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I can't promise to post any more often, but you may want to bookmark my website for future blog posts. While it will still mainly be a vehicle for my business, I'm going to try and post a personal post at least once a month. See you on the flip side. http://www.steviecroftphotography.com/blog/

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It's time for my once quarterly blog, right? I'd just like to report that things are good around here. And I'm happy.  No, really HAPPY. It's a great place to be!  Instead of writing what's new, I'll just write what I'm happy about:Christmas: The holiday was absolutely lovely. There was no drama. The time spent with family was warm and enjoyable. Landon struggled heavily over the break

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On April 22nd, 2005 I woke up in my newly rented apartment, and drove to Rexburg to complete finals. I might have run by Nick's house to say hello on my way home because that was our custom, but then again it seems like my finals went really late. I went over to the church for a while to help set up. Set up was horrid! A youth group had been using the gym for a play practice and had

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I kind of avoid blogging anymore because all you'll get is my messed up thoughts that I don't know how to articulate out loud. Most people don't want to read those. But since I really only have . . . maybe three readers anymore? I don't feel so bad just opening my mouth and letting the randomness spill out. I've been to a lot of weddings in the last two years. As a photographer, even though I

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The title is misleading just to get you to read.Or maybe I just couldn't think of another title. Either way. Tonight I just want to spill my guts. That's how I cope with life, I have to DO something about it, even if that DOing is only talking. I'd like to say I'll go back and edit it for brevity and interest, but let's get real.  I don't hardly blog anymore let alone make it nice!I want

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I took my car in to have the oil changed at the beginning of the summer. The "friendly" dealership told me everything looked great, but my brakes needed changed. This I knew, but I didn't want to pay their price, so I put it off. Fast forward to today, the end of summer. Only three months later, right? Still haven't fixed the brakes, but they're scheduled for next week. I take the van into a

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I blantantly stole this from. www.em-il-ie.com! Landon N. Croft as of August 2015 Age: 9 Height: 4’ 7” What are you looking most forward to at 18: Going on a mission. I don't care where I go. [Why do you look forward to that?] Because that's what Heavenly Father wants me to do! Favorite Color: blue Favorite Singer: I don't really have a favorite

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Khan Academy Who ever knew I'd LIKE math? Not me, that's for sure!  I wish I'd had this resource back in junior high.  I'm excited to start some of the other pods like history and computer programming! Naan So much yumminess in these carbs and I can't get the home version to work right, so it's a restaurant delicacy! Like a Cannonball I get this song stuck in my head every

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In a fit of nostalgia, I pulled up Wishbone on youtube to watch with my children this summer.  They like books, tv, and talking dogs, so it was an immediate win!  We've had a treasured tradition in our family of reading aloud before bedtime in addition to family scriptures.  We started with picture books, then small chapters (Junie B Jones anyone?), and branched out into a

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I saw this shortly after I finished writing and it was such a good reminder- My response to stimulus that has previously indicated something horrible and traumatic, may still be flawed and overblown, but I am healing and overcoming.  One day, it won't hurt so bad anymore.

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My mom called me one afternoon and told me to come over, she needed to talk to me. No, we couldn't talk about it over the phone. No, it couldn't wait.  Just come over. Here's where I panicked. You see, this has happened before, and the end changed our lives. Is it bad? No answer. Please, is it bad? It's . . . ok. Here's where I panicked more. _______________________________ When

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I know it only happens once every five- six years, but it feels like they coincide every other year!  It was a good day (if I pretend like 10 really lame minutes of it didn't happen, which I am!!!)  Here's the good parts of the day I want to remember: -Nick and I had solos in church.  And I didn't botch it up.  Yes, I was worried. -I remembered just in time last night that I

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"I don't want to teach my daughter about sex.  I don't want her to lose her innocence." That's paraphrased from several different women I talk to regularly.  You can change daughter out to son , but for today's purpose we'll talk about daughters. That sentence makes my skin crawl for two reason. 1.  Sex isn't dirty, and by not talking to your child, you make it such.  Their

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Every big purchase I've ever made in my life has been well thought out, well researched . . . then some sort of whim hits me and I finally jump in with both feet!!!! On what seems like an unrelated note, I spent about ten hours (enjoyable and by choice) researching and planning a fun anniversary trip to Jackson. Today I called and cancelled it.  Why? The whim hit me.  Jackson is not

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Burning Down the House: Harry was  happily eating his rice krispies, so I figured this was a safe time to go down and switch the laundry.  Technically, he's not nearly as much trouble as he used to be, so I don't have to worry so much . . . technically.  Anyway, I hadn't even finished switching laundry when he came down stairs and started playing near me.  PERFECT!  I had

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January 12th-  Already published in it's own, lovely little post! January 13th- What's happening?  Mutual, housecleaning, groceries, etc.  What's not happening? Landon cleaning his room! January 14th- During Lando's counseling session, we entertained ourselves with selfies.  Lizzy proclaimed it mad face selfie time! See this hole?  It's been in my

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January 4th- Sick Nick and no sleep for me meant 7am meetings seems insanely early.  9:00 church means the kids are more subdued, but I have to keep myself awake! January 5th- I was pulling out the 3T clothes today and thought, "these are way too huge for Harry!" Looking at him right now in his 2T clothes, I think I've seriously misjudged how big this kid is getting! January

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January 12th, 2014   This is what life looks like around our place! 7:00am snuggles with Harry. He gives lots of sweet loves and kisses! 7:15 is time to get any stragglers up and take a gazillion vitamins! 7:30 Mad rush and hair! 7:45 School drop off! The school is serving breakfast to all children this year and I am seriously grateful! I am not a morning or breakfast

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I just had an old friend write some really kind words to me about my previous post (thanks Em!). And let's be fair, all of January has been a rant . . . Which is sad because overall, January's been a good month for us. Let's talk about why life in our family is AWESOME: First off, the house is clean.  I don't know how moms with a million kids do it because my house is NEVER simultaneously

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I have occasionally talked to others about Landon, but I've never put it out in the public.  I've never wrote it down.  I've never shared it far and wide.  For three reasons: 1.  His privacy  2.  If it didn't say it out loud, if I didn't tell everyone it wouldn't have to be true and maybe, with time, it would go away 3. Because deep down I fear it's all my fault. &

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Jan 1st- Welcome to 2015 (with sparkles)!  We brought in the New Year with our friends, the Mickelsens. Jan 2nd- Nick disappeared back to work, I got a yucky cold, and we didn't do much of anything . . . except the kids bickered.  It was fun like that. I crafted to fight off the January blues . . . I even set the kids to work making a snowstorm in the living room.  

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I had Nick home from work today.  I love that he gets bank holidays.  It seriously is pointless and so nice! "He's parking his truck on my nipple!" Said while Nick waited for his shirt to get out of the dryer.  I drug him off to zumba, which he disliked.  But I don't think he'll make fun of me anymore when I say my abs are killing me after a workout . . . he understands

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I just played the old school Oregon Trail game . . .  it gave me anxiety!

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1. What bill do you hate paying the most?  medical because they aren't already planned into the budget! 2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?Um . . . we're not really romantic dinner kind of people.  Probably at our house. 3. What do you really want to be doing right now?  procrastinating obviously.  How about a trip to Disneyland.  I'd really

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Age: 2 years, 7 months Favorite Color: I don't think he has one. Favorite Song:  "Song!" Probably one of the dumb cat songs his piano plays.  Seriously, they're painful! Favorite Movie:  "Ponies!"  My Little Ponies. Favorite Toy:  tractors , trucks, trains, and dress up. Scared of:  the dark and dogs.  He is terrified of dogs.

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