Monday, October 15, 2012

We Have Puppies!

I have to admit that as cute and wonderful as puppies are, I'm not entirely thrilled about them.

We've been feeding and sheltering a stray highway drop off dog since she found her way to our home about 2 months ago. At first I tried to take her to the SPCA but was told that I would have to pay for her spay and vaccinations first, and being the cheap ass that I am, I said 'I am NOT paying that much money for a dog that isn't even mine, I'll just find her a home myself!'. It was a great idea in theory, but do you want to know how many people are looking for a grown dog with no house training and are willing to drive into the boondocks to go get her? Not many, and being 39 weeks pregnant myself didn't help much. I put in the effort to find her a new home for about a week, and after that I was too self absorbed and miserable to care, and she was a good dog, so I wasn't in any hurry.

Miles was born about two weeks into her stay, and my giveashit went from poor to nonexistent. She wasn't harming anything, Wyatt loved her, and I was too busy to make myself lunch, much less search for a new home for a stray dog. A couple weeks later it became obvious that she was a package deal. We kind of knew that if she wasn't already bred when she arrived, she would probably be shortly seeing as Lance's dog, CJ is still intact (don't even get me started), but again the idea of paying to spay a dog we didn't intend to keep on our budget seemed ridiculous... so we procrastinated, and here we are. 

Missy has now been with us for just under 2 months, and her puppies have been with us since last Saturday... so I can safely say that since the gestation of a dog is 9 weeks, and she had only been with us for 7 when she had her puppies, we officially have 7 Idunowatdafuks on our hands to find homes for. So you can see why I'm not thrilled at the prospect of puppies... as if one dog wasn't enough to find a home for, I now get to find homes for her 7 offspring. We have decided to just have her spayed once the puppies are gone and keep her as a pet (Wyatt yelling 'Mimi!' out the window is too cute, she has officially won us over).

If anything, they're cute, and pretty cool looking. It's like buying one of those brown paper 'surprise' bags full of candy as a kid, and when you open it up GUESS WHAT! It's candy! Well GUESS WHAT! It's a dog! yaaaaaaay...

It's not like I'm a stranger to the whole finding-puppies-new-homes thing anyway. It seems as though every time I have a baby, I get puppies too... I may never procreate again for this very reason. Our other dog, Lily was pregnant the same time as me, and on day 2 of my induction (11 days overdue at that point) we got a call from our neighbor saying 'You've got puppies!'... I kid you not, I have never been more pissed off about puppies as I was in that moment. Something about the fact that even the stupid dog had beat me really chapped my ass, and my mood went from dismal to down right depressed. 

This is one of the many reasons why I'm not a dog person. The end.

So now here is my Miles with his new friend who I've already named Sully, the paper bag puppy, and a couple of Miles because ya know... he's cute and all.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Halloween is coming!!

Wrapping a newborn in toilet paper is far more labor intensive than I expected... but SO worth it!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Miles' Playtime Adventures!

Guess whose turn it is?! 

I cannot even begin to tell you how much more difficult it is to put these together with a toddler in the house... I put the first one together 4 times before I got a chance to take the picture.

This was taken when Miles was just a week old :)

and the one we did today for Thanksgiving:

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!

And Happy October 7th for my American Friends...


In case you forgot somehow...

Friends and family (Lance especially) have been nagging me for months that I should pursue photography... to be 100% honest it is only recently that I've improved enough to take pictures that I would be willing to pay money for. I'm picky and extremely critical of my work, so the idea of having people pay me to photograph them and then be responsible for providing them with quality work is a task that seemed (and is still) daunting.

But I decided a few weeks back that I would give it a shot, and would only charge what I felt was fair. I'm not a professional by any means, but I enjoy it and you know what they say about doing what you love. Plus, I've been feeling the need to get out and do something that doesn't entirely involve my kids since Miles was born. Is that bad? I love them to the moon and back, but I think it's important to feel a purpose outside of the house... at least for me it is.

So then there was the task of naming myself. I wanted something more than Firstname Lastname Photography, because besides my friends in the business (of whom I have a few), I have a hard time remembering most photographers who just use their names. I also read somewhere that (for obvious reasons) 'named' businesses are more memorable, and tend to get more business. Obviously my work is going to reflect me more than the name, but I also wanted the name... okay I'm talking in circles now.

Eventually I settled on 'Wild at Heart (Photography by Caitlyn Blake)'. I'm very happy with it. It reminds me of Wyatt every time I hear it or see it, because I don't think there is a better way to describe him.

So without further ado, I give you some of my favorites from this summer... oh, and the little one with the dark hair and stuff, that is Mr. Miles himself :)

Presenting Mr. Miles Ernest!

These are from back in June for Wyatt's 18 month shoot

And fun on the trampoline :)

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Miles' Birth Story... Short Version

Very short version, actually.

I've been making birth announcements for people via my etsy shop* for several months now, and I've had the pleasure of reading several short birth stories from many different people so that I can create a unique, personalized announcement for them. It's been very rewarding and I finally got around to making one for Miles tonight (hell, I'm not sleeping anyways, I might as well stay up a little later right?).

So here is the short version. Had my membranes stripped at 1:30 (3cm), labored from about 3pm, tried to sleep around 11pm, woke up at 1am, got to the hospital at 2am (4cm), labored 2 more hours (5-6cm), had my water broken at 4:30 (8cm), prayed to the porcelain gods at 5. My Mom arrived at 5:15, I was checked at 6am (9cm), had to push at 6:01am (was told to stop), screamed that I had to push at 6:02 (was told to stop), said 'fuck you all, I'll catch this baby myself if I have to' (okay not really, but I wanted to) at 6:03, doc wandered in at 6:04, Miles came into the world, perfectly round head and all at 6:08am, and my whole world changed. Now I have 2 beautiful boys, and I couldn't be happier.

So here is Miles' birth story announcement:

*found here for those of you looking:

Good Holy Hell I'm Bad at This

Enough said? Yup.

Let me catch you up...

Last time I wrote (March) I was knocked up! Yay!

April - Lance and I fought over whether or not to find out whether our newest little monster was a boy or a girl, the short story is that I won that argument, and you can find our sex reveal video here:

June: Wyatt turned 18 months old!! Wow... totally not ready for that. According to the health nurses and their on call pediatrician he is still starving to death, we're still waiting for him to keel over. I'm thinking that we might get a warning before it actually happens... like maybe he'll slow down or something. Who knows. Obviously not me, because I'm not qualified.

August: I spent the first half of the month praying that baby would take his time coming so that I had a few more weeks to tame my wild toddler, and spent the last half of the month so exhausted from taming said toddler that I could no longer stand to be pregnant any longer... Just as I did with Wyatt, I got huge, uncomfortable, and incredibly irritable toward the end, especially after Wyatt threw a shoe into someone's food when we were out to lunch. Thankfully I went into labor the next day and my prayers were answered when he arrived in perfect health after 15 hours of the most amazing labor I could have asked for on August 31st (a blue moon). Birth story to come, I promise it won't be as depressing as Wyatt's.

His name is Miles Ernest, and he is perfect.. at least for the next 8 months... when he starts walking I'll get back to you.

September: We came home from the hospital on September 1st, just over a full 24 hours after Miles' birth and spent the rest of the month adjusting to 2 under 2. It's really not nearly as bad as I expected. Miles is really mellow and relaxed for the most part. Stick a boob in his mouth and he's happier than a pig in shit. Wyatt has surprised us since becoming a big brother, he has calmed down 1000 fold and no longer throws shoes in restaurants... although he has discovered my greatest weakness, the Moby wrap, because contrary to it's purpose, it actually makes things a lot more difficult with an unruly toddler. Let's just say that I no longer try wear Miles while shopping.

October: AAAAND you've been updated! Yay! Once again I'm going to put my hand over my heart and swear that I'll be better this time... I should write this blog a ballad or something, for the number of times I've felt the need to apologize for my lackluster posting. It's just sad. Seriously.

Plans for the future? We have a Halloween 'Boo Bash' scheduled for the 27th, and Wyatt's 2nd birthday party in just under 2 months (WHHHAAAAT?) !! It's pirate themed this year and promises to be even better than last year's (which I totally neglected to post pictures of... didn't I say I was horrible at this blogging stuff?).

Speaking of birthday parties, planning and all that good stuff... of course, I discovered last week, much to my dismay, that Wyatt doesn't really like pirates. In fact he's scared of them, much like tunnels at the park and feather boas. As we were leaving my in-law's house my Mother-in-law grabbed a balloon from her drawer and blew it up for Wyatt (balloons are like kid-crack, and like any good toddler, Wyatt can't get enough of them). She turned the balloon so that he could see the skull pirate on the side, and he refused to take it. She turned the pirate away thinking maybe she could trick him but alas, he's smarter than us.

So I guess we'll see how this whole party thing goes. If anything, a bawling, cranky 2 year old dressed like a pirate it will make for good pictures to show off to his high school friends in 14 years when he misses curfew...