Baby Blue's

Matchy-Matchy with my main squeeze today! This photo was taken just moments before she shattered my iphone.

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Leave Nothing But Footprints

Georgia Day #2: Spent the day chasing peacocks for a pluck of just a wittle tail feather and playing catch with the baby black bears who attracted our audience of (4) with their ability to catch the carrots straight in the mouth!

The Lawrenceville petting zoo hit just the spot for little Zombie's adventure needs. The place even had a mini desert where she could pick up the rabbits! And let's not forget about the outlaw baby goats who jumped out of their cage and ran around trail, bunch of cuties!

I'll confess my first time in Georgia was filled with disappointment and trash talk of how "country" it really was compared to the bustling city of Orlando. This time I opened my heart the southern way and Georgia, you son-of-a-peach, you've won me over.

I'm super grateful to my cousin-in-law for suggesting the petting zoo. Not only was she worn out by the end of our trail but it was a great opportunity for us to confirm her understanding of each animal and their sounds and distinctions. Vacation & Education. BOOM BABY!

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Snores and Snuggles

In my household we have a lot of late nights that usually end in me maneuvering my pen around a head full of curls asleep on my lap in order for me to complete my assignments. How delicious it is to hear little rabbit snores coming from this miniature being who’s cuddled against me as my head spins around the interstellar masses of spherical and irregular galaxies… (Tonight we’re hashing out astronomy homework)

I often feel I don’t spend enough time with her and on quiet nights like these I realize she appreciates these tiny gestures as much as I do.

How do we become better parents? How do we dedicate more hours in a day that we really don’t have to these children who are crying for our attention… I once read an article that reminded me that parenting is renewed day-by-day. Every morning you wake up with a new opportunity to love your child more than the day before. Through the tantrums, through the frustration, we love them as much and as hard as the day before and somehow, through tiny specks of unicorn dust, they’ll understand these moments are everlasting between just you too.

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"Last One Mom, I Promise"

Being a parent definitely makes you reconsider many of the choices you make... tattoos however were never one of them, until now. Spontaneously hubs took me to get some new ink, I was stoaked! As I flaunted my new permanent ring however, I was met with several controversial conversations which had never come up in the past with my other tattoos.

"How would you feel if your daughter came home with an array of tattoos?" "How do you think this affects the way others deem you competent to be a parent?"

To answer their question, I believe in the power of individuality,and tattoos are a way of self-expression. I'd be happy my little Zombie found something she found beautiful enough to keep on her body forever.

What are your thoughts on the topic? How has your perception changed since having children and tattooing your body?

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24 and Fearful

Ah to be 24.... Is it wrong that I have no degree but a decent paying job and am blessed with a beautiful family? I feel like it's all going to catch up to me. You see, currently I'm struggling with whether or not I should stay in school. I pay my dues. I juggle a full-time job, full-time classes, a 2-year old Zombie, and an entrepreneur Barber hubs.

I go to school for something I HATE (accounting) and although I'm quickly climbing the corporate ladder, how much higher can I get before my non-degree self gets passed up for a fresh-faced college grad?

I know time's ticking and eventually I need to make a choice but for now I'll leave those fears aside and enjoy the little moments of reading bedtime stories to a little Zombie and jumping on freshly washed hotel sheets pretending to be Peter Pan.

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Targeted: SF

What a loving town SF is, (formerly known to me as "San Francisco") Where the daddies troll their toddlers dressed as dinosaurs up and down concrete hills in big red wagons and the independent ambiance of haight street lures you in with bright purple colored buildings and dread-heads wavering in and out of thrift shops.

I fell in love with the quaint corner store flower shops and the purposefully messy look of the San Franciscan community. As I boarded my plane home with my Underdogs baja burrito bowl tightly packed away I thought to myself... "if only I could somehow convince my hubs that earthquakes are harmless!"

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