This Willow Tree statue was so lovingly given to me by my child life co-workers. They said it represents all those I've touched. The relaxed posture and the folded arms are just how I love to settle in to a conversation. This is how I can best know my patients and co-workers. There is one friend that I know sees me exactly like this because we sit across the office from each other. I'd turn around in my chair with my arms folded on the back to engage in our conversations. I will truly miss this with my co-workers and most of all with my ER patients. 

I'm on my way out of a career that made me some of the best friends I'll ever have and saw me through the best and hardest times of my life. Engagement, marriage, buying 2 houses, and having 6 babies can't begin to describe the growing up I've done in the ER as a Certified Child Life Specialist. My co-workers and my patients have molded me into the parent and wife that I am today. In some ways the impact is good, and in others it isn't. Working in a pediatric ER leaves you with stories (scars) that change you in ways you never thought possible. For this I am grateful and a bit less joyful than I was 15 years ago. I have much work to do in my spiritual journey and it needs to be done away from the ER.

This new era in my life does not feel like a new beginning. It just feels like how my life is supposed to be. I sort of had my last day at work this week. I've had close to a 15 year career in a job that left me feeling like I made a true impact. Not every one can say, "I made a difference," each day. I can. Every family changed me, and I know that I changed many.

I left very quietly when my "last" shift was over and didn't tell anyone goodbye. I think many didn't even know it was my "last" shift. It was easier that way. I felt a lot of emotions, but most of them were pretty subdued. I've been preparing mentally for this since May. I went into work thinking it was my last day, only to be offered to stay on PRN; for now. Someone was hired for my position, but a full-time coworker put in her resignation this week. So the new hire was offered the full-time position and she accepted. So my position is still open. I think the plan is to attempt to fill the position, but in the meantime I will stay on and help when I can. So it was my last day...but it wasn't. That made it all very strange for me when leaving. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work a few more shifts. If I can stay on PRN indefinitely I think that's what I'd like to do. The thought of handing over my badge and keys was making me sick to my stomach.

A little backstory here: I haven't always felt like I wanted to stay in Child Life. Two years into my career I remember crying my eyes out to my husband because I was so stuck. I was intellectually bored at work and couldn't believe the career I chose had already run its course. I teared up to my boss as well. It was in a bit of a different fashion than to my husband. I didn't let on about how miserable I was, but I made it clear that I needed more. She brainstormed with me and gave me a few projects. It was summertime and census is always slow in the summer. She chalked my funk up to slow census and got me through the summer with busy work. It helped, but I knew it wasn't enough. My husband was comforting, but didn't have much sympathy. We had a baby on the way and needed the income. Thankfully I was able to go part time after the baby was born, and the change is exactly what I needed. Having a baby changed my view on life and my view on being in a career of service. My job was suddenly taking brain power again! It isn't always easy to know how to help a family in their most vulnerable moments. It appears to others that helping children understand simple medical procedures, complex medical procedures, trauma, and death are very natural to me. I know this because I am told by families and co-workers on a regular basis. They don't see what is going on in my brain in the process though. There is a never ending list of factors and theories to consider. 

OLOL has taken care of me for years......not only in my career, but also in my personal endeavors. Robin, the manager of the gift shop, has sold and sold and sold my coloring books for years. She made sure to send me off with a little extra love in the form of her signature balloons and stuffed animal. I just love her!

The day I interviewed for this job there was a press conference in the playroom to announce that we were officially a Children's Hospital even though we were within an adult hospital. We were no longer just a pediatric floor! The changes were subtle and slow after that announcement. The goal was always to build a free standing hospital. Now the opening of the freestanding hospital is imminent! The changes to move to a new location are drastic and most of them are still very unclear. This is really exciting, yet unnerving. It has all been so hard for me and I couldn't figure out why. After all, I like change. When I was in college I thrived at Louisiana Tech University on the quarter system. Classes were short in weeks, but intense in content. As soon as I got in a good rhythm the quarter was over. Yet I was always happy to start new classes and a new daily routine. I never felt stuck and I always had to stay on my toes. I thrive at home in our family ecosystem. I believe that is very much for the same reason. As soon as we get in a good rhythm as a family a child grows and changes and the entire dynamic changes. I like it that way! It keeps my life interesting and challenging.

So why can't I accept the changes that are looming ahead with the hospital? After much reflection I believe the difficulty I've had accepting the new hospital is for a few reasons. One is that I'm not involved in the change. I've only worked two days a week for years. I'm not there enough to be involved or give the input I want. My department has been asked, but I'm not there to participate in any of the processes. That makes it harder for me to accept the change. When our department hours were cut this summer I had to start working every other weekend on the inpatient units. I haven't worked weekends on the inpatient units in at least 10 years! Maybe longer. I don't know the staff and I am the only one there for my department. I felt isolated and half the time didn't know where things were and what was going on. Not to mention being the only one responsible for the whole hospital's child life needs for 20 hours is daunting. So daunting that I found it easier to just wait for requests rather than seek out the needs. This left me unfulfilled. I just couldn't seem to shake that or fix it. The changes that came in my career after being so set in my ways were not up-lifting. I was sad my hours got cut. I was angry. I was hurt. Then I was excited because I was going to work less days in a month. I had high hopes for the new schedule to really work for the department, for me, and for my family. As much as I wanted it to work, it just didn't. I can do all the wanting in the world, but wanting isn't going to meet our needs. I am needed at home to care for our family. The job of "mother" is no joke people. I felt like I was playing house for years, but the last five have been much more challenging on all fronts.

Another reason I don't want to accept the changes is because I AM TIRED. I am burned out. I am not who I want to be when at work. My dear friend, and full-time co-worker, put her notice in this week and wrote a beautiful blog about her decision to pursue a new career. Still with children, but different. I loved reading her words about what led her to resign from one career and have "new beginnings" in another. I encourage you to read her words here: https://jesusandjello.wordpress.com and to continue reading her post because she is amazing! I am not a writer, hence the choppiness of my post, but she is a real storyteller! For years I have viewed my job as a means to assist in providing for my family. I love what I do when I am in the thick of it with a patient, but my heart is 100% at home. When they go to bed I can work on my photography business, rileyroo photography, LLC and my child life private practice, Rachael C.A.R.E.S., LLC. To be honest though most days I'm too exhausted. So for now we are pinching a lot of pennies and when the baby goes to school I can hit the businesses full force. 

To finish this choppy spilling of my brain, I cannot even express the gratitude I have for my parents and my in-laws for loving my children and keeping them safe, for FREE, for many of my shifts for the last 13 years of our parenting journey. If it wasn't for free childcare I never would have been able to work and have so many children. The support they have given us over the years has made our life wonderful. I am excited that I don't need to use my family for such long hours for childcare anymore. God created us to be social and to help others. However, it is quite humbling to ask again and again without being able to give back. I have taken more than my share of help, and know that I will be able to give it back to others now. The cycle is beautiful and infinite. 

To all those I will no longer see, or rarely see...

These girls...

This momma...

These girls with their daddy...

SO MUCH LOVE! 

Oh and can you believe it actually looks like fall? What?!!!! We go from green to dead in South Louisiana. We don't usually get this sort of beauty for fall or winter photos. I am so thrilled about this tree making our photos look awesome! (Although the people are pretty enough on their own.)

I just adore the color palette Katy chose for their photos. They all coordinate, but aren't matchy match! Perfect! I know first hand that it isn't easy to dress everyone this way for a photo shoot, and she nailed it! 

Ok, so this little bit is ONE! Happy Birthday baby girl! I got to photograph her spending time with her family on her actual birthday. How cool is that? In hindsight I was thinking I should have brought a little birthday prop of sorts to the shoot, but then when editing I realized these are just perfect the way they are. This is life, this is family time. This was not "stress for a birthday photo". It was let's celebrate our healthy; whole family. I think we did just that and got some classic, timeless, portraits for baby's first birthday in the process. 

I probably said it last year, and I'll say it again this year, these kids are so amazing! It was so challenging for a couple of years when they were younger. Now they rock out their sessions like pros! I just love getting to see them and photograph them.

Oh and doesn't this momma just dress them in the most precious clothes? They always coordinate, without being matchy match. Love it! 

6 months

How precious is this? This family was a referral from another client years ago. I have just loved watching them grow so much. They are so full of joy and love! Every time I am with them I am so grateful for this job.  

"Grandkids bring you into a sweeter, slower present. They show you the future at a time when a lot of your friends are thinking about the past. And they take you back to childhood--theirs, the Parent's, your own: a three-time admittance to wonderland."
-Adair Lara

It was seriously amazing working with a full crew of cooperative and smiling clients! They were all so awesome. I always forget to warn everyone before I start shooting that I am going to be ALL up in their business. I adjust hands, feet, hair, and arms non-stop. They were all so patient with me and really naturals at taking direction. I also really love their blue color scheme. They all looked fantastic together! 

Isn't this location gorgeous? Louisiana swamp = beautiful!  

Charlie girl is full of free spirit in so many ways. She wants to do only what she wants to do when she wants to do it, and no more. Ever. She is a force to be reckoned with. She and Camille both said they wanted to apply for talented art around the same time last year. They both completed their portfolios this week. There were challenges with each of them, but especially in motivating Charlie. I should know by now what makes her tick, but I just don't. I lose my patience and so does she. I did learn towards the end to bribe her with "friend" time in order to wrap this up. She was initially unteachable, but became more and more open as we went through the process. Reflecting back on the experience makes me realize just how much she grew throughout. I am so proud of the way she changed and jumped over several hurdles. She is really hard on herself and tries not to let others see. Well I see, and I feel you kid. Me too babe, me too.

Free Time

SkatingI love to skate!

The Heart of Te Fiti

(not her intent, but we realized after it was finished)

Clay collected from Mae Mae's yard, wet, and formed into a bowl that was set in the sun to dry.   Clay bowl

Fall

We discussed lighting and composition for a long time. She took several photos of the pears she set up in different ways. Then she finalized in post processing on the computer.  (She definitely didn't love the computer side of it, but she thoroughly enjoyed the photographing.) The beginnings of cobbler cake

The Way I See

Flower painting made using cut up, recycled materials

The way I see

Pears

Chalk pastels.

This one is so simple, yet so wonderful.

Charlie

Snack?

Chalk pastels Charlie

Nature

Made by hammering real flowers onto watercolor paper.   Charlie

Apples

Acrylic on canvas

Charlie

Conform

Acrylic on canvas

Charlie

Reaching Many

Color Pencils on paper

Charlie

Heaven's Gates

Charlie

Pi

Pi, Pi, mathematical pi. 3.14159pi (sing to the tune of American Pie)

Reaching

Oil pastels and graphite 

Double Whew! 2 kids in TAP, 2 applying. I get another 2 years (at least) before the next kid asks. If she doesn't, that's ok. However, she already has a pretty good eye. I may have to encourage Denis to do the pushing with her when the time comes. 

Camille has quite the eye. She has been wanting to try out for talented art since early last year. This is one determined little girl. She gets so frustrated with herself and cannot understand why her art doesn't look as good as Riley's. She has excellent vision and better than her age execution. She just doesn't understand that her art will not look like someone's who is twice her age. She will step away (aka storming and stomping loudly) from the project and come back shortly with new determination. She always gets the job done, and she does it well. 

Clay leaf dish

Kneaded clay, rolled out, pressed a real leaf into, cut out, baked, and painted

Camille

Earth

Camille

Witches Feet

Camille

Clay Dish

Made from clay dug up from Mae Mae's yard, mixed with water, formed into the dish, and baked in the sun. 

Camille

Day Lilies

This is a photograph taken by Camille after a discussion about light, cropping, and background. She also did post processing on the computer to choose the final cropping and contrast. 

Oranges

Oil pastels Camille

Pelican

Watercolor and marker

Camille

Cat

Camille

Gator Camille

Wolfie

Camille

My Night

On canvas with acrylic paint and glitter

Camille

Crabbie

Sunflower

My Books

This process was far from easy. I forgot how painful it was with Riley (I don't remember Paul being as difficult). She expressed the interest and desire, but 14 original pieces with varying mediums is a lot to ask of a child. Especially a 6 year old. Lucky for her she has a REALLY pushy momma. I know that sounds bad, but it's ok if she gets in and decides it isn't for her a few years from now. That's fine with me. I'm not looking to raise an entire family of artists, but I want them exposed to art history and to learn a bit more than the basics while they can. 

Whew, it's done! Now we wait for approval for state testing. I'm impressed even if they aren't. She is a really good listener that let me teach her a lot. I know a TAP teacher will be able to draw (pun intended) the best out of her. 

1.) Wait for a decent day after many hot months.

2.) Realize you are all home at the same time.

3.) Tell husband you think you should set up the tripod and snap a new family photo.

4.) Run to closets to attempt to find complementing clothes.

5.) Go back to the living room to discover NO ONE else has moved an inch.

6.) Try to get their behinds in gear and listen to their whining. 

7.) Ask husband why he isn't helping.

8.) Try to be nice when he says, "This is crazy. I need at least a month notice to prepare mentally for this." 

9.) Wait 3 years, because you are so mad about the comment you acted blasé about, and husband will ask why he doesn't have a recent family photo to put in his office.

10.) Politely remind him of his comment from 3 years ago and offer to take a new photo whenever he is ready. 

Last but not least...

11.) Hire a photographer during good weather season and promise husband you will reward him for his good mood before, during, and after the shoot. 

We managed a last minute family photo on Christmas Eve a couple of years in a row. I was impressed with us. They aren't photo shoot quality like I want to have, but they worked for that time in our lives. One or more of us is kind of a mess in each. It's at least proof that we all belong together.

2016

2017

Outdoor Photo shoot, Covington Louisiana

I haven't see this joyful gal since high school! It was such a pleasure to have her family in front of my camera. Sweet little Josie scraped her knee on the way to the car to come take photos. So they were running a few minutes behind. That made for some challenging lighting scenarios for me, but we made do. These kiddos were patient with my artistic self. I will say my lighting isn't as consistent as I prefer for a finished gallery, but overall we did great considering the sun was setting. 

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This boy is definitely 10 and definitely boy! He was fun and funny. I took quite a few photos and poses of him because he was having fun with it! Love love love this age! 

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Colt captured my heart right away with his quiet cooperativeness. Maybe he knew the other two would be more challenging. Ha!  Outdoor Photo shoot, Covington Louisiana

I never would have guessed Josie is only 3. She was such a little lady and followed my instructions so well. Her momma should be proud of Josie and proud of herself for teaching her.  Outdoor Photo shoot, Covington Louisiana

I always try and sneak just mom and dad in a photo together. I'm getting better at posing them too. Couples photography has never been my strong suit, but over time I'm figuring it out. My favorite is seniors and families. These 2 were fun to work with though. They were patient with the kids, and most of all patient with me!  Outdoor Photo shoot, Covington Louisiana

I can't even tell you in words how happy this sibling picture makes me. I mean, look at it! Look at it again. So adorable!!!! That little blond headed Colt makes it perfect doesn't he? That grin is awesome!  Outdoor Photo shoot, Covington Louisiana

In hindsight I didn't take nearly enough photos of this crew. I really could have spent ALL day with them. I kind of wish I had. Coolest, neatest, most awesome, rad, amazing, God-loving people I've ever met.

Starting with these two...

then came Luke...

...then came Lydia...
...then came Abigail... ...then came Julia... ...then came Adam... ...then came Rebecca... ...then came Victoria.
I have NEVER and I mean NEVER had this many people in a photo together be so cooperative. Ever. Oh and adults are the worst at not looking at the camera, or playing with their hair, or talking to their children. I expect it to be difficult with kids, but not these kids. My own children act like goof balls when I try to get them all together. My oldest two are the worst. They insist on funny poses or goofy faces. Not this crew. Nope. They sat there. They let me adjust hands, feet, legs, and hair. Then they stayed that way so I could take the photo. I mean what kind of magic is this? I need some parenting lessons from their awesome momma and daddy! I want 1,000 more photos of this crew. I have a lot of ideas and things I'd love to do with them. The littlest human was getting kind of sweaty and antsy, so we called it quits a little early. The cool thing is I got to go see their chickens and goats. That should be a whole shoot in and of itself. Next time..

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My favorite part of photography is watching my families grow and change. I am so thankful this family chose me as their photographer for baby E's whole first year of life. This is only the second session and I love how much they've all grown into their roles as a family of 4. 

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I took this photo of the flowers before our session began. I was letting my camera acclimate to the humidity while waiting to get started. I also got to meet the neatest 94 year old man out that was out for a walk. He is a WWII veteran and was proudly wearing his hat. He let me take his photo! I won't share it here because I didn't get a signed model release, but it came out so precious. I'm going to print and mail it to him (I made sure to get his address because he doesn't use the internet). Mr. Robert told me all about his wife and children and asked me all about my family. Pinch me because this isn't really my job is it? I mean how fun is that? Waiting to get a shoot started and getting to chat it up with a stranger was so much fun! I hope I get many more of those opportunities in my lifetime. 

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E's big sister also had photos taken in this chair when she was his age. Their momma is going to love comparing them when printed. 

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Here's big sister in the same chair. It'll be fun to look at her 3 month and her 3 year side by side as well! 

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First Friday Holy Hour St. Benedict's Catholic Churchrileyroo photography by Rachael Beck We love going to Holy Hour so much. My kids go to child care and have the best time making crafts, watching movies, playing outside, and eating popcorn. I get an hour to praise Jesus in such a beautiful way.

There is always live music from various super talented people that sing their hearts out for our sweet Jesus. I can't thank them enough for that precious hour where I can sing my heart our too (I have zero musical talent, but there are enough people singing that it doesn't matter that I add my voice to it). Through that music I can quiet my brain and find rest when I am there. It is a refreshing way to start my weekend once a month. I am so thankful to my sweet friend that invited me a year or so ago. I've gone ever since. My mom, dad, and sister joined me once. Denis has joined me a few times, and my dad has several more times. 

I took these photos so the coordinator can use them in the promotion of Holy Hour on social media. We want to spread the word so that more people can share in this wonderful time with us. Feel free to share this post. If you see the invite on Facebook please invite others even if you cannot attend. 

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2019 SENIOR

Randi loves her dog, her truck, and being active. We tried to show that with some of her photos. (Her truck was in the shop on shoot day so we will have to get a few with it at a later date).

I will say that beautiful dog is BIG and STRONG! Which means Randi has to be strong too. It was fun watching them together.

This property was seriously awesome to be on. There were too many great spots to choose from, so we hopped from one to the next. We didn't even touch the surface of the perfect shooting spots! I mean just look at the character of the surroundings in every shot! This place has a story of its own to tell. 

Randi was the most genuine person to work with. We took a few minutes to warm up to each other and learn to communicate (which is key when photographing seniors). Once we did we took soooo many photos! I stayed way longer than intended (again that property), and took way more photos than normal. Randi was an awesome subject and worked with me until we found what was best for both of us (and her sweet momma). I love so much when clients share their ideas with me. I know what I'm doing, but they are the ones that make each shoot unique. It's harder to truly show the person I photograph if they don't bring something to the table as well. Randi and her mom were great at that!

Oh and I can't thank the momma's of these seniors enough for being my assistants by hauling my reflector around and positioning it for me. They are quick learners! 

This momma's priority was a great family photo and by golly I think we got it! 

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As I was taking photos of this crew and listening to mom and grandfather direct/correct the kids I thought to myself, "huh, that sounds just like me." Or at least what I think I sound like. My sister won't talk to me on the phone when my kids are home or awake because I'm so scattered and have sudden outbursts. It was refreshing to hear someone else sound like me. You know what, it didn't even sound bad. I always thought I did. It just sounded like an adult doing what they are supposed to do with their children. It was great! 

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Momma wanted this boy to show his teeth when he smiled, but he flat out refused. I just want to say to her that I think this is an EXCELLENT photo of her 3 little loves. I hope to get one of my six like this soon. I'll take smirks and looking at the camera in a heart beat. :) 

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I don't think I can ever say enough how amazing grandparents are. 

I know so very many families living with disabilities. There are such a wide range of needs that the general population isn't even aware of. To many people, adult and children alike, look "normal". Whatever that means, because who's really normal? Right? We all have God given talents. Some are more noticeable to the public, some not. Maybe the people that seem even keel, AKA normal, are subdued. In turn it makes those with obvious differences the normal ones. Are you following me? 

To clarify, this is referring to families that have disabilities that aren't obvious to the public. Another day I'll feature a family on the obvious side of the disability range.

For today I'm featuring this amazing mom and son that self advocate to find the sensory accommodations they need. Not only have they helped themselves, they've helped so many others. (Be sure to follow our Facebook business page for more about that story later.)

Meet Anne and Michael

I had so much fun photographing them together. This cat wandered into our shoot. We don't know him, so of course we were wary. (However, I do know that he is well taken care of and belongs to a neighbor.) So Anne was comfortable letting Michael interact with the cat. Michael had an obvious fasciation, and Anne had a love for this creature that I could feel as she was talking about him after he wandered off.

This whole photo session was like an adventure for Michael and Anne. They just spent time together as a mother and son and I got to capture that! Is this really my job? Pinch me please so I can be sure. (Be gentle though or I might come back at you. I'm a feisty little thing). 

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 Initially I wouldn't have guessed Michael has a disability, but the more I interacted with him the more I knew. I'm not sure everyone would have picked up on it as soon as I did, but my college degree is Family and Child Studies so I have a bit more knowledge about that whole "normal" thing than most. Anne has to keep close reigns on Michael, yet at the same time she finds a way to give him quite a bit of freedom. It was fascinating to watch as a mother and as a child development expert.  Covington, Louisiana portrait photographer photographing families with disabilities. Families with disabilities, covington, louisiana portrait photographer, senior photographer, rileyroo photography, Rachael Beck

One of Anne's goals for the session was to really capture who and what they are together. We wanted to tell their story in photos, so we chose fishing to be part of the session. It is something they do together on a regular basis. They had a great time and taught me a couple of fishing tips in the process! Michael insisted that I fish. Thankfully we were running out of daylight and time so I got out of that one, whew! 

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A couple of my children have had speech delays and one a minor developmental delay. Just those little tiny things made our lives busier and harder for a time. Anne's struggles will last for all the years to come. It is so hard for me, and I'm sure the general population, to imagine what life would be like having a child with a disability. I have 2 nephews with disabilities as well, and know that my sister and my brother do not get to live "normal" lives and never will. However, I can say with certainty that they have found and continue to re-find their normal more often than I can comprehend. 

If you made it through my rambling and you are a family with a disability I'd like to offer a discount for a photo session. A regular session with me cost $250, but I'd like to offer the same session package for $220 for families with disabilities. Click here to see the details. This would be the session listed first on the page. Check it out and connect with me. Be sure to tell me you saw this post and that you are a family with a disability. Please know that I truly want to do a free session for every family with disabilities that wants one. There are two roadblocks to that though. 1. I'd get overwhelmed and not be able to to all of the work. 2. I have to feed 6 little mouths at home. So for now the best I can offer is a discount.

I hope you all have a great day and feel a little more open to loving those around you. You never know when a mom, dad, grandparent, or sibling of a child with or without an obvious disability needs a little extra love. ~Rachael

2019 Senior

This young lady is amazing! It is quite normal to feel shy in front of a camera. Chloe certainly did starting out, but warmed right up.

She had EXCELLENT suggestions as well. She was so much fun to be with and work with. I can only hope I'll have some reason to photograph her again one day. One time wasn't enough! 

Isn't Chloe just stunning? I took many more photos than necessary, and had a VERY hard time narrowing it down to my normal 30 in a session. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, and her style...

There was something about going back to my hometown (even though I don't live far) and experiencing the atmosphere with the morning regulars. Classic cars parked outside the cafe, old men standing around visiting, and the alligator sleeping were all enough to make me nostalgic. What a wonderful town!

Chloe had major back surgery a year ago. Despite that, she is on the swim team. You wouldn't believe the muscles this girl has! Maybe she should train me. :) Anyhow, she certainly earned the right to rock this letter jacket! 

If I have one regret it's that I didn't have senior portraits like this taken of myself. I worked the summer before my senior year, so I certainly could have paid for it. I know my kids would love looking back at me in my youth. I know I'd enjoy looking back and seeing myself right when I was not ready/ready to tackle the world outside of this hometown. 

You would never guess by looking at these beautiful people that we took these photos in July in Louisiana. IT. IS. HOT. Despite that little fact I can say with confidence that we all finished this shoot with smiles on our faces and laughter in our hearts. We all had a good time!

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Oh boy, all boy! His momma told me he likes art and drawing, so I attempted some related conversation during my one on one photos with him. I have a son that is a talented artist, so you'd think I could come up with some decent conversation right? Wrong! I was in full artist mode myself and my social skills just couldn't keep up. So I asked him what he likes to draw. To which he responded, "anything." So I said, ummmmm (because my brain had nothing). Then, ok so you would draw a dog chasing his tail? Can we say lame attempt at connecting and getting your subject to give a genuine smile? Regardless of my inadequacy, he photographs so handsomely!  Aucoin FamilyCovington Louisiana family photographer, portrait photography, Rachael Beck, rileyroo photography

This singer and dancer nailed every pose I suggested. She was kind, fun, and so full of joy. I have NEVER in my life said I wanted to go back to my childhood, and especially not to my teenage years. She just kind of makes me want to though. Oh she wants a camera, so she was really interested in what I was doing. I just loved when she was fascinated with the bokeh when looking at a few photos on my camera screen. One day when I really have consistency with my technique I'd love to do some teaching for a few friends that have expressed interest. 

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We prayerfully chose these experienced godparents for Quinn. With a family so large she's going to need lots of prayers to stay sane in the midst of it all.

Julie is Denis' cousin, and her mother is Denis' godmother. (What a fun connection in addition to being family.)

I think most of you know, but just in case you don't, the handsome fella we chose to be godfather is my forever devoted brother. 

We feel so blessed to have such an amazing family devoted to prayer and ready to guide/push our little one into the arms of Jesus throughout her life.

Deacon Dennis blessing the water to make it holy.

Here is the maker and the wearer of this beautiful baptismal gown that's been passed down for years. 

My mother never disappoints. Here's another fantastic cake in the books! 

  Quinn Baptism

Once again, my mother ROCKS! We sent her a picture earlier in the week of Etta wearing this kitty cat apron. She showed up to the party with a birthday cake to match! 

...and we ended with party animals. 

In preparation for Quinn's baptism I had a little bit of fun photographing the family baptismal gown my mother made.

This gown has been worn by my mother's children (except one twin, Teresa, because two can't wear it at the same time) and all of their children.

My mother's children that wore the gown: Tony, Carrie, Jessica, Jaime, Rachael

My mother's grandchildren that have worn the gown: Emily, Cooper, Nicholas, Jacob, Reed, Riley, Paul, Charlie, Camille, Etta, and very soon Quinn.

I guess this was the right year to buy a giant white van and name it Snowstorm. 

Oh sweet girl you weren't even THAT early, but you fooled us all into thinking you were just fine for about an hour. You really are just fine now though. You were well above your birthweight before your due date. You are really a champ! We have had a busy couple of weeks home, and couldn't be happier that you are here with us! 

Mom and Nanny Jaime worked so hard during your first photo shoot at home. This yellow and white crochet blanket is super special. It was mom's when she was a baby. Her aunt made it many moons ago, and now you get to use it. 

14 days

Many things happened during the time you were still in the hospital. Mom had to take all of your siblings for eye doctor appointments. Mom made the appointments for when we thought she would still be pregnant with you. She was 4 days too late with that plan. Oops. After spending 2 days in a row at the eye doctor, instead of at the hospital with you, the only kid that ended up needing glasses is the oldest. It was still time well spent since mommy got some 1:1 time with each of the other kids. 

Happy Thanksgiving! This was an especially hard day for your mom. The nurse practitioner was letting mom nurse you. Dad had been at work all week and mom had been finding various family members to watch the other kids so she could be at the hospital. Your dad was finally home for a day and it was Thanksgiving. Dad wanted mom at home to celebrate and mom just wanted to be at the hospital with you. Mom was able to spend 3 hours with you before Thanksgiving lunch (even though dad wanted her home sooner). The kids made these awesome utensil holders and prayers for us to say together before lunch. After lunch we drove to the Christmas tree farm to pick out our tree. (Not much gets in the way of your dad's traditions, including a baby in the hospital.) Mom was super emotional because of this. In hindsight it was a great thing for your mom to spend the day with your dad, the other kids, and to pick out our tree.

Your dad made this super awesome sweet potato dish that met all of your mom's special diet requests. Thanks dad! 

This is real life right here Quinn. Picking out a tree on Thanksgiving, an hour from home, with you in NICU, cold weather (and not dressed appropriately), one kid crying, one smiling, one looking exactly like her mother, one being goofy, and one looking grumpy. Despite all of that, you can see from the pictures below that it was a really fun adventure! 

Just a few short days later your mom and dad went to the hospital the second they would let them into the NICU so they could wait to be discharged with you. 

After all the pain of getting you here and getting you healthy this was the best photo you could manage with your mom. Ha! Thanks kid. 

Mom took a traditional on the scale photo right after birth with the other 5 kids. That wasn't an option with you, so she grabbed one right before discharge from the NICU. It isn't accurate since you are fully clothed, but it'll have to do. You were actually 5 pounds 6 ounces that day; the tiniest of all the Beck babies. 

Mom and dad had to buy this gigantic commercial van to fit you in for family adventures - you are well worth it baby girl! 

Here are your 5 siblings in awe of you when mom and dad brought you in the house for the first time. Mom and dad wouldn't let any of them touch you because they all had colds, but that didn't keep them from staring at you for a loooooong time.  

Your first Christmas ornament gets to represent your hospital stay. It includes your pulse ox, EKG leads, preemie pacifier, hat, and hospital band. We couldn't fit your eye mask, ear muffs, and blood pressure cuff so mom saved them in your keepsake box. 

Paul was the first big sibling to hold you after you got home. He just adores you! 

He was also the photographer for your first bath at home. Good job Paul. 

1 big sister finally getting to hold you.

Another big sister finally getting to hold you.

A third big sister finally getting to hold you.

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Our little fighter! 

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Only as big as her stuffed animal. 

You were done with photos for the day. 

You fit in your homemade stocking, with room to spare, from Aunt Re!

Your future bed in the bunk room. You are so so tiny, but we know you will grow faster than we want. 

The snuggle is seriously real. You LOVE snuggles, and we love giving them to you. 

Mom will keep taking a million pictures like she did with the rest of your siblings, because you are perfect and wonderful! We thank God every single day for the blessing of you. 

 Quinn Colice Beck

I'm not sure what made me set up the tripod while the kids were at school last Monday, but it dawned on me that I only had 1 other picture of being pregnant with Quinn and it was from months ago. I really thought I had at least another week. Then while I was editing the photos I started feeling weird. I was having a lot of contractions and cold sweats. I wasn't really in a lot of pain; I just didn't feel right. In conversation with the nurse practitioner we decided it would be best that I go in to the assessment center to get checked out. At my appointment the Thursday before the NP said I was 3 cm dilated and I shouldn't work in Baton Rouge that weekend. I chose to go to work anyhow because I couldn't imagine starting my leave and not having her yet. That just didn't make sense to me. I'm glad I went to work. I don't, in any way, think that contributed to having her early. It was an easy weekend shift (they aren't usually). So back to Monday: since I wasn't feeling right and was 3 cm dilated I went to the assessment center. The nurse put me at 1.5 cm dilated with consistent contractions, but said they weren't strong. So they sent me home. I was TICKED! What do you mean? The NP got it wrong? It's a really good thing I went to work over the weekend. I probably won't have her for another 2 weeks.

So I spent ALL day Tuesday attacking my house. Denis couldn't figure out what I was doing. I said to him that when you are pregnant, hormonal, and angry for having to cancel a paid photo shoot with a repeat client so you can "get checked," you take it out on your house. I didn't want to have her Monday, I didn't want to have her before 38 weeks. Regardless, I sure was mad about the false info. from the NP and new info. from the assessment center. 

I wasn't so angry by Wednesday. I was feeling better about things and glad I could go to work the next day. Denis and I took Etta to school, went for a free pedicure (I had an awesome coupon), and went to lunch. It was a wonderful relaxing day together. He even said "I'm trying to take advantage of this time with my beautiful wife before we have a baby in tow. I'd like to be able to take you out at least one more time before we have her." 

Thursday morning Denis went to my appointment with me. He had his day planned out for after and I was headed to work. Well my clueless self went in to my appointment and the doctor said, "you are 4-5 cm dilated and 60% effaced, you can go have a baby today if you want." Wait, what? What did you just say? I'm not ready for this. I'm going to work tonight. Denis said, "um, no you aren't. Even if you don't go to the hospital you aren't going to work. Not an option. That's not safe." The doctor wasn't comfortable with me wanting to go home and stay home. She really felt like I'd go into full labor within the next 24 hours and accidentally have her at home (my last labor was unbelievably fast and I barely made it to the hospital.) Knowing she was a bit early we felt it best to go in, start antibiotics for GBS, and break my water at lunch time to increase the contractions. So we went home, got the camera, Denis ate a very early lunch, I snuck a banana, and he started picking up the house a bit. I'm standing there crying and saying if you don't hurry up I'm changing my mind and we aren't doing this today! So he stepped it up a bit. He worked the night before and got about 4 hours of sleep. He got up to run that morning, put all the kids on the bus, took Etta to school with me, and then went to my appointment. He'd already had a full day and we knew it was about to be even fuller. Good man; what a good man. 

Waiting, and waiting, and more waiting...

We were spoiled with how fast the last baby arrived. We didn't know what to do with ourselves while waiting on antibiotics, waiting on the doctor to break my water, waiting on contractions to pick up, waiting...

Once they picked up it was manageable, but miserable. I wasn't making much progress. Then all of a sudden the contractions started getting strong. Really strong. However, when they checked me I still wasn't making much progress.They swore it was just transition and I swore they better start some pitocin to make things happen faster. So they humored me and started it. I had her 10 minutes later. Oh and why did I have to push again? The last baby fell out. Literally fell out. I was not a happy camper that I actually had to push. Of course everyone else thinks that's funny. Well I don't. 

I got to hold her for about an hour and eventually convinced her to nurse. As soon as she did I jumped up for a shower and handed her to Denis. Riley and Nanny came to meet her and each had a moment holding her. As soon as they left I noticed she was nasal flaring and grunting. I didn't think her color looked good either. I called the nursery nurse and they took her right away. They attempted with O2 in the nursery to just give her a little boost, but that obviously didn't work. So she was whisked to NICU and went downhill over the next 24 hours. 

Looking back at this photo I can see how terrible her color is. I don't know how we didn't notice it until 10 minutes later! 

Sweet baby girl didn't get a bath for 4 or 5 days (I don't remember when exactly, just that I cried for 30 minutes after I found out the night nurse bathed her without me when I still wasn't allowed to touch her). That matted hair was driving me crazy for days. 

She ended up on 5 LPM and 100% O2 which led to intubation. They were worried they would blow her lung and need to put in a chest tube.

Again, these were some initial stats that slowly declined over 24 hours. Her little lungs were definitely not ready for this world.  She ended up in the 70's with tachypnea and wouldn't improve. 

True liquid gold here. I was devastated they couldn't give it to her initially. It seemed like forever, but they were able to add in feeds through the OG sooner than later. 

Nanny Jaime welcomed Quinn with a beautiful flower arrangement that made my room smell amazing and brightened my spirits! Nanny to the rescue (as always)! 

I was able to hold her the morning after she was born (with a lot of begging). Denis had gone home for a bit so I advocated for him to hold her when he got there as well. So when he did he scrubbed in and put a gown on. Then the NP came over and read us the riot act. Basically she needed to be minimal stimulation and we weren't allowed to touch her, much less hold her. What?! They were trying to avoid intubation. So I asked for skin to skin contact in an attempt to regulate her breathing and they didn't go for that either. So my momma heart was broken once again. 

I had Denis stick his hand in for a photo despite their rules. Which calmed her a little (no surprise), but I had to be able to trust our doctors and nurses even if I didn't agree with them 100%. 

I couldn't believe how great she looked while on the vent. It gave me way more peace than when she was on vapotherm. I was terrified she would poop out with that kind of breathing and tachypnea and they'd need to emergently intubate. I've seen enough of those in my job to last me a lifetime. I knew we were better off with it controlled. About 34 hours after birth they decided she wasn't going to adjust to this world on her own and she needed surfactant though the vent. She got 2 doses 12 hours apart and stayed on the vent a while after. She transferred back to vapotherm with success a while later. She stayed on vapotherm another several days and they VERY slowly weaned her off. This momma thought it would never happen. 

My awesome friend that's had 2 preemie babies came to check on me Friday. She walked into my room and shoved this little bunny down my shirt before hugging me. Huh? Oh! I get it. It's to leave my scent with my baby that I'm not allowed to touch. Thank you dear friend. I know this brought me more comfort than it did Quinn. I am eternally grateful for that comfort. It seriously helped me to know I was leaving part of me with her. 

These were 5 very excited siblings that were super sad very soon after when they learned they couldn't see their new baby. They've handled all of this so well. I think it would have been easier if they weren't on break. The normalcy of school would have helped them even more. Despite their freedom of Thanksgiving break, they were amazing with the whole situation.

Here they are getting their first and only peek (except Riley - she did get to come hold her the night she was born) through a window and across the NICU. 

I think I can, I think I can, I know I can. Ugh, setting an alarm to get up over and over in the night to pump is terrible. It's completely different then getting up to snuggle and nurse your newborn. This is 100% impersonal, lonely, and never ending! It did get slightly easier when I realized I have 3 sets of pump pieces so I don't have to wash and steam them during the night. I could just use a new set and then clean them all in the morning. 

Charlie's Rite of Enrollment was scheduled when I was still in the hospital. Paul knew it was something I would have been taking pictures of, so he pulled out an old camera and tripod that I gave him and said, "Come on, let's take a picture for mom." This boy is surely after my heart. Thank you dear son. You are amazing. 

We still aren't home with our baby girl yet, but we are so close. We are planning for tomorrow. I am so emotionally tired. I have to ask permission from everyone just to go see my baby. I have to ask the NICU, I have to ask my husband when he's home (he went back to work so he can be off when she comes home), or I have to find a sitter. It is near impossible. I might get to spend 2 hours with her each day. There was one day I got about 4 in a row. There were a couple where I was able to go 2 times a day. The last several it's only been once a day and for just a few hours. Even then it is inconveniencing other people and taking my time away from the other kids while they are on break. For example, last night I just wanted to go back to the hospital with Quinn, yet I wanted to go to the Christmas tree farm to pick out and cut down a tree like we always do on Thanksgiving. I was so torn and ended up doing what would please the most people. Our tree is beautiful (crooked on the stand, but beautiful) and the kids love it. They had a great time running around the farm and critiquing the trees until they decided the one their dad and I picked was the best one after all. 

We have the house ready for Quinn and we are just waiting on her to finish healing so we can bring her home.

Thank you all for your love and prayers. We have felt them through this all. 

This girl couldn't wait to get back to school. She is so excited about the year! She was stoked about having a locker and not having teachers walk them from class to class. She hasn't fussed at me for staying at the bus stop with her yet (none of the other Junior High parents do), so until she does we will go with her. 

3rd Grade

This sweet fella didn't want to go back. He loved being home this summer and learning to beat Super Mario Brothers. We had a great time together. Have to get back at it though buddy! It took a bit of teasing to make him look alive in the photos, so then we ended up with goofy. Which is perfect for him! 

2nd Grade

There's only 1 photo of Charlie since she wore the school t-shirt with the name of the school all over it. I have more photos, but I'm not going to share them here. Her friends kept photo bombing when I was taking pictures. They were all laughing and having a great time. Charlie loved it. See the creepy eye behind her? That kid is so much fun! 

We officially have a kindergartner again! This child was so excited to get on the bus and head to school. It helps that she's so familiar with the school and teachers already because of her big siblings. I hope the reality of every day school doesn't squelch that excitement.  

I just love the head leaning here.

Her daddy called her Hermione Granger here because it looked like she was trying to magic the ball the way she wanted it to go.

This one was such a great cheerleader for her siblings. She makes things extra fun! 

How about that 1 finger high five? Silly girl. 

We always have to have a fit during outings. Thankfully it didn't last long.

When you get tired...

Charlie was the kid winner, but dad didn't trump her by much. We are all terrible! It was fun anyhow though.

On to skating = pictures with terrible lighting. I love that my camera can actually take a photo is such low light. In hindsight I should have used my flash bounced off the ceiling, but I was trying not to cause much disturbance to the skaters. 

Etta was not a fan of her skates, so she stuck with tennis shoes.

This child is an amazing skater! She practices all the time in the foyer at home, but she seriously rocked out at the skating rink! I'm thoroughly impressed by this 5 year old! 

She's been skating in the foyer for years as well and had a blast at the rink! I wish I had the stamina these kids have. 

Riley was pleasantly surprised by her friend showing up while we were skating. They had a great time together. They aren't rock stars like the younger ones, but they haven't skated in years. It was fun to see how much better they got by the end of the night. They pick up on things so quickly. 

Etta's kind of fun when she gets restless.

Mr. and Mrs. Glaeser

Thank you to all of our military branches that keep us safe so we can celebrate in this great country!

Mae Mae, Pa Pa, and their 12 grands (just a few more months and it will be a "lucky 13" grands)

These kids are full of silly!

These two look so much alike we call them twins...

...and made them pretend to fight like twins.

This is just awesome! Charlie girl adores her Parian. He teases her and is goofy with her like no other. Perfect match! 

Mae Mae with her girl grands

Pa Pa with his boy grands...

...and his only other boy. Looks like the girls are going to dominate! We are going to make some great men out of these boys with our girl influence. 

Nanny Jess wanted a picture with Etta and of course Etta chose to be a booger. Smart woman that Nanny Jess is..."she says, Etta how about I just stand behind you and I won't touch you at all." Etta was game! Win! I just love this for the photo and the funny story behind it. 

When the kids request a gender reveal and you don't want to do it you find the positive and make it fun for yourself too. 

Nanny Jaime and I worked hard making these beautiful cupcakes yesterday. It's the first time I've done really decorative icing, and I think it's pretty good for a newbie.

Riley went with me for the ultrasound, but I made her turn her head when looking at gender so she wouldn't know before the other kids. We got great news that the baby looks healthy! Riley loved seeing the heart, brain, and spine. 

They are impatiently waiting for me to give the go ahead to dig in while I go through the ultrasound results about the health of the baby. I took my time to stress each organ and how important it is that each part is healthy, but even if it wasn't we would still love and embrace the baby as part of our family. They weren't really phased by that, but I pushed it on them anyhow.

Play the video below to hear the excitement these kids have.

I'm sorry for so many pictures of the cupcakes, but it was fun.

It's a GIRL!!!

We sure know what to do with these girls, so we are all set!

5-1 Paul. Sorry buddy. One day you will learn how much of a win that is for you. Your Uncle found brothers in Christ without a problem, and you will too. 

I made myself a healthier version of a cupcake with no gluten and no refined sugar (well except the icing, but I'm not going eat that part). 

Paul was super excited to dig in...

...and then super bummed that it's a girl. It took him a while to recover and eat his cupcake. If I'm going to be honest I was rooting for a boy too. Denis took him for a haircut and bought him a new Wii game. He's better now. We don't typically bribe our kid's happiness, but we haven't bought a Wii game in 4 years, so we could justify it. 

None of the girls really cared a whole lot. They were all rooting for a boy, but none of them seem disappointed that it's a girl. They weren't overly excited because Paul was such a buzz kill. Once again I think it would have been better to forgo any sort of gender reveal for the kids, but Riley insisted on doing cupcakes. They are excited about getting to eat the ones with blue pearls in the middle tomorrow though. They just want dessert! 

She has lived defiantly the last few years and FINALLY seems to be leveling out. She has had really sweet moments, and really mean moments. From talking with my other mom friends this doesn't seem unusual for her age. It was definitely new to us though. The two above her were innately sweet for years. We didn't know what switch was flipped when she turned 4 1/2, but it sure flipped! It isn't flipping back as quickly as it flipped on. I see a gradual change in her. I see maturity, I see happiness, I see bravery, I see her fierceness in a great way! I am loving being the mom of this growing child. She fascinates me! 

Ear piercing tradition

The tradition in my home growing up was when we turned 10 years old we could get our ears pierced. My brother and sister-in-law thought they'd follow the same tradition. My brother figured it worked well for his sisters so it sounded good. When his daughter turned 7 or 8 (I don't remember exactly) she was asking to get her ears pierced. So they explained the tradition and told her when she was 10 she could. Well when she turned 10 she was terrified. She wanted them pierced, but was just too scared. I think she was 15 before she finally worked up the courage to get it done. Our oldest started asking when she was almost 8 so we said let's have our own tradition. Let's learn from my niece. When they ask let's do it. She was a bit dramatic, but did it well and with only a few tears. Charlie knew it hurt from watching Riley and of course from Riley telling her. Charlie's been saying ever since that she was NEVER going to do that until she was a teenager. She is the diva that lives with pearls and a fancy head band. We have to make her take them off to bathe and sleep. I thought surely she will want to sooner than that. Sure enough...

We happened to be driving by the place we got Riley's ears pierced at this past Tuesday. It isn't our normal route and I certainly didn't expect her to say yes or I wouldn't have asked. We were just driving along and I jokingly said, "Hey Charlie we are about to pass the place Riley got her ears pierced. Want to get yours done? Your birthday is in just a couple of days." She did't miss a beat and said, "Sure mom. Let's do it." Wait...What? She wasn't supposed to say that. I mean, I hadn't even talked to Denis about it. I had NO idea she would actually say yes. Ummmmm, ok. We pulled in and the place had closed down. I called the other location and they couldn't do it until Friday. I thought ok, she will change her mind by then. We already got her a birthday present. We didn't plan on this. Why did I ask her? What was I thinking? Then the smart momma that I am just kept on at it. "Hey Charlie, they can't do it until Friday. Want me to check if the pediatrician has an opening today?" Did I really just offer that? Seriously what was I thinking? I was already sure she would say no when Friday came around. I was off the hook. Uh! Of course she says, "yes!" Ummmm, "Charlie, the place Riley went was a fancy jewelry store. We can wait and go to the fancy place Friday." Charlie says, "no, let's go to the doctor to do it." Lo and behold they could fit us in. Luckily it was half the price of the fancy place and they had earrings just as cute. This diva was stoked to get her "star, diamond" earrings and I was stoked it wasn't the cost I thought it would be. 

Before

Marking

Big sister helping

The whole crew waiting patiently

After the first one..

That was it. Not a tear. Just that little ouchie face. Then she held the phone and watched them do the other ear. Amazing and brave. She rocks! 

Then we moved on to a fun afternoon with friends. I only managed to capture her with one of them. This is her very first best friend (she has a whole list of them by now though). She loved getting to tell her all about her experience. 

She is truly having a birthday week! She got her ears pierced Tuesday. Her Nanny and Parian went to school to have lunch with her yesterday. We are having fancy dinner at home tonight, and taking her for free birthday donuts at the Donut King on Saturday. Fun week! 

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You are an amazing, kind, beautiful child of God. We are so excited you get to receive communion with us at mass now. It was a beautiful day and a beautiful moment. You did great! (Besides the evil eye you gave Riley when walking to your pew.) 

I thoroughly enjoyed taking photos of this sweet boy. Denis hard work in the yard has paid off. I am so thankful we have this much beauty right outside our backdoor!

The banner is supposed to be led by the communicant. I found the wooden keys at the store and grabbed them not knowing how we would incorporate them. Then it dawned on me. When I suggested it to Paul he described how he wanted it to be. I did most of the putting together since the cutting and gluing of this magnitude is a bit much for an 8 year old. The host and chalice was his idea though. I think I did more of the banner than he did, but he loves it. We still pull Riley's out from time to time to enjoy, so I know we will do the same with his. We use their baptism candles on their baptism day every year, so we will do the same with their banners. I think it is something they will have for years to come to remember their special day. Charlie is already planning hers! 

Mae Mae is amazing! We love the cake that matches his banner. What a neat tradition this is! We are so thankful, and it was yummy! There isn't much left and it's only been a day. 

This is why I take all the photos I take. I love seeing them in print and watching people enjoy them!

We had an excellent time celebrating with family! Thank you to everyone that came and showered Paul with love and gifts. He was so excited to crawl in bed with his new Bible last night. I didn't get the chance to see how much he read, but I'm guessing he didn't make it past the preface. Ha! 

Paul is a delight. He has a different energy than his sisters. I like it. This year has been great for him! He loves to play with his best friend, JR, as well as all of the other neighborhood boys (we have a crew of them). He enjoys playing Skylanders. Most of all he still loves to find "treasures." Anything metal is a treasure to him. I'm sure his Uncle Tony and Pa Pa are proud. 

Camille is wonderful! She is so sweet and agreeable. It seems like she has way fewer fits than the others did at this age. It takes a few minutes when she doesn't agree with something, but then she says "ok, mommy." Sometimes it takes a little explanation on my part, but she inevitably agrees. Don't let that fool you though. Camille is tough as nails. She has to be to keep up with the older ones. 

She still sucks her thumb, sleeps with her Aunt Re blanket, loves treats, and bubble gum, plays with barbies, play dough, and loves to cut with scissors (thankfully it's mardi gras beads lately and not her hair). She is an amazing child filled with contemplation and joy! We are so thankful for her place in our family.

As always we have to thank Nanny Jaime for the awesome new clothes! Thank you Nanny! 

Notice that in the few pictures she's smiling in her face is transformed. She is beautiful either way, but that smile...

Clay

chalk

Riley

Pottery bank

Riley

Horse

Pencil

Riley

Salt and Pepper shakers

crayon

Riley

Grapevine

Pencil

Riley

Fashion dresses

Pencil color

Riley

Photography

printed on linen

Riley

A woman sewing a drapery

pencil

Riley

Underwater scene from hearing a story about a greek god

pencil color

Riley

From a real vase and flowers

pencil colors

Riley

From a real bowl of fruit

oil pastels

Riley

From a real wine glass

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Etta loves to roll around on the floor like a crazy person, grinning the whole time. She is SOOO silly. She loves to play with her lamb, Camille's bristle blocks, and ANY random thing she can get her hands on. Especially if she isn't supposed to have it. 

I know I've said it a thousand times, but her first year was a difficult one. I thought to myself over and over that I had no idea how to take care of her. That's coming from a momma that easily took care of four before her! She was hard. Now, all of a sudden, she's a different baby. I get her. It only took me a year, but I get her. Whew.  

Charlie loves playing with her best friend Kiley, her barbies, "kitchen stuff", and anything with paper, crayons, and markers. She has matured a crazy amount this year. It has been fascinating to watch her grow. She is as sneaky as ever, but is learning boundaries, finally. She is a mean, but happy and sweet little girl all at the same time. She gives me more hugs, thank you's, and you're so sweets than any of them.

Thank you for being our little ball of fire Charlie Jane!  

Aunt Re gave us these sidewalk tattoos. It took us a few tries to figure it out. Once we did they were great. I think the adults enjoyed them more than the kids! 

Charlie's first really short hair cut. She loves it and so do I! All of her light blond is gone now, but it looks so healthy. 

If I would have known all it took was a new dress and new haircut to get her in front of the camera I'd have done it a long time ago. She was so resistant for the last year that I quit asking. I never force them (unless it's one kid being uncooperative for a family picture). I love that she is so willing to have me take pictures now. I mean, look at this cuteness!

Now this ones always a ham.

This just happened. Definitely not planned. I'm sure glad it did. What a fun moment for them! I think it was Nanny or Aunt Re's idea. Regardless it was fun for all.

We are so glad to have this awesome boy as a neighbor for Paul to play with. They really enjoy their time together. Paul definitely needs it since he's surrounded by all of these girls. 

The kids LOVED sleeping in the tent. It was just in our own yard, but they thought it was awesome! Too bad Denis and I didn't agree. 

Our backyard gardens have really grown up this season. I haven't been the greatest at keeping them weeded and watered though. My potted plants are suffering without everyday watering. They are surviving, but not thriving like usual. 

Ball season was so busy, but so much fun. The kids really had a blast. We have too much going on this fall to participate in fall ball. I'm pretty sure we will hit it up again in the spring though. 

Ballpark fashion. 

Long days during ball season make for a worn out 2 year old. She sure was a champ through it all though.

I hollowed out real eggs last year, painted them, and filled them with a message for each kid to crack open Easter morning. This year Riley was anticipating that special treat. She asked to help with the eggs. That led to ALL of the kids "helping." Last year I thought it would become tradition that I made the eggs for the kids every year. I am very pleased with the twist of them making their own egg.

Bake, bake, bake...

Last day of Kindergarten! 

I sure hope we live here next year so Charlie can have Mrs. Marse too!

Nanny summer fun!

Thanks for the fun activity Nanny Jaime! 

This little bit decided to wear her swimsuit every day all summer. She also lived out of her suitcase.

Riley had no problem getting the neighborhood boys to play My Little Pony Monopoly this summer. They all had a great time! We are so sad that the two boys with their backs to us recently moved. We really enjoyed their company. 

I do not think she will be a fashion designer. Although, she's so cute she would look adorable in a potato sack. 

This is how our monthly photo shoots for Etta Cat go. Everyone feels like they have to be involved.

Oh Riley, I knew it was only a matter of time. 

Oh what a wonderful day! Riley was so excited to receive her First communion. What I love is watching her recieve each Sunday at mass now that she has. I love the way they taught her to be so respectful and reverent.

Nanny Jaime doing the "Nanny Thing"

We got to borrow this beautiful dress from Riley's cousin Clare. It was simple, classy and beautiful! We are so grateful!

Each child and family had to make a banner together. There are pre made kits you can buy online, or you could make your own. We chose to make our own. We got most of the ideas for our banner from Clare (the cousin we borrowed the dress from). I made a dove and chalice one night when Riley went to bed. When she woke up she was mad that I did it without her. It was supposed to be done together. This really picky momma had a hard time following that rule! She made her own dove and chalice that day. Then she chose to keep my dove and her chalice to actually put on the banner. She said my dove was better. I think we had a fair amount of team work. We are so pleased with how it came out. It is still hanging on the inside of our front door.

Riley with Clare

Mae Mae surprised us by making Riley's cake look just like her banner. Great job Mae Mae! We were surprised and we loved it! 

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I had Riley and Paul home all week, but I didn't take any pictures of them. Camille is just such a ham that she won out! I'll do better with the big kids. Soon, maybe.

I searched for the picture I know I have of Riley in this same outfit, but I cannot find it! So frustrating. I wasn't so organized with pictures in 2006. Boy have I learned a lot! Only one person has told me she looks like Riley. One person told me she looks like Denis. No one has every said Riley looks me. All the rest say Etta looks like me or my side of the family. When I looked back at Riley's baby pictures I can definitely see them in each other. ALL of my kids look like they belong together. Who cares who else they look like?! They are each beautiful and unique. Thanks be to God! 

This head full of hair still makes me smile.

Riley told me on Sunday that this week was going to be horrible because I am mean and she's stuck at home with me. Then she brought me flowers and made me this. She's definitely 8. 

Oh what fun! Denis, Charlie, Etta, and I took Camille to Cafe Du Monde for her actual birthday. She thoroughly enjoyed herself. 

So I've been asked for a few of the recipes I've made lately. Just click on the title of each recipe. It will take you to the link where I got the recipe in the first place. Please let me know if you have any trouble accessing them.

Big Soft and Chewy Peanut Butter Crinkle Cookies

Mam-maw's Lemon Pound Cake

Chocolate Chip Lava Cookies

I used my Chewy chocolate chip cookie recipe (see at the bottom of this post), and followed the rest of the directions in the link.

Chocolate Peanut Butter Balls

I've had these pinned on Pinterest for a few weeks, but I put off making them. Someone let a weirdo live in my house. That weirdo doesn't like peanut butter and chocolate together. Thankfully that goofball went back to work after being on vacation for a week. I felt like I could make them because if he really wanted dessert he could get something at work. I'm not naming names.

Sugar Cookies!

The BEST ever!

Cheesecake bites

Everything about these is perfect.

Soft Buttery One Hour Pretzels

I am NOT a food photographer, but I do enjoy cooking and I am excited that each of these recipes turned out GREAT! All of them were new and I enjoyed each one. I might tweak something on each next time I make them, but that's a normal for me. I did have help from my awesome sister for some of these, but I would have made them with or without her. I am grateful for the extra set of hands though.

I really should be going back to work. Soon. Now.

No Bake Vanilla Cake Batter Chocolate Truffles 

I did NOT use Agave.

Red Lobster Cheddar Bay Biscuits

I thought these had a tad too much garlic. Denis thought they were fine. I didn't have fresh parsley, so I didn't put any. Otherwise the recipe was VERY easy and very good.

Lemon Butter Cookie

These were slightly a pain, but worth it. 

Kale, Mushroom, Feta, and Mozzarella Breakfast Casserole

Of course the kids wouldn't eat this, but it was delicious. I will most definitely make it again.

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Denis' favorite recipe

These cookies don't really have a link because I took ideas from 3 different recipes and made my own. I've been trying to make THE perfect chocolate chip cookie for years. I thought I had it right a while back, but I was wrong. I think this is it. For real. I don't know that I'll make it this exact way every time. Probably though. If I happen to change it up I'll probably this recipe from Averie Cooks. It's kind of what I did to make the cookie below. 

We this day do all agree a child of God you'll always be.

Etta, Etta, God claims you, God helps you, protects you, and loves you too.

We your family love you so, we vow to help your faith to grow.

Etta, Etta, God claims you, God helps you, protects you, and loves you too. 

We are here to say this day that we will help you on your way.

Etta, Etta, God claims you, God helps you, protects you, and loves you too. 

And if you should tire or cry then we will sing this lullaby.

Etta, Etta, God claims you, God helps you, protects you, and loves you too.

Music by Barry Landry (my godfather)

What a rough day! We were so excited about Etta's baptism and Camille's birthday party. I was ready, or so I thought. I got sick during the week and ended up in the ER late Saturday night. I had pneumonia! Really?! Good thing I went because another day and the doctor would have admitted me as inpatient. Thankfully they were able to pump me full of antibiotics, steroids, and breathing treatments so we could still have the baptism and party. I owe so many people so many thank you's. I had neighbors, friends, and family come to my rescue when I needed them all the most. Denis was working all day Saturday, so I had to get help from everyone else I could think of. I am so blessed. 

Sunday morning was a nasty, rainy morning. Our church is typically packed tight every Sunday. I advised family to arrive in plenty of time so we would all be able to sit during church. My sister, Carrie, had my 3 big kids. Denis and I only had to get ourselves and 2 kids ready. Who showed up in the nick of time? Us, of course. I didn't get my clothes or the baptismal gown ironed. Oh, and I showed up in flip flops (at least they were the right color). Thankfully my other family did arrive early AND church was not packed because of the rain. We were mostly able to sit together. I was winded just walking 5 feet that morning. I think God was looking out for me that morning by making it rain.

We were visiting after mass and didn't even realize the priest and other family baptizing a baby were waiting by the baptismal font for us. We all ran over so things could get started. I grabbed my camera, aimed at the baptismal font to test lighting, and handed it off to my sister so we could stand with Etta. Oops, I should have put the flash on and put it in program mode. My sister did great with what I gave her though. We were lucky to get so many decent photos when I messed up that badly. Half of the pictures have blown out highlights and the other half are covered in shadows across faces. It's hard being the mom, sick with pneumonia, and the photographer. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it! 

Just look at these beautiful godparents and baby.

Here's our first attempt at a family photo since Etta was born. This is called real life people. Real life.

Party time! 

My kids took turns opening Etta's baptism gifts while I wore myself out taking pictures. 

My dad happened to go in my grandmother's house recently and came across this cat in her windowsill. He knew it was meant for our sweet Etta Cat!   Mam-maw Kitty gave a gift for Etta's baptism even though she couldn't be there in body. How special! 

Etta was showered with such loving, thoughtful gifts on her special day. 

Camille's turn!

Her first gift was clothes from Mimi. She had to put them ALL on right away! 

Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! 

She was such a ham. Her face lit up with excitement when she realized we were all singing to her! 

One of my goals before I had Etta Catherine was to take yearly pictures of the other kids. Since she came early I didn't get the chance. I finally got around to it last week. I played around with lighting too much trying things out. I should have stuck with my typical setup though. Regardless the kids are adorable.

Paul was very cooperative, so I didn't take very many of him. Riley, on the other hand, was uncooperative and I took a bunch of her. I ended up with more good ones of Riley because of it. Next time I'll be sure to get more of Paul to even it out. I know when they are 15 and 13 they will be comparing who had more pictures taken by mom when they were young. 

Riley is no doubt 8 years old. She acted like it for her entire session! The pictures below will prove me right.

I snapped these of Charlie and Camille on the fly a couple of weeks ago. Charlie needs another turn for sure. This is the only decent shot I got of her and it isn't all that great. She wasn't really interested though. I typically have to let it be her idea for it to work out. Maybe I can plant that seed this week. 

This very thoughtful one of Camille is by far my favorite. It makes me wonder what she was thinking at that moment. 

1 month

Still the toy of the year.

Our pictures would never be as good without Nanny to do hair.

Perfect baby parts.

Etta's valentine hug to the world:

Riley's valentine gifts to her classmates (thanks Pinterest for the free printable cards): 

She ate candy before she was even fully awake. Then she thought she could again the next morning. No such luck kiddo! 

If only I could convince her to keep the stickers in a book…

…or on me. Instead I am finding them ALL over the house in random places.

Chubby cheeks:

The girls have a new hiding spot. This makes for some nice quite time for mommy during the day and a mess to clean up at night.

Aunt Re snuggles came at just the right time. I am so glad my girls will have sisters when they grow up.

The only craft Riley has participated in since the rainbow loom is making "rock people." Aren't they cute?

When you ask your son to get the ketchup for dinner and he doesn't…
your husband gets it and hands it to your 2 year old…
the 2 year old takes the paper off…
then goes to the table to eat the ketchup right out of the bottle…
then you ask your son to get a new ketchup bottle out of the pantry…
thankfully it didn't start all over again, but it would have without a sibling to tattle tale.

Camille with HER baby.

5 kids + one box = fun for 1 hour

Happy Mardi Gras! 

When mommy gets a package the whole house has a good time.

The kids were fascinated watching the minuscule amount of snow as it fell to the ground. 

She is simply amazing!

This little bit looks so serious here, but she sure does keep me laughing! 

Etta is sporting a really awesome headband made by Denis' cousin using his deceased grandmother's fabric scraps. Super special.

I definitely stole this idea from a post I saw on Facebook and used it for my own kid. I wouldn't use it for a client because that wouldn't be right. I sure do love the way it came out though.

WE MARCH FOR LIFE EVERYDAY

I finally got pictures of all 5 together and separate! Too bad Etta wouldn't cooperate for her individual though. Since all of their birthdays have/are happening in the past few and upcoming months I need to get good individual pictures of each of my children. It was on my list for the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy. (Oops, I didn't get those 2 weeks.) Now I'll have to make myself do it in between feedings and diaper changes. For now these quick shots with their number shirts will suffice. 

Paul finally got to hold her!

Hanging in my crib!

Welcome Etta Catherine Beck

We weren't quite ready for you to arrive, but you obviously had your own agenda! I was 38 weeks to the day. I got out of bed and told Denis how miserable my night was because of contractions. I even told him they were more painful than braxton hicks, but that they weren't consistent. He said, "please not today, I have a manager out on vacation right now. Oh and it's dad's night for Riley at school. She would have a fit if we have to miss it." Like I have control over this, really? We even discussed hanging on so I could go to work Saturday. This was Thursday and I hadn't worked since Monday. That meant I'd lose a few days maternity leave with her. I asked Denis if he really had to go to work. All along thinking I just wanted him home. I didn't really think I was in labor. I have yet to go into labor early for a baby. In fact, I only went into labor for one of them and I was overdue. The other three were induced past due date or right before.

I had an appointment with the nurse practitioner for my 38 week check up. I figured they would be able to tell me for sure if I was in labor and I could give Denis a good heads up to get back home. Yeah right! He left for work, I took the kids to the bus stop, got ready for my appointment (I made sure to put my phone charger in my purse just in case, ha), and headed out with my two young girls. 

My blood pressure was slightly higher than it normally is, but the nurse chalked it up to the sugar in the chocolate chip banana bread I had for breakfast. I thought that was an odd reason considering I often have an unhealthy breakfast. Looking back I now realize I was in labor! Shouldn't they pick up on stuff like that? Especially when the patient says she is having painful contractions and it is her fifth baby? Hmmmm, they didn't. I was 3-4 cm, but my contractions still weren't consistent. I had the NP copy my chart so I could take it with me to work on Saturday. If I went into labor at work I knew I'd never make it back to Covington. I wanted whatever doctor ended up taking care of me to have some idea of my prenatal care. I think I knew I was in labor, but let myself deny it since the NP didn't seem to think so AND I had my two little girls with me. Then she sent us on our way.

The girls and I went to the Dollar Store to get stuffings for Riley's piñata. We were going to have her birthday party the next night. We planned her party early thinking the baby would come closer to Riley's birthday. We wanted to make sure we got the chance to celebrate Riley. We came home, sat in the foyer together, and stuffed the piñata. I called my mom to give her an update on my appointment (I don't usually do this) and to ask her to stay home in case I needed her. As we were on the phone I had a contraction and said, "ow!" Mom said, "I can come right now. How about I come now?" I insisted it wasn't real, but I would let her know if I needed her. Denial again.

I made our sandwiches for lunch and sat down to eat. As I was having a contraction I put my hand on my belly. 

Charlie: "mommy, why are you holding your belly like that?"

Me: I'm having contractions. That means baby Etta might be getting ready to come." (I am still in denial at this point. I keep thinking the contractions will stop.)

Charlie: "oh no! It isn't time yet! She would die!"

Me: No she would be just fine. She is plenty big enough and old enough now that it would be perfectly safe for her to come.

Charlie: "YAY!!!!"

I put the girls down for nap at 1pm. I tried to fall asleep on the couch, but kept timing contractions instead. My brother text me to have me tell Charlie Happy Baptism Day (he is her godfather). He was reminding us to do the blessing cup with her that evening at dinner. I told him about my contractions and said that I hope we get to do it. Five minutes later I decided they were too close together. I didn't care if they weren't consistent. I called the doctor to make sure they would see me again. Then I called my mom to come be with the girls. My sister called to ask about what color wraps I ordered for Etta's newborn photo shoot. I told her and then said, "by the way I think I'm in labor." She said, "what do you mean, by the way?!!" She offered to come, but mom was already on her way. I am so blessed to have so much family support. Then my good friend that happens to be a former labor and delivery nurse texted to ask about my appointment. I gave her an update and she told me I should go to the hospital, not the doctor. If I go to the doctor and I'm at 6cm they won't let me leave and drive myself to the hospital. Then I'd have to go by ambulance. She insisted I'd never make it to the hospital in time to have the baby. I pretty much ignored her and hung up. Whatever! I'm not really in labor. She's crazy!

By the time I got on the highway about a minute from the doctor's office (2:45pm) I decided maybe I SHOULD go to the hospital. School traffic was heavy. Why take a chance? These contractions really hurt and the doctor's office said the monitors at the hospital are better.

I called Denis to tell him the plan. I told him to stay at work I would keep him posted. My best friend and my sister couldn't stand that I was going to the hospital alone. I couldn't understand what the big deal was. I was just going to be put on a monitor and told to go home and rest. Denial again, even though I think I knew it was for real. I've been induced for my babies, so I didn't even remember where to go at the hospital. I parked at the ER, walked in with my purse and camera bag, and the tech asked how many weeks. I told him 38 and baby number 5. I've never seen a guy run so fast to get a wheelchair. I was laughing at him and told him I could walk if he'd just tell me where to go. He insisted on the chair and took me to the assessment center. It was crazy, busy! However, it only took them about 20 minutes to check me in and decide I was in labor. I called Denis and told him he should come, NOW. 

He had to stop and get gas because he was literally running on empty. My sister and friend were again terrified that I'd be alone to have this baby. No big deal people. No big deal. I won't be alone. There are nurses and we have time. The nurse kept saying something about 4 hours. I had my last baby with no epidural and thought I could do it again. The contractions were so painful and so close together I was doubting I could make it 4 hours though. Where did she get 4 hours anyhow? I think she was hoping she had that much time. They only had 2 rooms available and they were both dirty. I said to the nurse that I'd probably have this baby in the assessment room. She laughed and said no, no we'll get you in a room. Barely.

Denis made it to the hospital a few minutes later. He was with me maybe 10 minutes and I had a contraction that broke my water. We were alone in the room and I told him to hurry up and find a nurse. My water has never broken by itself. She came running with another nurse and they quickly wheeled me to a patient room. I guess it was clean. Who knows?! As soon as she locked my bed I had a contraction and told the nurse I was trying not to push. She checked me and said, "ok let's call the doctor." Then she turned around to start getting things ready. It was my nurse and two other nurses helping her set up when the next contraction hit. I told her again that I was trying not to push. With her back to me she said, "please don't." Then Denis said, "Um, there's the baby, she just popped out." (4:41pm) Nobody grabbed her! I heard her cry, then didn't hear her again. I panicked and said, "SOMEBODY GRAB HER! Is she breathing? Is she ok?" I guess the nurses were trying to get gloves on. I say I don't know why Denis didn't grab her, but he's much to clean of a person. He was probably scared of getting dirty. Although, he has since told me that my reaction scared him. He thought something was wrong with the baby and he didn't know what to do. He said I've never panicked like that before and that worried him. I was just pissed that nobody caught her OR picked her up right after. They just let her lie on the bed for a minute. Poor baby. 

Then the intercom in the room came on and the person on the other end said, "the doctor is in the parking lot. She's almost here." The nurse said, "um, too late. Baby is already here." The person said, "she's not going to like that." When the doctor arrived I apologized to her. In hindsight I guess she should have apologized for her nurse practitioner. The NP should have put me on a monitor that morning. Then she'd have known I was in labor and sent me over to the hospital right then. It's not like this is my first baby, it's the fifth people. The fifth! They really should have watched me closer. Especially since I've been group B strep + since after the first baby. Since things happened so fast at the hospital they didn't even get in one full dose of penicillin. Then the baby ended up with skewed lab work and bought us an extra night in the hospital. We were still only there less than 48 hours, but I'm used to going home right at 24 hours. I know I'm griping. I shouldn't. I am grateful for all of my healthy, safe deliveries. Some people stay more than two nights and then have to leave their baby at the hospital. I didn't have to do either of those, and I am so thankful for that. I just think things probably should have gone a little differently that day. 

Here she is: 6 pounds 12 ounces, 19 inches long and ticked off! She didn't stay mad for long. She is a wonderful, content baby. We are just hoping she stays that way. 

The nurse did the footprints and then I remembered I wanted to put her print on Denis hand and take a picture. I saw that somewhere during my pregnancy and knew I had to do it. I jumped out of bed as fast as I could considering I just had a baby. Denis and the nurses thought I was crazy, but I think it was worth the effort. I'll be glad I have this photo years from now. 

The meeting of the sibs:

We have had a lot of sickness in our house. Fevers, colds, etc. Paul wasn't presenting with symptoms the day I had Etta Catherine, but for some reason he said he didn't want to hold her. It kind of upset me that he didn't want to. He held his two sisters that are younger than him when they were born. Why wouldn't he hold this one? He wanted her to be a boy so bad, but he knew it wasn't. Maybe he was hoping the outcome would be different than what we told him. So many things were going through my head.

He has yet to hold her, but he is still sick. He told me yesterday that he really wanted to hold her, but he was still coughing too much. Hopefully he will be able to this week. Nanny Jaime gave us awesome shirts for each kid for a picture of all five together. I'm hoping we will get to take those soon. 

Momma Riley making sure Camille is gentle.

Camille was smitten with Etta Catherine from the very beginning. She keeps calling her Cat Cat. 

They were so unprepared for us that we ended up with a Christmas hat. We didn't even get it until a good hour after she was born. They told me they had to go "make" one. I tried to tell them it wasn't necessary because I had several in my suitcase, but they insisted when I started to get up and get it myself.

Denis fell asleep in a chair in the midst of several visitors and Etta's first bath. This fella wasn't ready for a baby!

Going home! 

The rest of my crew was at my sister's house when we came home from the hospital. I think it was pretty special for Camille. She wouldn't leave Etta's side for the first hour we were home. 

The first thing Denis did when we got home was his rock-a-bye baby yo yo trick for Etta. What a cool dad!

Home sweet home in the chair she will live in for the next 2 months or so. It is her favorite spot already. 

She looks like one of the kid's baby dolls from across the room.

Um, ok.

One set of grandparents. 

Riley made this bracelet for Etta right away. She now has three. Oh boy, welcome to the family.

Hanging by the window for some mild jaundice therapy: If she really needed it I would have exposed more skin, but it was more to keep her by me while I sat at the computer editing pictures. 

Our first attempt at a photo shoot seemed to be an epic fail, but we ended up getting more good ones than I thought. Nanny Jaime and I worked on it for about 2 hours.

The yawn gave us hope of her getting calm and sleepy…

…she was completely OVER us. 

Here's a little closer to what we were aiming for. 

I've had the idea of using this hat box for a newborn for years. I just keep forgetting to do it. I finally made myself. My dad helped me keep Etta calm and sleeping while I got camera settings right and snapped away. Thanks dad! I'm please with this shot. I originally thought I would use this for her birth announcement, but Nanny Jaime came up with a different awesome idea (from Pinterest of course). I'll post those pictures once we mail out the paper announcements. 

Mae Mae with grand baby number 12! Wow! 

The other set of grandparents! 

Can you tell how tiny she is here with Denis? I don't feel like the other pictures show how small she is. I had one other baby this small, but I can't seem to remember it. I had two around 7lbs 5oz and one at 8lbs. 6.12 down to 6.3 when we left the hospital seems much smaller to us. 

What a nasty face Etta Cat! 

Camille was my first baby with any significant amount of hair, but Etta beat her for sure. It is much thicker.

Oh look at that smirk.

Here's a hint to the birth announcement:

I know it looks like she has chubby cheeks here, but she doesn't. Again, she is so tiny. 

We are so excited to have this newest blessing adding a new dynamic into our home. Welcome to the world, welcome home, welcome to the Roth, Beck, Joiner, and Guagliardo families! 

Welcome, Etta Catherine Beck, sweet child of God. 

We were all very sick, but still managed to have a great Christmas. Santa normally just puts the kids 3 presents in a pile with their stocking. Unwrapped. This year he wrapped them. We all agreed it was more fun. The kids had a blast opening presents and really seeing what each of them got. Here's a few snaps:

Santa sure enjoyed his treats. Thanks to an awesome kindergarten teacher we have these plates for Santa to eat his cookies off of.

Our Christmas morning tradition is for the kids to each open a wrapped baby Jesus that goes in a manger somewhere in the house. They always get excited and run to put their Jesus where he goes. Happy Birthday Jesus!

Happy early birthday Riley! 

The Guagliardo family tradition is to have your ears pierced for your 10th birthday. My niece was the first to hit that milestone and chose not to do it because she was scared. However, she wanted to do it a few years prior to her 10th birthday. So when Riley asked a couple of months ago we decided to go ahead while she didn't have any doubts and little fear.

Her 8th birthday is in a few weeks, but we are fast approaching having a new baby. I didn't want the hassle of making her clean and turn new earrings while caring for a new baby. We put numbing cream, but it definitely wasn't on long enough. She felt it, teared up, and said it REALLY hurt. Of course that all happened in 30 seconds or less. I cheered for her and told her to hurry up and look in the mirror because her ears were pierced! She immediately grinned and forgot about the pain! She's my kid that hides under the table at the doctor's office, but she rocked out this experience! Yay Riley!

Waiting with numbing cream (and a stuffy nose).

Getting measured/marked.

Her first look at her "new" ears. 

Even better now that the redness has gone away. 

I couldn't have said it better myself Riley. Happy birthday sweet, loving, sharing, sensitive, daring little Paul! 

We don't light a fire in our fireplace, ever, because of my sinuses. However, I am willing to let them light candles. They think this is fascinating. 

All 4 sitting quietly:

I have a love/hate relationship with the tv.

Paul had a great time with me at his class Christmas party. 

The final snowflake project! 

Snowflake time! 

The mess got about 10 times worse than this, but they cleaned it all up. 

What a ham. I was taking the picture of the snowflake mess (above) and this one sat down in front of the camera. Please ignore the syrup in her hair and focus on the beautiful face. 

This baby has been sleeping through the night since she was 10 weeks old, but decided to stay up pretty much all night. RAT! Of course she fell asleep hours before nap time the next day. We transitioned her into the bed in the nursery so the crib will be free for Etta Catherine. It's been several weeks with no problems until now. Denis made the mistake of leaving the closet light on for her. Well of course she got up and played with the shoes in her closet and books on the bookshelf. 

Camille is really into giving us concerts lately. 

Sweetest song EVER. There's nothing like big sister ruining the video with a glo stick shoved in front of the camera!

Our last zoo trip was supposed to include the new zoo passports, but somebody forgot to bring them. Riley has since informed that someone that we need a zoo checkoff list. That same someone barely took pictures that day. What a slacker! However, that someone did manage to get all 6 kids in one frame. Who cares if it's their backsides, right? 

ZOO PASSPORTS!

We go to the zoo, every chance we can manage, with a friend of mine. Last time I printed free zoo passports that I found online at family.com. I cannot take credit for the creativity. I pretty much used their design and remade one in photoshop because they had ALL the wrong animals in the passport. I wanted to make it specifically for our zoo. The hardest part was finding the animals in photoshop. They just didn't have what I wanted. I finally got smart and searched for coloring sheets online for each animal. Then I shrunk them to size to fit in our passports. The picture on the back of the passport is our "zoo crew" that originally started with only 2 wee little ones. Look how we've grown! 

Our second xylophone! This one is even better than the first. We're kind of figuring it out, I guess. It looks beautiful, and It makes music, but it isn't spectacular. We have a store bought kid one that sounds great. The boards are suspended in air with a string that runs through each board. I guess that allows for more vibration and better sound. Denis didn't have a drill bit long enough to fit through the boards, so we set them on nails. It'll do for fun and it looks pretty, but definitely NOT sellable (like a sweet friend of mine said). 

Happy Sunday!

Charlie was so sick yesterday (stomach bug) that she didn't do a thing. I even brought her water to her on the couch. She did move from one couch to another a couple of times, but that is IT. I was so happy to see her up and playing today. She still isn't doing much, but she is better. She will play for about 30 minutes and then lay on the couch for 2 hours. I'm sure she was dehydrated, but working in the Peds ER gave me that little extra push to force fluids in her to keep it from getting to the point of needing IV fluids. I was thinking we were getting close to not having a choice this afternoon because she hadn't peed in 24 hours. FINALLY! She's turned it around. I got her to drink enough to pee and she's doing a puzzle right now. I'll take that. 

This was this morning right after she woke up. It didn't last long before she was on the couch again though.

Cheese ball kids:

Oh my Paul!

His teacher sent a quick note on his daily log last week that said, "He's such a cutie." She's definitely right, but when I told him he said, "ewwwww, you better tell her I AM NOT!" However, this week he's a cutie that is not paying attention in class. In some ways he is so mature, but in others VERY immature. I know it is going to balance out one day and make him one heck of a fella! 

We are trying so hard right now to teach this little firecracker to be gentler with her words and voice. It is easy for others to think she's cute when she acts mean, but I promise, it is NOT cute. She is slowly getting the lesson. It is taking longer than I'd hoped, but I can see progress.

This beauty is rocking it out in school this year. She brought home an all A progress report last week (as always). The difference now is that she is understanding the importance of working hard. Before she made good grades because she just understood the information without a problem. Now she's having to work a little to understand some things. She really appreciated that progress report full of A's for the first time. She knew she worked for it.

Here's our sick, but happy girl. The past few days have been rough for her. She got hit in the forehead with a frisbee and about 30 minutes later fell down (No one witnessed the fall, but I heard it and there was a pause before some major crying. I know it hurt). She fell off the kitchen bench yesterday (and hit her head). She's running into door frames. Ugh! I think this runny nose may be clogging her ears a little. She just seems off balance. Hopefully she will get past it soon. 

This year we hung a line of thanks. It is fun to see what each kid comes up with. A thankful heart is a happy heart, right? I hope their great attitudes follow them to adulthood. 

The family had to disguise a turkey for Paul's class last week. Hopefully this will keep the turkey from being eaten. I thought he turned out great, but Denis poked fun at my baseball mitt. It isn't proportional to the ball. Yeah yeah I didn't see him searching all over for a brown piece of paper that was big enough (or coloring a white piece). 

Bubble Fun!

Riley was so excited about the project that she started working on it the second she got home. She made a guitar from a cereal box. All on her own. I was so proud of her initiative. However, it did not make 4 different sounds, the cereal box was bending, and she didn't paint it (only decorated with a few stickers). I discussed these issues with her, but told her how proud I was for her excitement and attempt. I explained that with most projects first attempts usually do not come out and that's ok. The only ideas she could come up with were ones they showed her at school. I told her that there is a big BIG world out there and we needed to explore our options. That took some convincing, but finally…

Denis searched online and came up with the idea of making a xylophone. Riley went for it! We didn't want to cross that line of assisting her and doing it for her, so Denis made sure she did it. She measured, cut wood, marked spots for drilling, drilled the holes, nailed the nails, sanded, painted, put it together, and played! Of course all with assistance from us. We learned and had fun in the process. Mae Mae and PaPa even ended up being involved. They were coming over and we needed something to put on the end of our sticks to hit the keys with. We asked them to bring some bouncy balls to try out. Those didn't make enough sound so we decided we must have wooden beads. Of course Mae Mae and PaPa went to the store, bought the beads, and came right back. This gave us a working xylophone!

Denis already made another one because the other kids want one too. I said, "another toy? Really?"

I had a moment to sit in a chair and watch the process. I had been taking pictures of each step to make my own flow map (pictured below). I took a breath and realized what a special moment this was. I know I've said it before, but my husband was born to be a dad. I switched the camera to video mode and got a quick clip. I am sad we were missing Charlie, but she wasn't home. If she would have been home she would have been right there in the midst with them. 

Mommy's version of a flow map:

Riley's version of a flow map:

We made her do 2 rough drafts and a final of her paragraph. (That was the biggest fight of the whole thing.) She is an excellent writer, but was tired of working on the project. It was a lot to do. We also made her do a rough draft and final of her flow map. Denis and I both gave her our input on the final flow map. I told her that her name was very sloppy, she shouldn't have outlined the title of the page, or written over "First" or "Last." Denis told her pretty much the same thing plus the words she wrote in each square were sloppy. I honestly do not think her teacher will mark off, but she might. We just wanted her to be prepared for that. She chose to leave the final this way and we didn't fight her on it. If things are marked wrong she will learn her lesson. She worked hard, but we also know that she got lazy when she was tired of doing it.  We made sure to tell her how proud we are of her hard work though.

I do think we sometimes expect more than what she's capable of. She's our first, we aren't really sure if this work should be better for a second grader. I know there are children that will turn in much sloppier work, and some that will probably be better. I guess in this situation I have to leave it to the teacher to set the standard. 

Want to hear how it sounds? Click below.

Here's the full project ready to turn in. We sent my flow map in with her project for proof that Riley actually made the xylophone. It came out great and we were worried her teacher would think she didn't do it. Overall I think she will end up with an A.

We were keeping the celebrating light this year. We invited grandparents and Nanny over for dinner and cake (party 1). Mimi's car battery died and she wasn't able to make it over to celebrate Charlie's planned party, so Denis took the kids to see her a few days later (party 2). Nanny couldn't come because of a prior commitment, so she planned something later in the week with Charlie (party 3). We decided to celebrate Nanny's birthday, which is the same day as Charlie's actual birthday, a few days later (party 4). 

Party 1

Her planned party turned out pretty quiet compared to previous years, but just as wonderful. 

This little girl LOVES fireworks. She has been insisting on a "Firework Birthday" since New Year's Eve. Well she got it. 

Riley made Charlie this "firework" decoration for the cake table. I think Riley's decoration came out much better than my attempt at a firework. Great job Riley!

What a bum! She never cooperates for a b-day picture with mom and dad. 

We have quite a few "blowing out" pictures because Mae Mae bought trick candles. She was trying to buy sparkler candles (which the pack said), but they were also trick candles. Charlie didn't mind though. She thought it was fun. 

Here she is pulling out her momma finger on the candles. 

Of course we had to top off the celebration with fireworks. Denis did a good job thinking ahead and buying them on the 4th of July.

No pictures from Party 2

Party number 3

This was a whole day with Nanny Jaime. A big crew of us went to the insectarium and out to lunch one day this summer. Charlie saw the river boat with the red wheel and begged to go on it. Her Nanny promised to take her one day. Charlie NEVER let her forget it! So Nanny had to take her to celebrate their birthday. She picked her up early one morning and brought her back late that evening. They had a blast! 

Thanks Nanny for taking pictures of her on your fun adventure.

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To finish off the day we did half of the fireworks Nanny bought her when they got home. 

taken by Nanny Jaime

Party 4

This was really to celebrate Nanny's birthday (it is actually on the same day as Charlie's). Of course it turned into celebrating them both. 

Our last minute addition of Aunt Jess was such a treat. We were so glad to have her over. I think Camille was really happy because Aunt Jess scooped her up during fireworks (Yes, again. It was the other half Nanny had given her). Camille was terrified of the loud ones so Aunt Jess took her in for those. 

In awe.

Camille wanting to watch, but not hear.

PaPa ready and waiting for his instructions. What a trooper!

After the 4th party I told that girl NO MORE! You are done! Don't expect 5 parties next year just because you'll be 5.

Preparing for a pumpkin carving contest at The Olive Garden made my house look like a pumpkin patch for a few days. 

We got rained out for trick or treat, but trudged along anyhow. I forgot to take a picture of the four kids together before we left the house. We had Rapunzel, a Power Ranger, Sofia the First, and Dorothy. By the time we got home everyone was drenched and happy about their candy. Paul and Camille were to only two I managed to get a picture of in costume. The other two were in their pajamas before I could get the camera out. 

Riley complained and said it wasn't worth the work to get the candy (because of the rain). Riley kept trying to skip houses and go home, but Paul kept running up to EVERY SINGLE HOUSE. He said it wasn't a fun day. When I told Riley she better not fuss when Paul ends up with more candy she started going to every house again. Maybe next year I can convince them to let me take them out to eat instead. Maybe. Not. 

Camille's latest idea of fun: she goes outside and spends 30 minutes at a time on the swing. Charlie tends to push her a little too high for my comfort, but they have fun together.

Check out those legs and dirty feet. 

Oh this footprint! This has been on my floor since Monday. When I got home from work there it was. It made me smile. It is still making me smile, so I'm avoiding mopping like I should. I know that my children were well loved, safe, and played with while I was gone. I just can't beat this kind of life.

Just Cookies...

These really are wonderful! A dear friend gave me her cookie recipe. I've been making it for months and changing something every time! I know, shame on me. I've been trying for years to get my chocolate chip cookie recipe exactly how I really want my cookies to be. (Slightly crispy on the edges, super moist and soft on the inside). I also want them to stay that way for a couple of days, not only straight out of the oven. Her recipe was good just how it was, but not juuuust right. I think, finally, maybe...

I don't think the girls even realized I was baking. They were probably too busy scheming their next attack on me. So when I offered Camille a cookie her whole face lit up. She ran to the kitchen grabbed a bowl and waited for me to drop one in. I really wish I'd have had the camera in my hand to capture that look. 

Don't you wish you were my neighbor?

Oh what fun...

Once Charlie started the fashion show Riley really got into it. She grabbed 2 red blankets and put them on the stairs to make "red carpet." She proceeded to design the girls outfits and continue the fashion show.

Camille ate it up!

Riley practiced her photography on me this morning, so I had to take a picture of her first to put the camera on the right settings. She's a much prettier subject than me. She only cut my head off in 2 shots and took 2 blurry shots. Otherwise she did pretty good. See below:

Paul stuffed his pocket with crayons to head to church this morning. He was so adorable I couldn't resist snapping a few pics. Church turned out to be a bit of a disaster, but not because of him. Riley Mae needs an attitude adjustment. She now knows that if she doesn't participate in mass the first time on Sunday that we will return for the evening mass. She has promised to do better next time. Denis and I are debating nixing the crayons for Paul and Charlie already. They are still so young to sit through mass for an hour and 15 minutes though. However, maybe cutting out the crayons will avoid half of Riley's issues. She says, "it's not fair they get to color." I say life isn't fair and they are younger than you. Get over it. We'll see how it goes the next few times. 

Paul's creative double decker.