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My Favorite Pics of 2013


I was inspired by a friend to post my top 13 pictures from 2013. Whereas she’s a legit photographer I am certainly not. Be this as it may, I still love my pics and hope you enjoy some of them yourself. So here they are:


1. This beautiful lady is my grandmother who so adores her grandchildren more than anything in this world. It’s why I take them to see her at least every 2 weeks and her love for them is written all over her face.

DSC011762. Our 11 year old dog, Doc, loves his mommy and a good nose rub. I’m sure going to miss this face some day!

DSC024483. My first born girl. She’s simply incredible and I love the pure thrill of her expression.

DSC028084. There’s never a dull moment with the Bailey family and it’s no joke that these grandparents enjoy their grandbabies no matter their emotional state.

DSC026235. Our dog, Dragon, is a bubble popping fool. He plays like a maniac and sleeps loyally at the foot of my son’s bed.

DSC025926. Gross, I know, considering it’s on a Metra train but so hysterical none the less.

DSC013787. Possibly my favorite of the year. My baby is wearing the dress that Grammy made for me when I was 1 year old.

DSC038628. Partners in crime. The End.

DSC019049. Intense and a little goofy. He’s our underrated best friend.

DSC0376410. My two best guys. I should edit this one to make it better but aside from that it’s magical for me. Just a little boy dreaming of being like his Daddy.

DSC0399311. During her ALG (angry little girl) phase. Also, she hated the sand and wouldn’t leave the towel. She makes my heart swell.

DSC0424012. My FIL is hopelessly devoted to being his grandchildren’s best friends and enjoys being with them even when they’re begging for their mama.


13. She can be dramatic, convincing, hysterical and insightful and I’m certain her future will be exciting just as she is.

These were my favorite photos of the 3800 I took this  year although I just realized that number does not include the 1500 that are one my phone’s camera roll. I may have to do a smartphone version of this post because there are some pretty great ones buried in those 1500 pictures.

Just a thought: Maybe I take too many photos… Lately my husband likes to quote some study he read which says that people who take more photos remember fewer of their actual life events. I just think he doesn’t like it when I take photos of him but maybe taking fewer pictures would help when it comes to making my yearly family photobook which is a daunting project on my plate right now…

It’s hard to take fewer photos though when I find my kids to be so darn cute and entertaining!

Life is good. Cherish it whether or not you photograph it!



“You’re My BEST Friend”


I spent the weekend with a fun group of ladies relaxing, getting pampered,DSC03345 eating and drinking to excess and playing games. It was just the sort of bachelorette weekend our soon-to-be bride was looking for and it was just the weekend I needed after a whirl-wind few months. I loved not having any responsibilities and the ability to enjoy a party put on by someone else. It was a treat to say the least and I even made some new friends in the process!

DSC03341Upon coming home I happily learned that a few other beings had become friends over the weekend.

Since the beginning of July my SIL, her boyfriend and their 7 month old Italian Mastiff, Cookie, have been shacking it up with us in our guest master bedroom. DSC03342  My almost 3 year old German Shepherd, Dragon, has not been thrilled to say the least. He’s left Cookie cowering in corners, afraid to wander throughout the house for fear of being attacked. They are both males and both fully in tact if ya know what I mean which is why Dragon was acting so territorial. It’s to be expected.

DSC03343So, needless to say I was relieved when I came home and realized they had become butt-buddies. They are now frolicking in the yard, chasing each other in circles, licking each other’s faces and butts (cause they’re dogs and gross like that) and doing all the fun things that young dogs do together once they realize it’s more fun to be friends than enemies. DSC03346

Things just got a lot more fun and relaxed around here. Let the romping continue.




I Am A…


1. Mother (experienced x 3)
2. Baker (ameture)
3. Fainter (professional)

Even if you’ve only ever read my last two posts on this blog you know the first two adjectives are accurate but I’m not sure I have ever really shared in any detail the fact that I am a fainter. When I say that I’m a fainter I don’t mean that I’ve fainted a handful of times but rather too many times to count. It’s something that first happened in my elementary school lunch line after I jammed my finger sliding down the stairway banister and occurs at least once or twice a year. The docs say it’s just some vasovagal response in which a stressor of some kind causes blood to stop flowing to the brain leaving me unconscious on the ground for 30 seconds or so as the blood returns to my brain and the lights turn back on. Fun, right?

The good thing about this is that I now know when it’s going to happen. I start to feel all fuzzy and know to sit down and inform the people around me that I am about to faint so they don’t freak out. When I come to, I always seem to cry but not because I’m upset. It’s a natural reaction for me and mostly I’m just amused or annoyed that it happened once more and if I’m around strangers I have to then plead my case that I do not in fact need a darn ambulance or any medical attention. In fact, I’d much rather bypass all the attention and go back about my business because there are no short-term or long-term after effects.

So, why am I now bring up this little personal quirk? Well, because last night it happened again. I was standing in my kitchen when my mom’s dog and my youngest dog got into a scuffle. I should know by now never to intervene in a dog fight but I’m a slow learner. As they were mauling each other’s faces I decided to try and kick my dog in the side to distract him long enough to release my mom’s dog’s throat. 2013-04-30 09.35.38

Of course this went over better in my head than in reality because instead of slamming the top of my foot into his rib cage I hit his butt bone. Hard! It hurt really badly. Then I started to feel woozy, sat down with my head in between my legs. Knowing the lights were about to go off I started to lay down and tell my mom and husband I would see them later.

After 30 seconds of some vivid dream that I can’t remember I came to, lying on my kitchen floor, foot pounding and a bit confused. Then I remembered why I was lying on my gross floor and was just happy that I wasn’t crying. This is progress people! No tears! At least I’m impressed with myself. My mom said I don’t faint like normal people. I faint like someone who’s seizing. That’s cool.

Anyways, my foot hurts a bit today and it’s a little swollen on top but I can walk. Oh, and the dogs are fine. I’m sure you were wondering about that.

As I mentioned, I’m a frequent fainter and have been passing out since the 4th grade so naturally I’ve lost consciousness in some key locations. Let me share…

Top Five Fainting Locations:

5. Airplane on the way to California. I puked afterwards. Still not sure why I went down in the aisle as I was walking to the bathroom but the airline sent me a sweet pen and apologized for my unpleasant experience.

4. College campus outside the girl’s bathroom. I had to call off the medical people and hurry back to class to turn in a paper. Priorities people!

3. On the toilet at home. My Grammy found me after making some weird-ass moaning noises. My mom confirmed yesterday that I still do that when I faint.

2. In the dentist chair while I was pregnant with my son. At least I was already lying down. Mid-filling I fainted and when I came to they asked me if I wanted to reschedule. “No dammit!  Just finish,” was the jist of my response.

1. In the ICU last year when my grandma was waking up from anesthesia after a major operation. Just for the record, fainting in a hospital is a bad idea. They force you to go to the ER where all you do is consume the most expensive turkey sandwich you’re likely to ever have and their tests tell you what you already know.

There have been lots of other places but I think these are the best ones.

Cheers from the Fainter-Extraordinaire!

Are you a fainter? If so, feel free to share with me your best fainting story. I could use the camaraderie here people 🙂


My Old Man Dog


DSC01185Here’s Doc, my old man dog. He’s a goon and has taken to napping on the couch and my bed when I leave. I know this because his fur is everywhere but that’s because he doesn’t get brushed very often. My bad.

A few days ago I dragged the kids and dogs out back behind our house for an hour traipse through the woods and such. We had fun mostly until our toes, ears and hands chilled and the thought of watching a movie was more appealing. The dogs certainly enjoyed wandering around and not listening to me at all, especially Doc. I’ve determined that Doc, at ten years of age, is going deaf. I yell for him and his ears don’t even turn in my direction. I call his name in the house and he just lays there on his doggie bed zoned out. This may,  in fact, be selective hearing at its best but it too may be that he’s aging.


This picture made me grin when I took it after our walk. He didn’t even move as I hovered around him. He’s really going grey around the eyes.


And these are his huge paws that he never grew into. When he was a puppy we thought he was going to be huge. He weighs in at about 65 pounds which isn’t small by any means but he was probably the runt mutt. My 3 year old son has hands that look too large for his body. I call them his puppy paws and I’m wondering if he’s going to be as tall as my brothers’ 6’3” height or closer to his dad’s height that topped out just under 6′. Only time will tell.


Doc eventually realized I was sitting on the floor so he dragged his tired self over to me and snuggled in to resume his nap.


Of course, soon after Doc repositioned himself Dragon came over to interrupt his peace.

I’m certainly going to miss my furry nuisance when he’s gone. For now I will enjoy our quick snuggles before they get interrupted and bring a leash on our walks to keep him with me when we get near the houses.