Norah & Aliza come to play, on Fathers Day.

And of course, Charlotte with her Daddy...

Kids are Strange.

Or maybe it's normal to wear pants on your head while watching Sesame Street.

Oh - and she's not wearing a shirt b/c she barfed on hers. Kids are gross, too.

Babies, bellies, baseball, Bibles, etc.

I've been mad crazy busy lately. Life, work, life, more work - and squeezing in sessions when I can. I've done newborns, families, maternity, covered 3 days of VBS and even did a White Sox game! As you look through the pictures below - please notice the phenomenon that is "Allison takes pictures of beautiful people."

Seriously. Aren't they all GORGEOUS??? (the people, not the photos, lol).

This one is cute... but it's like 7 months old. They sure do shoot ahead!

I now get what it IS to be 16 months old.

I bet this is what it feels like, sorta, to grow teeth for the first time.

Good freaking gravy, I'm at the end of day 4 - had a follow up today, am STILL swollen and have a golf ball sized knot on my jaw on one side, can only slip my toothbrush into my mouth sideways - and am so sick of soup that I'm tempted to smash all the bowls in the house.

Did I mention it hurts? Because it does! We're talking "wake me out of a dead sleep around 3am each day" kind of hurt.

At my follow up appointment, my surgeon apologized no less than a dozen times. He said that I had really big teeth, and a really small mouth - and that he knew while he was doing it that I was NOT going to be feeling good for a while.

That's the first time some one has ever told me I had a small mouth.

In fact, I've been accused of just the opposite on more than one occassion.

So when I run out of percocet, I wonder if Charlotte will share her Hylands with me....

I'll stop whining about this eventually.

Eventually.

Speaking of Charlotte - gratuitous pictures of her, her BFF Prestley, a slip-n-slide (or drinking fountain, if you're my daughter), a Barbie 4 wheeler, and some bubbles.

Everytime Charlotte slipped, she didn't understand that she was supposed to get back up - so she'd just lay there. Prestley would go over and try to pick her up.

Hi. I'm a drunken chipmunk.

In a trashcan somewhere, are my wisdom teeth.  

I wonder if I'll lose any weight over the next couple of days.  I wonder how much the teeth themselves actuallyh weighted. 

I wonder when I'll be able to feel my face again.

I wonder when I 'll be able to drink and actually feel my face enough so that Jason doesn't put one of Charlotte's bibs on me. 

Did you know when i woke up, there was one of those plastic "cause' bracelets on my wrist that says "got wisdom?"  when I fell asleep the nurses were talking about how her dog at half of a ten dollar bill and they were debating if she should watch her poop.   Then they asked me "so where is your baby right now?"  and I had no clue.  

Although it loosk like I'm in pain in this picture, this was actually when Jason said "smile".  

This post brought to you by percocet and whatever magic juice they put in my IV.  

*eek* I can't turn back now....

Most of you know that I finally sucked it up and launched my website this weekend.  I'd been sitting on it for a month, letting the crazy voices in my head talk me out of it - just about every day. 

My discomfort comes from that thought that by putting myself "out there" like that, people would assume that I thought I was the best...  or that I knew it all....  

If *real* professionals look at my site, will they totally pick apart my work?  

Because I'm not the worlds best.  I certainly DON'T know it all.  I learn something new at each and every session I do.   Which is part of why I did want to put it out there.  More business means more opportunity to learn.  

I talked it through with my friends and they encouraged me to just do it.  They might've just been sick of hearing me waffle back and forth on it, but regardless - I did it.  I hit "publish."  

And now - it's started.  I just booked my first session, with someone I'd never met/heard of, through the "Contact Allison" form on my site.  

I can't decide if I'm more freaked out or excited.  

I think excited, though.  

Yeah.  Excited.  

I'll probably set up a photo blog to link up with my site,  so that I can use this one strictly to ramble on about the adventures of raising a toddler...   (I read an article this weekend that referred to toddlers as "emo-bombs", walking emotional rollercoasters.  "EmoBombs".  LOVE IT.). 

Anyway, yeah.  

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