Continuing with the holiday spirit, here are my two girls. I can't believe I pulled this off. Between a hyper dog and a toddler I thought it would be impossible. Well sometimes luck is on your side and the world decides to cooperate. There are so many technical and composition aspects that could be better, but if I would have kept messing with f-stop and shutter speed I would not have captured the pure joy of Kaylee laughing at Mushu being miserable.

Trimming the tree

My own personal SuperMan!

Daily Weekley started out as a blog about my pregnancy and then about Kaylee and all her antics. Well this blog is taking on a new challenge. This will now feature my project 365 . A picture a day for a whole year. Now for those of you that have followed Corey this past year I know have started to get sad because the year is winding down. Well he has passed the torch to me. The sad thing is I'm not a good photographer and I'm not a good writer, so don't expect much from my 365. I half heartedly decided to do this the day after Thanksgiving so when it ends next year I'll be "thankful" it's over. So let the journey begin.

Day 1 of 365

My new friend for the next year, my Nikon D50.

Today's Kayleeism happened when we gave her apple juice for the first time and when it was all done she said "more more apple goose" we corrected her and said it's apple JUICE. She proceeded to tell us no it's apple goose.

Another funny one was at bedtime we told her to get a book and she wanted us to read " L fint butt" other wise known as "The Gas We Pass."

Stay tuned for more Kayleeisms

It's been awhile since I have updated the blog. Probably because Kaylee keeps me so busy that I am exhausted by the end of the night. 18 months she is now officially a toddler. This is such a fun yet challenging age. She is starting to really communicate with us, which could be mistaken as being very demanding. For example the minute we walk in the door she yells "shoes off" or when we are about to go somewhere she brings our shoes to us and says "shoes on." When she wants a piggy back ride she says "tight" because we always tell her to hold on tight. When she wakes up in the morning she tells us Mouse House so we will put on Mickey Mouse club House so she can do the "hot dog" dance. She definitely knows what she wants and what she doesn't want. It seems as if her favorite word is No. She is attempting to count even though it goes something like this "2, 5,6,9." One of my favorites so far is her pulling down my shirt in Noah's bagels and screaming "boobies." She is full of wonder and I feel so blessed that I can watch her explore the world and everything it has to offer.