She's no longer interested in Barney.

I was 10 when my little sister was born. I don't ever remember thinking of her as a baby, she seemed to be an adorable toddler overnight. She had the cutest little voice and her words didn't come out right until she was in Kindergarden. I still love singing with her, but we've come a long way from "Twintle, Twintle, Wittle Tar". We used to watch recorded episodes of Barney and she would jump around with her little purple dinosaur and sing about the raindrops tasting like lemon drops.

Now she's 17 and driving a car (! omg) and going to be a SENIOR in High School and talking about going to college. OhLordIAmSoOld.

Oh! P.S. These here pictures aren't really edited because Photoshop will be the death of me and I give up.

OB, No GYN

I went to the doctor yesterday. Not to the doctor I've gone to in the past, not the OBGYN, just the OB. Yes, she's the same woman, but she's not the same woman. She's not just treating me, she's treating us.

Vitamins and blood work and exams and questions and pamphlets to look at and books to read and classes to attend and limitations on caffeine and take this aspirin if you need to and keep exercising and STAY AWAY FROM THE TANNING BED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, not just the rest of your pregnancy.

Our relationship will be beautiful, as long as she makes it back from her vacation in February to deliver this peanut.

Not for boys

Looking back, all the signs were there. I felt sick all last week, but thought it was because of an antibiotic I was taking for a sinus infection (it very well may have been, but still...).

Remember when I cried and cried about my dog? Maybe it was hormones.

My back was achy all week last week, and even worse this week.

I was tired. So, so tired. Still am tired. So, so tired.

And the particular thing that made me want to take a test (if you are my brother, dad, or former youth leader, you DO NOT want to read this): my boobs are huge. There I said it.

I went to the waterpark on Friday and got sunburned pretty bad. As I was applying aloe to my sunburned parts (CHEST), I thought to myself "Sweet Goodness! Where did these things come from?"

And there you have it.

I'm going to the mall this weekend to um, shop. For undergarments. Yeah.

Happy Father's Day

To my husband,

Love,

Our Baby

Fish Family

I had my very first photoshoot on Saturday. It was beautiful out and I had a great time. I would appreciate feedback from the photographers who stop by, but please be gentle! Remember, FIRST photoshoot!

Lazy Saturday

I had the day off work so I got to spend lots of time with family today. I even got to spend time with my sister, which is rare since she lives 3.5 hours away.

Then, I did a little photoshoot with some cute kids, but all you get is a little teaser.

Would you look at those little piggys?! ADORABLE.

Not really here.

I'm over here today, talking some more about how I LOST MY DOG.

I have such guilt. I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a parent. I will probably cry all the time and then my husband will leave me and I will have to get another job to support me and my children and my dog, and I won't have time to spend with them and they'll grow up to break the law and give me grandkids when I'm 50 and I'll spend mother's day visiting them in jail.

I have PMS, in case you can't tell. Bye.

Fort Wayne, IN

If you are in or near the Fort Wayne, IN area, I would like to introduce you to an old friend, Dustin.

He was a friend from church, where we were active in the youth group together, as well as the worship team. We have also run into each other over the years as vocalists at weddings.

His wife, Kylee, is just a gem, and so adorable. They have a daughter and another baby on the way.

Dustin has just recently opened a photography business, and has a magnificent way of capturing lives. If you're in or around Fort Wayne, Indiana, check him out.

West Kenya Photography

Crazy Dog

I have so much I want to say, but the words are not there.

I am currently enjoying an episode of the Duggars and missing the days of innocence. The Natalie 7 years ago would have really gotten along with those girls.

In other news, Aaron rode his motorcycle to work today and informed me before he left that I needed to close the gate before letting the dog out. I rolled over and tried to get some more sleep before getting up, letting Duke out, and getting in the shower. And guess what I forgot to do. Cause I suck at life. Of course, I didn't realize this until 20 minutes later, when I called him in and he wasn't coming. It was then that I remembered I was supposed to shut the gate. I looked in the front yard, hopeful that he hadn't wondered far, but he wasn't there. So I threw on the only clothes I could find, assuming my neighbors did not want to see me running around in my robe, and drove around the neighborhood in every direction possible.

After 20 minutes of searching, I drove back by the house and was overjoyed when I saw Duke in the front yard, looking at me like I had forgotten to take him wherever I was going!

Now he's scratching me and jumping on me and I want to lock him in his cage because he's being so bad. But I'm really thankful that he came home, cause I would've missed the little guy.

Agh. I am so boring this week.

New week.

I had a very long post typed about the wonderful time I had at the surprise baby shower for CrookedEyebrow last night, but apparently blogger didn't like it. Time for bed now, so hopefully will have time to re-write tomorrow.

Guess who's being a good boy and hasn't eaten any shoes lately?

My pretty boy, Duke.

Things you're dying to know about me.

Hi there, I'm Mrs. Cline and I'm the author this here blog. I am between 27 & 28 years old, depending on how often I update this section.

I am married to Mr. Cline and we have a puppy named Duke. We also have an angel, our first child, who we lost in July 2009.

We were married in a small church in Northwest Ohio, but reside in Northwest Indiana. We met at work, after I hired him as a temporary employee at our company. He's been my best hire so far. Oh, and yes, he still works there. So much for temporary.

I was born in Indiana, raised in Ohio, and graduated from the University of Toledo. I learned much more about life outside the classroom than anything I learning in the classroom. I majored in Public Relations, but not after switching from Special Education to High School Education to Elementary Education to Mental Health to Broadcasting. It took me 4.5 years, and I think you can probably figure out why.

I work as the Human Resources Coordinator at an in-ground swimming pool company. I enjoy my job, but always wish for more. I want to do something to change the world. Keep visiting here and I'm sure we'll learn about what this is together.

If I could live anywhere in the whole world, I would pick Walt Disney World. Cinderella's Castle.

What's that? You can't live there?

My blog, my dream.

If I could have one job for the rest of my life, it would be photographer.

My favorite color is brown, but my favorite color to wear is black. I wear flip-flops from the time the snow starts to thaw until it's return in the fall. I love to dress up, but wouldn't like it if I had to do it everyday. I wear scarves in the summer just for style, even if they make me kinda warm.

I don't like to be outside, I don't like to sweat. I don't like bugs, and I don't like to be wet. I promise that wasn't supposed to rhyme.

I do enjoy music, singing karaoke, and dancing. I like to go to concerts, and country music is my favorite, unless it's a nice sunny day and I have the sunroof open, then I'm listening to Beyonce.

I started blogging in 2004 as a way to record my final year of college and to keep in touch with family in various parts of the country. I wouldn't say blogging has changed me, but it has certainly played a part how I want to live and raise my kids, and it has opened the door for some wonderful friendships. Some of those friends only live in the computer and I don't really know them "In Real Life"; some of them I've had the pleasure of hanging out with.

I believe in Jesus, miracles, and fairy tales. Welcome to my "Once Upon A Cline".