miles got his first real boo boo...

and he's obviously not very happy about it...

he took a plunge after trying to step from grandma's porch by himself and landed right on his face. poor little guy. :(

toilet paper confetti

i can't let this little boy out of my sight for 2 seconds.
i came down the hallway to find this:

 and then, this:

that is a boy on a mission.  he is clearly off to find his next destructive activity, while i am cleaning the previous one. and that is basically our schedule every day.

one time i saw kobe bryant

at disneyland.
and i chased him down like the paparazzi.
we were walking miles around while he napped.
we took a pathway to the side to avoid some crowds.
we saw a lot of disneyland workers casually walking in groups.
and then i saw a tall, black man with sunglasses and a hood.
and i would recognize that face anywhere because my brother is obsessed with him.
(me, on the other hand... not a huge fan.)
BUT he is famous.
so i whispered to wade, "that's kobe bryant! give me the camera!"
and i went chasing after him.
and wade says i blew his cover.
because i started taking a million pictures of him.
and then the other people around realized who it was.
i followed him over to the "it's a small world" ride.
and watched him jump in front of the entire line.
and ride in his very own boat.
and i waited at the end of the ride.
well some stupid security guard told me to stop taking pictures.
and shoved his hand in front of my camera.
and that ticked me off more than anything.
so i yelled at him.
me. kali poulsen. the non-confrontational, obey all authority, kali poulsen.
yelled at a security guard.
and wade thought i was going to get kicked out of disneyland,
the happiest place on earth.
and the moral of the story is:
i could never be paparazzi.
its just too much pressure.
(that, and its hard to take pictures when someones HAND is in front of your lens.)
here is my crappy proof:

fried clams

this is a story about fried clams.
not the kind of fried clams that you would eat at a quaint little crab shack on the harbor.
(well...i wouldn't, but some people do) irrelevant.
anyway, this story is about a different kind of fried clams.
pay attention and you might figure it out.
when i was little, my family went on a vacation to california.
we went to the beach.
i gathered seashells.
i put them in a paper cup.
i took them home with me.
i accidentally left them in the car.
they sat in the hot, california sun all day.
then next morning, as my dad was loading up the luggage,
he discovered a foul smell.
he searched the vehicle for the offending item.
and lo and behold, he found my paper cup of seashells.
only they weren't just seashells.
they were live clams.
well they used to be, at least.
and they had been fried. in the car.
and needless to say, my family wasn't very happy.
seeing as they had to make the 13 hour drive back to utah
in a car that smelled like rotten clams.
the end.

easter

ever since we introduced miles to candy, he's been a little bit obsessed.  if he ever sees it, he freaks out until he has it.  hence, the reason he is screaming at us in this picture (can you say spoiled rotten?!).  this little fact also hindered us today in our easter egg hunting.  he didn't want to hunt.  he just wanted to bust open every egg and eat every piece of candy as he came to it.

happy easter!

4 letter words

miles's current vocabulary consists of:

"don't!" 
"uh-oh"
&
"no no."

and i am afraid i am the reason to blame.  but how can i help it if his days are full of naughty activities.
today, for example, went like this:
spilling apple sauce down the front of him
breaking a pen and polka dotting his blond hair with ink 
dyeing easter eggs by dropping the eggs from extreme heights into the mugs and splashing colored water everywhere and then
playing in the dirt out on the porch.


i have bathed him and stripped him of his clothing.  and he will stay naked until he goes to bed, because really...i can't keep up with him.
 

i am on camera crack.

really.
just try to stop me.
i'm addicted.
make sure you go check out my photography blog
RIGHT NOW
because i'm looking for models. YOU.
and i'm also booking sessions for the most epic easter mini sessions you've ever heard of in your life.
seriously.
and if i sound a little out of control for 1:28 in the a.m., its because i just got home from work and i'm all hyped up on diet coke and my mind is racing with a million new photo session ideas and i can't wait for those dreamy summer evenings when the lighting is just right.  so hurry up! get over to my photo blog, NOW!  and don't forget to tell everyone you know about it.  and even people you don't know. and if you do, well, i will spoil you with cadbury mini eggs and maybe even a discount.

and maybe someday, when i get enough motivation, i will blog about our christmas in california and the time i stalked kobe bryant like the paparazzi.