And right before Christmas, too. I had not planned on photographing this baby for another couple of weeks, but apparently she had other plans for everyone involved She is obviously very loved by everyone in her family. Including her 20 month old brother who had a lot of fun with the “hugs” and “smooshings”.

In a few minutes (literally) the insanity is going to begin in the Wait home. One house. Two parents. All 8 children. Early adulthood mixed with teenage emotions mixed with toddler demands. Can we survive it? Can they? Stay tuned…..

One of the things I love about pregnant and postpartum mom’s is they just glow. Inside and out.

Once again, I am way too caffeinated for words….my right eye is twitching and I am literally running a marathon inside my head. I am so busy leading up to Christmas that I may single handedly bring up Starbuck’s profits to record levels! It’s raining babies, hellelujah!

**note** still using photobucket to upload images…..oh Shane!!! where is my geek when I need him??????

~xo Anya

It has been a long time coming, but Rowan finally got a haircut! We have had a difficult time at the prospect of cutting his gorgeous little curly blonde locks. But daddy kept mentioning (ROUTINELY….the way he does…..) that Rowan needed a haircut. So one afternoon while daddy was away, I took a snip to the little curly tail Rowan had going on in the back of his head. I saved it, ready to put a little ribbon around it to go in a box, all cute and curly. I was so proud of myself! When daddy arrived home I proudly said, “Look, I cut Rowan’s hair”….thinking daddy was going to be all impressed with my bravery. Well, he wasn’t. I swear, I thought he was going to start bawling his head off right there…. “You did what? Why didn’t you wait for me”??? he asked. “Uhhhhhhh…..well, ummmm…..because I thought it was bothering you”. I replied. “But I wanted to at least BE THERE”….he says. Needless to say, I felt like the worlds biggest turd the rest of the day.

So when it was time to set up Rowan for his haircut appointment, I stayed behind. I did not go and try to steal the day, taking pictures of my little man, getting his first haircut (at a SALON, no less). I stepped aside and let daddy and big brother Zachary be the stars of the show. Good thing, too, because Rowan was an absolute bawling nut at the salon… LOL!

Here he is, before and after. And yeah, I wanted to keep it long….I love my little skater boy “look”:

and “after” with his little treat from the local bakery:

I have so many things to be thankful for. But today, as I work on people’s galleries, announcements, coffee table books, etc… I am thankful that so many people allow me into their homes to document one of the most memorable and magical times in their lives.

Look who I got to spend my Wednesday morning with… More very soon!

xo Anya

I was going to title this post, “Are you there Vodka? It’s me, Anya”, but then I thought, hmmmmm……that is the title of Chelsea Handler’s new book so that doesn’t sound THAT original…

Sooooo, here is the deal. My website appears to be gone. As in GONE. As in good-bye old friend. Nice to have known you. It is a long complicated story and I won’t go into the gory details. Needless to say, I have considered taking up drinking as a new hobby…and one of my clients offered up some buttered rum

For right now, please bear (or is it bare? Wait, no, please don’t do THAT… lol) with me while I deal with this issue. And potentially build a new site from the bottom up. I am going to be including pricing and other info on my blog asap….

If you would like to contact me for a session, please email or phone me at the following numbers:

hipmamaphotos@gmail.com

608-347-6672

Session Fees are as follows:

Newborn/baby/toddler: $150
Maternity/newborn combo: $225

You have been so good to me this past year. Making it so easy for an internet moron like me to navigate the world wide web…those treacherous tubes of internets… But now it is time for me to move on. To a bigger and better blog…to one that allows for my images to be seen as they were meant to be seen…large and in charge!

For those of you who would like to follow me, you can now find me at http://www.anyawait.com/simplyblog

just don’t start clicking until after tomorrow (11/9/08)…because it is lookin’ a little silly and sparse right now….remember patience is a virtue!

My public service announcement for today:

Note to self. Do not…and I repeat, do NOT drink a glass of wine and then decide it is a fantastic time to get a run in on your new treadmill. And not just any type of run. A balls to the wall full speed ahead run…a hmmmmm….lets see how fast this baby can drive run…

I figure I probably don’t need to go into the gory details….needless to say, no photos were taken

But since I can’t post without a photo…my little Annika… ’cause sometime you feel like a nut

Just a heads up to anyone wanting to schedule a session with me this year….I only have ONE more session left for 2008. That session could be a newborn, maternity, toddler, or baby, but there is only one more…and once it is booked I will only be scheduling 2009 sessions.

*hint* hint* hint*

And just ’cause I can’t not have a photo in a post, here is Rowan from our vacation to Hayward…thinkin’ he is a dog.

At 36 with 5 children, I thought I knew a lot of things. But this weekend I was highly educated on one of the most well used (and most well loved) appliances in our house. My refrigerator. On Sunday (while Erik was on Meriter call…it figures) I open up my most gorgeous LG bottom freezer french door stainless steel, does everything but cook for me refrigerator and I smell a most horrific thing. Nope, not rotten food. Because food just does not have time to rot in my house. FIRE. I smell the distinct smell of something burning. So I start searching around the refrigerator and discover that the cover of my refrigerator lights is melting! MELTING! And it is HOT. So I do the responsible thing. FREAK OUT. And call LG. Only to find out that since I can’t find my “original” sales receipt…from 2 years ago (and who can when something in their house is BURNING), that they can’t help me.

So I say to the lady, “So what exactly am I supposed to do? I am afraid that my house is going to burn down if I don’t do something IMMEDIATELY”. “Jou need to remobe da Balls” she says. “The balls”? I ask. “Jes”, she says. “da Balls”. “What the hell are the balls”? I ask (yes, at this point I am kind of losing my temper). “The refrigerator light balls” she says.

Did you know that my refrigerator has balls? And that somehow I am supposed to figure out how to remove them? Wow. I honestly had no idea. No WONDER it was so freakin’ expensive. And no, it is Wednesday and I still haven’t heard what I am supposed to do. The store is trying to locate my original sales receipt. Because they purge their files after a year, apparently. And despite the fact that my refrigerator is obviously an LG…and it was their brand spankin’ new most awesomest model of 2006, they won’t help me. So I have duct tape on certain points of the refrigerator to keep it’s balls from turning on. And I wait…..

Here it is in better days:

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