say anything, she doesn't need to. She will just look at you and then you will know where she stands. I just laugh inside as I watch this transpire because she is so much like myself; so fiercely independent but yet so strongly dependent on those closest to her.

I know that she will be the protector of her little brother. A role that she, undoubtedly, will take very seriously. I pray for a smooth transition for her. She has an unmatched loyalty to me. She accepts no substitute and it's a trait that I really don't want to change. After all, she is my daughter.