MOMMIEKNOWSFRESH: SAY CHEESE

I love taking pictures, and when I became a mom this was amplified by a million. I've literally got three hard drives of pictures of my daughter and she's only two. As a parent you just can't control the urge to snap a pic of every moment.  First words, first steps, first messy spaghetti dinner.

Enter Mommie AKA cook, boo-boo kisser, and now professional photographer. Armed with my trusty DSLR from my fashion blogger days I used the park as my backdrop, and a glitter gold crown made for the most perfect pictures I could ever ask for.  

           Who knows, maybe if this writing thing doesn't pan out I'll open up a studio of my own. :)

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MOMMIEKNOWSFRESH: AM I ONE AND DONE?

It's a question I often ask myself, will my daughter be my only child? 

At birth we were bonded, and though I was terrified, what developed can only be described as amazing.  She is my whole world, the wind beneath my wings, my forever love, and every other sappy 80's song you can come up with.

And how could she not be? When she was a baby she'd fall asleep in my arms while I sang the theme to Golden Girls.  We’d play the silly face game, evoking uncontrollable fits of laughter, and when it was time for her first shots we both cried "like babies". She is indeed the most amazing little person I have ever met

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So when people ask me "Do you want to have more?"  I always answer with a profound yes, but there was a time when I really don't know.  It's not because I don't love my daughter, it's the opposite; I love her so much would I feel the same about her siblings? Do I have enough love in my heart for two?

My mother never made my sister and I feel as if she loved one of us more than the other, no matter how hard we proclaimed favoritism (She has more fries than I do!) Growing up with a sibling is something I've always wanted my children to experience, for when I’m gone from this world they’ll have each other.

My hesitation lied in my complete adoration of my baby girl and the fact that we've grown together. Our late night non-slumber parties, our early morning dance parties, and milestones like first steps, first teeth, and first words.  Will those "firsts" feel the same the second time around?

And then I realized what I learned from my mom, that a mother’s heart is big enough for all of her children. This one came out awesome, so why not try again?

Besides by then I'll have this mom thing down right? :)