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Liz

I am many things to many people, but beneath the labels, I am simply one who creates.

Even professionally, I won't be separated from my family.

I love waking up to the soft spoken "mommy" of a happy toddler.

I love living.

My mind never stops racing because it's happily fueled by passion.

I've always loved my husband. Always.

I am only one, but that's just enough.

 

   

cirque du bebe

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Miss Lyla May turned one this Wednesday and her mommy is throwing her a fabulous birthday bash! (See the killer invitation Analeis designed at the end of this post) But to my utter dismay, I won’t be in attendance. I’ll be HERE instead :( I just hope I learn enough to compensate for the fun I’ll be missing. Especially knowing Ella and her daddy will be there.

SIGH.

Somedays I love my job. Other days I have to work, real hard. Like yesterday. Can I just say all day weddings kick my trash? Mentally I LOVE it. Physically, it’s rough, especially as of late. There’s no way I would do it for strangers. Lucky for me, I love my clients and seriously rank them as friends. I just wish I didn’t have to wait until the “luncheon speeches” to find out who they really are ;) I mean, I already knew Jared and Amber were something special, but I had THE best time hearing about the beautiful lives they’ve lived yesterday. Not to mention I could’ve listened to their wedding singer for the rest of my life…

BUT ANYWAY…

I’ll have pictures from their marvelous event soon. And tomorrow’s fashion shoot should provide something interesting images at the least.
Today, right now, I bring you the cutest little girls ever. This is a post mostly about Lyla. However, when Ella’s in the room, she can’t help but interject. Afterall, Lyla is one of her BFF’s.

Remember when Lyla was this tiny?

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Well she’s filled out a bit, and it’s ADORABLE. I always wanted a chunky baby. But, as you know and will see, Ella’s more on the non-chunky side ;)

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Remember these letters… I still love them.

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So we joked about putting Lyla on the shelf again, but decided otherwise.

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Apparently Lyla loves her bunny just as much as Ella loves hers…

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Ella was all set to open this present but we wanted Lyla to do it…

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Ella thinks Lyla’s bumbo is her own. And what’s funny, is she easily slides in and out. When you go to remove Lyla, her chubby legs make it a bit more difficult :) I promise Ella asks to eat at least every hour of the day.

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And now I present the most FABULOUSly designed birthday invitation ever. Seriously Analeis. I still love it. Picture it printed on shimmery pearl paper because it is ;)

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My husband’s promised to take some pictures for me tomorrow. I just hope this nasty rain goes away and doesn’t ruin all the hard work and planning. Oh how I love March in Utah.

(I just previewed this post and noticed two things: 1. I forgot to stamp my logo on all of these shots. Oh well. 2. You’re probably going to be wondering what’s up with Ella’s upper lip area. It’s that permanent lipstick. The kind that’s supposed to last all day. Well it turns out, in Ella’s field testing she’s discovered that if you put a generous amount on your skin rather than lips, it stays on for days at a time, or until your mom scrubs really hard to get it off)

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