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I love taking hundreds of photographs and capturing beautiful memories so you will usually find me talking about them. I enjoy reading, writing, singing in my car and dancing whenever I can. =)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.lorenablog.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.lorenablog.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208704130482128893/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lorena Frith</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104874623509801187218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ewN-ThTq5lg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADqA/kIgUq5duxeA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LorenaBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="lorenablog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>LorenaBlog</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNRXoyfCp7ImA9WhVbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208704130482128893.post-3429192854230262884</id><published>2012-05-28T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-31T07:26:34.494-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-31T07:26:34.494-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IvCqWgJ9DgE/T8UtiejUgvI/AAAAAAAAEx4/jNMDN6LMvpI/s720/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525203%25253A11%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IvCqWgJ9DgE/T8UtiejUgvI/AAAAAAAAEx4/jNMDN6LMvpI/s400/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525203%25253A11%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1338466998600.011" class="alignleft" alt="" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; A day at the ranch was more fun than I imagined. When there's family involved, I guess it always is. At first I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted to do on my Memorial Day Weekend, but on account that I was needed to help put up an electric fence I went.  I can never say no when someone needs my help. Really, never! Ok, as much as I tried to get out of it now I'm so glad I did. While most of the country was at some beach somewhere soaking up the sunshine and sand, I was burning up helping put up an electric fence to keep Tuff, the bull, from getting out. As if that didn't sound like much fun, and it wasn't, the best part came after working hard. The relaxing in the beautiful summer breeze watching nature all around me that finally set in the realization of the amazing way life used to be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MT5hpBUu80o/T8UrjWiKKlI/AAAAAAAAExg/yfEc_wLSMyY/s612/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525202%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MT5hpBUu80o/T8UrjWiKKlI/AAAAAAAAExg/yfEc_wLSMyY/s399/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525202%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1338466998666.0723" class="alignright" alt="" width="399" height="399"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A life so uncomplicated without distractions... Facebook, Blogger or Twiter.  Life was nature and nature was life. I remember those days like they were yesterday. Running around, chasing one another until it got so dark we couldn't see anyone and had to go inside. That was my childhood. (Again, not too long ago)  And now I'm so happy my girls get to play this way again and this weekend was another fun day to remember.  Making beautiful memories is what I live for because at the end of the day, that's all we really have left&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Honoring those who have made our freedom possible is best done by enjoying those freedoms to the best of our abilities.  I never forget how blessed we are to live in this country of ours and on this Memorial Day and always, we remember. :)  Hope you enjoyed your weekend in your own special way... Happy Memorial Day Everyone!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YZDBFGl0v_0/T8UrrVuTjOI/AAAAAAAAExo/DeeXymMo3cQ/s612/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525202%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YZDBFGl0v_0/T8UrrVuTjOI/AAAAAAAAExo/DeeXymMo3cQ/s452/Photo%252520May%25252029%25252C%2525202012%2525202%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1338466998607.515" class="aligncenter" width="452" height="452" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Marina is getting a hold of this whole ranch thing. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-3429192854230262884?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My age and my weight are two things I'm not ashamed of. They are what they are and they are who I am.  They are just a number but it's how you feel about yourself that matters and at this point in my life I feel amazing! As I turn one year older I like to think about all the things that I'm grateful for this year.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-04V5TEmn8E4/T72Va1FLVfI/AAAAAAAAEvE/rWZfUKJJn1I/s480/Photo%252520May%25252023%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A53%252520PM.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignright" height="400" id="blogsy-1337825227657.5774" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-04V5TEmn8E4/T72Va1FLVfI/AAAAAAAAEvE/rWZfUKJJn1I/s400/Photo%252520May%25252023%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A53%252520PM.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My life - without it I wouldn't be here. &lt;em&gt;Nuff&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;said&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My family - They are my foundation and reason for living.  I've been blessed with a big family and love and respect every one of them.  We are a very close and now that I'm growing my own members, my family is getting even bigger. You know what they say, the more the merrier! Three girls seems to be &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; limit but it's not the quantity but quality and I like to give them the very best of me.  My own mother always did and I'm a girl of traditions. I didn't grown up with much but with a family like mine, I grew up with everything I could ever need. For this reason I treasure my family more than gold and don't understand how some people take theirs for granted.  I want my girls to grow up having this same deep appreciation for family as I have because at the end of it all, it's family who will always be there for you. My new little addition to my family has been a surprise and a blessing this year to remind me again why I love family so much. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My health - Not long ago I felt handicap. Barely able to walk and fearing I may never regain my back strength has been short of an eye opener to never take the small things of life for granted.  My health has become so important to me that I am so grateful to be my energetic self again.  &lt;em&gt;Don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;/em&gt; definitely applies to me here.  You may not notice it on a day to day basis but when it suddenly quits on you, it becomes your sole goal to get it back. I know I was pregnant but for 10 months my walking pains got worse and worse until I couldn't take it anymore.  Feeling pain free again is something to definitely feel grateful about.&lt;/li&gt;
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So you see, the things we sometimes take for grated are the things I am most grateful for on this day.  They are the foundation of why and who I am at this very point in my life.  My life may not be perfect but it's not who we are but how we feel and like I said, at this point in my life I feel amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you God for blessing me with such a fun day with my family, I could not have asked for more. &amp;nbsp;I truly feel loved every day but today was far and beyond my expectations. &amp;nbsp;I truly had a Happy Birthday and I can't wait for maaany moooore! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6800; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are precious moments I can never take for granted because as amazing as they are, they will not last forever. It seems like yesterday my 10 year old Sophia was born, I can only imagine the same happening with my two month old now. Time definitely flies and when it does, you have to enjoy it while you can.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This mother's day was so amazingly fulfilling.  Being that I am a mom to three amazing little girls, I could not ask for more.  I've always been a girl who doesn't ask for much but being blessed with my three daughters has been more than I ever imagined I would have in my lifetime.  I am way more than grateful, I am honored to be their mom which to me means everything and right now my main priority in life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-v34ysrXNDvc/T7JdptvnkOI/AAAAAAAAEs8/sbGbYbjSxVg/s720/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A35%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-v34ysrXNDvc/T7JdptvnkOI/AAAAAAAAEs8/sbGbYbjSxVg/s371/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A35%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1337095720484.438" class="alignleft" alt="" width="371" height="278"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I have put my life on hold for them or basically on over drive.  Tackling a hundred things at once is not easy but I am getting the hang of it.  Two months after my third baby girl is born, I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I worried how I'm gonna do this with so much going on in my life but I guess I always find a way.  When you love what you do, there's always a way. :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My mother's day was super.  Like every year I choose to go eat at Red Lobster and have a giant Sunset Passion Colatta which I have to share with everyone of course. I order it non-alcoholic so my girls can have some (or most of it) too.  I ask for the shots (coconut rum) on the side which taste yummy with my lobster meal by the way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uJOS-kKmzXo/T7Jbt5Y57MI/AAAAAAAAEsk/aIBzqk9h67k/s500/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A32%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-US_ldzsGVBU/T7JbwRZrsdI/AAAAAAAAEss/n3jgs8ugpew/s500/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%2525208%25253A32%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1337095720462.334" class="alignright" alt="" width="390" height="390"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Home made cards are my favorite thing to get and this year was no exception.  I always ask for them because there's nothing more personal and special than something you made with your hands and my girls are experts at this.  Camila woke up super early just to wish me a Happy Mother's Day and so I could finally open her card. Aww, These little moments mean the world to me! :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pancake Breakfast from Sophie was another one of my favorite surprises. I never say no when they offer because I know how amazing it feels to do something for the ones you love. I do it all the time for them and I know they enjoy having these special gestures toward me... at least twice a year - Mother's Day and my Birthday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y-pSe5s5BSg/T7J1iipFuAI/AAAAAAAAEtI/0Kv4QKzkkRg/s453/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A25%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y-pSe5s5BSg/T7J1iipFuAI/AAAAAAAAEtI/0Kv4QKzkkRg/s300/Photo%252520May%25252015%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A25%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1337095720447.46" class="alignleft" alt="" width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I also got a good laugh when I found out my dad ate most of the fruit from the Edible Arrangement I sent to my mom. (I'll make sure to send him one on his day I guess) What a blessing to have my mother on this very special day. She's the best mom a girl could ever have. I only wish to be half the mother and make half she sacrifices she made for us. She truly has all my admiration for there is nothing she wouldn't do for us. I can never say it enough, I love my mother with all my heart! She's the most amazing mother ever!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My day was an enormous blessing and I'm so happy about everything that happened to me. So my day ended in bed with my girls and baby boy watching the chick flick, The Vow.  Not bad for a day that should be celebrated more than once but luckily for me it does... Next stop for pampering: MY BIRTHDAY! :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-1588724570060061487?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XNfZ50aK6A4/T6pn45mXYlI/AAAAAAAAEp0/-SaRu6Fe-VA/s1600/Photo%252520May%2525209%25252C%2525202012%2525207%25253A23%252520AM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="alignright" height="333" id="blogsy-1336571802821.2844" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XNfZ50aK6A4/T6pn45mXYlI/AAAAAAAAEp0/-SaRu6Fe-VA/s307/Photo%252520May%2525209%25252C%2525202012%2525207%25253A23%252520AM.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the proudest mother to a smart, sweet and beautiful 10 year old! I can't believe it's been this long and the first little baby to come into my life to change it forever has transformed into this amazing little princess!  I can still remember the day she was born like it was yesterday... I close my eyes and the feeling of amazement is still there, the feeling of fear there and most of all the feeling of complete and utter fulfilment is most definitely there.  I felt my life was now complete, nothing else could compare to the joy and love that came bundled up weighing in only 6lbs, 9oz.  Something so small was the biggest and most amazing thing that had ever happened to me!  My life took a meaning that is indescrivable in every sense of the world.  I was stunned and could not believe my life would never be the same and it never has.&lt;/div&gt;
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My daughter's birth ten years ago also became &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; re-birth.  The term "&lt;em&gt;your life will never be the same&lt;/em&gt;" was something I didn't fully understand until she was born.  That day my life got a whole   new meaning and new goal and a new sense of direction... I became WE.  I no longer saw life wondering about what I wanted or needed but what &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; needed and my life became &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much more important.  I had a responsibility unlike anything I ever had before, someone's life is precious but a little piece of me was even more so.  She dependended on me and I ultimately became dependent on her.  &lt;/div&gt;
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I felt strong, powerful and above all loved.  A love I had never experienced before.  Unconditional love is the most amazing kind of love there is and I was getting loads of it every single day!  I became stronger and stronger in my own sense of self the more and more she grew.  She has since become my rock, my foundation and energy to continue my journey in life.  She gave me a purpose that not even I could imagine.  I will forever be grateful for everything she's given me... a mother's love has been the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and has forever changed my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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10 years later we are planning her birthday party that we hoped our family would be a part of.  It was so amazing and fun, memorable in every way! We knew we would have fun but fun became an understatement... we had a blast!  She chose her dress, her black heel shoes (which ended up fitting small) and her theme.  She has grown up so much from having a Hello Kitty theme party when she was 2 years old.  Now it was just... pink and black.  Yes, it was her day so the party would be her way.  It was beautiful and a day she will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know how I managed it all in one week with a few kinks here and there... i.e.. could not book the Mariachi band on time (due to Cinco de Mayo they were all taken) and the helium tank I bought was actually empty! So yes, those two were minor set backs but nothing that became too noticeable.  My family coming togther to celebrate my daughters's special day was so significant and essential in making her birth day one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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We laughed, we danced, we ate fajitas, we drank margaritas, we hit the pinata and we jumped on the moonwalk!  My sisters and brother were here, my mother and friends were here... it was such a memorable day that I've only had the pleasure of hosting two of these in my life so far but hoping for a repeat soon.  I am so exhausted but it was so amazingly worth it! :) &lt;/div&gt;
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Goodbye Wont Be Easy" /><author><name>Lorena Frith</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104874623509801187218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ewN-ThTq5lg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADqA/kIgUq5duxeA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-eBq_XYccrhQ/T30LMM5kGxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/kPrRfkcrG2k/s72-c/Photo%252520Apr%2525204%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A01%252520PM.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.lorenablog.com/2012/04/my-house-addiction-goodbye-wont-be-easy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRHgycCp7ImA9WhVXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208704130482128893.post-1679207591203224524</id><published>2012-04-08T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T11:34:55.698-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-13T11:34:55.698-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>HAPPY EASTER: Confetti Time!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7we6AzVdkYg/T4hFceDmqbI/AAAAAAAAEMo/IfPpRoceOgc/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A21%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7we6AzVdkYg/T4hFceDmqbI/AAAAAAAAEMo/IfPpRoceOgc/s500/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A21%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1334334107870.7837" class="alignleft" alt="" width="346" height="512"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Maybe you've heard of them or maybe you haven't, but growing up we celebrated Easter with confetti filled eggs and as a kid there was nothing more exiting.  For weeks the family would empty egg shells, wash them and sit them down to dry until we made dozens of them. As Easter approached, we would paint them and fill them up with confetti and some naughty eggs would be filled with other things like flour! Then on Easter we would search for the eggs and chase each other around cracking them on the head.  Whoever got struck with the flour egg usually went home crying but that was fun too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While now I dont find the eggs anymore, i have become the target of all my girl's head egg cracking.  i usually end up with a headache after so much smashing but its all for some good family fun. I do chase my girls around but this time it's with a camera trying to capture those special moments I know they will cherish when they are adults.  I know I wish I had at least one of me! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZBMZlqWavAY/T4hMXYdA_MI/AAAAAAAAEM0/Gqie_Cp1Wi8/s500/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A54%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZBMZlqWavAY/T4hMXYdA_MI/AAAAAAAAEM0/Gqie_Cp1Wi8/s395/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A54%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1334334107916.6653" class="alignright" alt="" width="395" height="295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is more exciting than confetti? As a kid, not much compares to it and as a mom with a camera, it's an awesome prop! :)  Nothing puts a bigger smile on their face quite like confetti in the air.  We made sure to have plenty of confetti in the eggs and also on the side for throwing on each other's faces. The downside with making confetti eggs is that I am still finding it in my carpet on almost every room! But it's a small price to pay for such precious moments. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WA38zhb8kow/T4hFWY45iKI/AAAAAAAAEMY/8x_ifVf9Wvc/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A24%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WA38zhb8kow/T4hFWY45iKI/AAAAAAAAEMY/8x_ifVf9Wvc/s390/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A24%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1334334107863.3682" class="alignright" alt="" width="390" height="282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day began kind of slow being that we had chocolate bunnies for breakfast but then we finally decided to to head to Texas Roadhouse for lunch. We made it to the ranch and found a shady area to hide the eggs for the girls and the fun began. It was a bit humid but the weather felt great, it's usually enjoyable this time of the year and the perfect time for outdoor fun. My girls had fun looking for eggs, cracking them on my head and I had fun chasing my girls with the camera but we all got to do just what we love to do. We can't wait for next year! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9fja3H5xhnY/T4hFZoHA0pI/AAAAAAAAEMg/99e5lBZoUSM/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A22%252520AM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9fja3H5xhnY/T4hFZoHA0pI/AAAAAAAAEMg/99e5lBZoUSM/s343/Photo%252520Apr%25252013%25252C%2525202012%25252010%25253A22%252520AM.jpg" id="blogsy-1334334107871.8188" class="alignleft" alt="" width="343" height="261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="blogsyText" style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we had great family fun, we never forget the true beauty behind our Easter sunday.  We are very greatful for everything our Lord has blessed us with.  Thank you for making this and every day with our family possible for us.  We celebrate with our hearts filled with love and appreciation for what you did for us.  Never a day passes that I don't thank you for everything you do for us.  Always greatful! :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogsyText" style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-1679207591203224524?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She has been so much more than I ever expected as the rush of feel good hormones are still rushing through my body. Other than being a little bit sleep deprived, she has been such an easy baby to care for. Thank you God, I can never be more thankful for this. She sleeps on her own and is so content when she's left in her bouncy vibrating chair that almost every time it turns out into some more sleeping time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--W2Xm6TVuoQ/T4GOWnmlQEI/AAAAAAAAEKk/1Pt0tLCW0II/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--W2Xm6TVuoQ/T4GOWnmlQEI/AAAAAAAAEKk/1Pt0tLCW0II/s365/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1333983077240.0159" class="alignleft" alt="" width="365" height="259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE MONTH OLD. While I certianly can't tell much difference from the day she was born to now on her sleeping, she is beginning to show other signs of brain development.  One of the major milestones I just began to notice is her smiles and it's one of my favorites! There is nothing in the world that makes my heart melt faster than when she sees my face and she flashes her mouth full of gums at me. Its the greatest feeling in the world that she finally knows im alive. I can sit there making funny voices forever just to get a glimpse of a big smile on her face. I know Im gonna begin to get more and more of this everyday. While babies begin to smile around 6 weeks, she's a bit early. Maybe it's helping that she's always getting so much attention and interaction from at least one of us and as you can see she's got plenty of loving coming at her at all times. She is one spoilingly loved baby girl. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7eRY1-H8VBs/T4GOKj5YNxI/AAAAAAAAEKM/lYkjLGaV-p4/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7eRY1-H8VBs/T4GOKj5YNxI/AAAAAAAAEKM/lYkjLGaV-p4/s365/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1333983077257.4368" class="alignright" alt="" width="365" height="258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time certainly flies and I'm finally seeing some sense into my life again. Raising and caring for 3 girls comes with some definite challenges that surprisingly I have managed quite well so far. They each have their needs and while it takes some running around sometimes It can become a bit overwhelming. There is, of course, no greater joy than when I see my girls happy and cared for. They are my biggest blessings in life and my reasons for living that enjoying every day is not work but an honor. A challenging honor but time flies so when it finally comes for them to move on, I want to say I enjoyed every possible moment with them to the fullest. No regrets, only a glass of wine in my hand saying "I did good". Then I'll be old and in a nursing home chair somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I got depressing there for a second but as you can see my life now is actually the most exciting time it will ever be. Well, I guess any life seems infinitely more exciting when you compare it to sitting in a nursing home chair somewhere. At least I'm realizing this early and not waiting until I actually am in a nursing home and regretful wishing I had done things differently. I like to think that won't be my fate though, a nursing home I mean. Come on, I have three girls, one of them in bound to feel sorry for me and take me to live with them! Ok, maybe I should have more kids juust in case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sg8SyZyF1Y4/T4GOPNMZSzI/AAAAAAAAEKU/qM6Wu50Id40/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sg8SyZyF1Y4/T4GOPNMZSzI/AAAAAAAAEKU/qM6Wu50Id40/s405/Photo%252520Apr%2525207%25252C%2525202012%2525204%25253A17%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1333983077256.2139" class="alignleft" width="405" height="287" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, back to my life right now. (I hate it when I go in fantasy mode). So I took these photos for Marina's One Monthaversary and I can't wait to frame a couple. It's my first little photo shoot with my three girls together and I loved seeing them like that so much. It was a pleasure and some photos that we will treasure forever. &#x1f60a;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogsyText" style="text-align: center;"&gt; Sophia, Camila and Marina, a.k.a. "Mommy's Girls"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-1634733842851087557?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just one month ago I was miserable and desperate worrying day and night as to why it was taking so long.  It's been just almost one month and now I can only think of one thing, time flies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE MONTH LATER.  While I hardly get any sleep still, the rest of me is finally beginning to feel like my normal self again and it feels great!  It's so awesome to begin to feel like I got it going on again. Whatever that means but I feel like it and I LOVE It. :))  My clothes are fitting again, my shoes are finally sexy and my walk no longer resembles a penguins'!  Yes, these are the little things that make me happy these days.  It must be the lack of sleep I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My WEIGHT LOSS.  It's been crazy how fast I've lost so much weight. Last week I weighed 124lbs which is nice.  I like this weight but I probably won't stay here as I continue to drop specially when I begin to exercise.  I think my rapid weight loss has to do with my complete lack of appetite that began a couple of weeks after having Marina.  I don't know why, but just the thought of food isn't so attractive to me anymore.  I eat oatmeal in the mornings and feed the baby the rest of the day.  Lack of sleep, lack of food and there you have it.  I guess I can summarize my weight loss to one word: Lazy.  If I don't cook I don't eat and if I don't eat, well I lose weight.  My gosh, why hasn't anyone thought of this before?  It's simple really.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E-ThvA-dnqc/T30HKM14Y0I/AAAAAAAAEIU/QafQaLj_L7M/s500/Photo%252520Apr%2525204%25252C%2525202012%2525209%25253A44%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E-ThvA-dnqc/T30HKM14Y0I/AAAAAAAAEIU/QafQaLj_L7M/s409/Photo%252520Apr%2525204%25252C%2525202012%2525209%25253A44%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1333594041775.439" class="alignright" width="409" height="409" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOTS OF PHOTOS! That's all I've been doing lately because I don't want to miss anything of this amazing time.  I know time flies and babies are not babies for long and before you know it they are 4 1/2!  Just in case you didn't know, according to a scientific study, it's at 4 1/2 that babies stop being adorable. If scientists say it, it must be true right?  Not to me. To me my baby girls are the most amazingly adorable babies in the entire world and that's why I want to capture every single moment. :)  I finally get out this weekend and I can't wait to capture more adorable moments on Easter Sunday, it's going to be fun!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-1203607558392973106?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There's An App For That</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0lZ6rtsOsgc/T3NhPUXqU4I/AAAAAAAAEFA/Zf4dS7XudPo/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252028%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0lZ6rtsOsgc/T3NhPUXqU4I/AAAAAAAAEFA/Zf4dS7XudPo/s353/Photo%252520Mar%25252028%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A58%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1332961667498.2363" class="alignright" width="353" height="264" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; I don't know why this App wasn't out when I needed it so bad with my other two girls.  Oh yes I know... there was no iPads back then! I'm just so glad I have it now and it's the one thing that keeps me sane during my zombie like state these past three weeks.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The day I got in from the hospital I began looking for an App that would make my life as a new mommy less chaotic and I'm so glad I stumbled upon this one.  I downloaded the trial which is good for only one thing, realizing you just can't live without it and then you buy the paid version.  After forking out 4.99 there hasn't been a day or rather an hour that I don't use it.  It keeps me sane during this unorganized and very forgetful time of my life.  When my pediatrician asks me how's her eating progressing or her sleeping habits changing, I know exactly what to answer instead of what I answered with my other two daughters, "uhh".  Yes, this app makes me sound like I actually got some sleep that night, so just for that it's worth every penny! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what's this amazing App I just can't live without called? It's called... ok wait, I forgot!  See, you ask me anything else other than Marina's last diaper change and I have no clue!  Ok yes, it's called Baby Log and you can find it in the Market.  No wait, that's what the Android one is called!  It's in the iPad store or whatever you call it... I haven't slept in days, please bear with me! :) Oh yes, It's in the Apple App Store. There. I recommend you download the free trial version first but it won't do you no good, you'll want the paid version one minute later. This app not only keeps track of all baby's daily activities but also her milestones, vaccines, allergies, growth charts and diary with photos of all her cute little thumb suckings!  I love it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for all you NEW mommies out there which I've noticed there are a bunch, I just had to share this App with you.  It's so useful in every way.  Now if there was an App for getting some sleep, I'd get one in a... what that thing called that the heart does? :/ I need sleep so bad but at least with this app I know just how my baby sleeps her day and night away and yet I can't seem to hardly get any. Oh well, one day my time will come again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-2247594802107869278?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am completely full of love and sometimes I think it's the only thing that keeps me going right now. Love, not food or water or even sleep but LOVE. Aw, these magical moments of holding a new born in your arms are amazing.  And since they don't last long at all I am doing my best to enjoy every magical moment I can with her even if it means no sleep or food or water. ☺ Ok maybe there is some water drinking every now and then but really, who can think of doing anything else than starting at this bundle of love and joy.  With her in my arms there's nothing else I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sleeping Beauty. All she seems to do right now is sleep and sleep some more and at the same time it's the one thing that is lacking from my diet.  The doctor tells me to sleep when the baby sleeps but I say sleeping is for quitters! Ok, not really but what other choice do I have?  I don't have time to sleep!  Yes, that's more like it. In a normal life, I would take random naps during the day leaving me fresh and energized but I don't have one of those normal lives where all things are possible.  I scrounge for micro naps at the most inappropriate times like when I'm actually feeding her and hope she doesn't fall off my arms while doing it. ☺ Yes, this is normal so that's all I have to say about that, moving along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Marina's Adorable Photo Shoot. This didn't last long, she became bored and sleepy shortly after I started so it was my cue to get a life aside from her.  I went and washed some bottles and did some chores then waited until she woke up to get some more mommy sugars again. Oh so many more mommy photo shoots awaits her. Yes, this is something she needs to learn from me from an early age and just like my other girls she seems to be a fast learner.  What can a camera-obsessed mommy want more than a cute posing baby girl? Oh yes, three cute posing baby girls!!! ☺ Definitely, so much more for mommy to love! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-9183447096994276518?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I sort of figured it would but had no idea by how much. It definitely got worse before it got better and right now I'm going into the better direction and I couldn't be happier! :) Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I've been in constant pain and then more pain after labor.  Two weeks later, it seems my life is finally headed the right direction one day at a time.  After passing all the pregnancy pain and after labor hurdles, the lack of sleep is the only thing keeping me down right now but it's nothing compared to what I've gone through. Lack of sleep? Really, bring it! :) I can't say it enough though, this has definitely been the hardest pregnancy ever! I can say now, with all due respect, that I am done in this department so I am trying to enjoy every second of it as much as I can. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xp_EMkzvGkA/TwIeYD7R-gI/AAAAAAAADxU/dqRnalEaLAg/185905_1889590320706_1269922240_32294491_5123025_n.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xp_EMkzvGkA/TwIeYD7R-gI/AAAAAAAADxU/dqRnalEaLAg/s373/185905_1889590320706_1269922240_32294491_5123025_n.jpg" id="blogsy-1332686753450.0234" class="alignright" alt="" width="373" height="266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'm a mom that prides herself in being there for my girls as much as they need me even if it means putting my self last or none at all.  With two girls I thought I had it figured out, I've got two hands so I was able to divide myself with each one. Now with my third daughter, I was afraid I would not be able to do it anymore.  How am I going to care for three now?! It's definitely more responsibility but it also makes life worth living. No matter how hard it may be, I would do it all over again in a heart beat! They are my greatest joy and blessings in this world and worth every ounce of pain I endured and more just to have them in my life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you go through hard times, you value life so much more and gives it a new found meaning that you didn't have before.  To me it seems I've been handicapped for 10 months and to finally be able to do things I could only dream of, is amazing.  Last night for example, I sat on the floor with my girls eating pizza and watching a movie! As simple as this may seem, to me this sitting on a floor was an impossibility! Bending to pick up something from the floor was out of the question. Walking normal and painless was only in my dreams! It was so frustrating to want to do things with my girls and I couldn't. Little things are what mean so much to me right now and that I never want to take them for granted again! I have learned that it's the little things that are the biggest blessings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I5ggrMJfwqc/T0qGkZALQ9I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/GESpDagpXkQ/Photo%252520Feb%25252026%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A20%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I5ggrMJfwqc/T0qGkZALQ9I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/GESpDagpXkQ/s306/Photo%252520Feb%25252026%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A20%252520PM.jpg" id="blogsy-1332686753509.0776" class="alignleft" alt="" width="306" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Spring in the air, I am so hopeful and ready to start living again. I guess I will continue to do my best and that should be good enough. I just pray for strength and health to be able to keep up with my three growing baby girls.  I'm so looking forward to life now that I can't wait to get started again.  It feels like I've been away somewhere unavailable but feel so positive about my life from now on.  Even if it may be harder, it will also be so much more fun and rewarding and that is where I want to focus on.  I've done it once, I've done it twice so third should now be easy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It should. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-7092656398912064722?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My loving mother. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know every one feels their own mothers are the very best and they are probably right, but this is definitely something we have in common.  My mother has managed to travel to be with me and help me during my three pregnancies and she does it with so much love that I feel like God sends me an Angel to watch over me when I need it the most. I have been blessed with a beautiful mother who takes real concern for my well being not only because she is my mother but also because she knows what it's like to be in my situation.  We all need someone sometimes and she always comes to my rescue without me even asking.  She knows me well enough to know I won't ask for help because I got that personality trait from her.  &lt;br /&gt;
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She is a strong woman who still manages to care for others at her age.  Her children mean so much to her, I see myself in her more every single day.  I don't think I could ever put anyone else above my children when the times comes that they need me.  I know this because I do it every day already and I know this will never change. There's no greater feeling than to be cared for by your own mother and this is one quality I have learned from her.  At my age and caring for every one else I tend to forget how it feels to be cared for.  She reminds me every time she visits me.  The last week before delivery of my babies, she has traveled to help me clean and cook meals and help with the girls so that I can get rest.  I'm telling you I'm not used to this and my heart fills with indescribable joy when she says to me: "I know what I'm gonna make you for dinner!"  &lt;br /&gt;
During my last weeks of pregnancy I am barely able to walk, unable to bend and have the energy level of a turtle but I still know I got to get up and get my day completed because no body else is going to do it for me.  Having her here with me means the world to me.  I can't say it enough, she's my angel when I feel like giving up but I know I can't.  It's so emotional when she has to go because my heart is filled with gratitude that no words can describe.  She is and always will be the strongest, sweetest and loving woman I know and look up to and if I can only be half of what she is I know my girls will one day be sayin the same things about me.  There is no greater gift that you can give your children.  :)&lt;br /&gt;
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March 7, 2012 is a day I will never forget... My third Miracle was born! ♥ My day began with yet another routine OB appointment filled with uncertainty. "What if I'm not 5cm anymore?" "What if I have to wait another week?" &amp;nbsp;I kept thinking to myself. &amp;nbsp;Mostly, I thought it would be another day of waiting but little did I know I would be headed to the hospital from there to begin the process of giving life to my little angel. &amp;nbsp;I was a bit over 6cm and it was enough to get me admitted into the hospital this time! &amp;nbsp;This was exiting news as I had been sent home before with 5cm so this could be the day. This could be the day?!!! &amp;nbsp;As forever as this pregnancy felt like it was taking, as I got admitted everything went by so much faster than I ever imagined! The epidural, the oxytocin, the water being broken by my doctor at 7cm to one hour later my little baby girl being placed in my arms! I could not believe she was almost here until I saw the doctors and nurses running around and me actually having to breath in to hold her back! When she was on her way, nothing was holding her back. "Your body was made to have babies" my doctor told me as every one was amazing at how quickly she was out. &amp;nbsp;I thought to myself how proud I was for toughing it out through it all and have delivered my baby safely. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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As I laid on the bed during my "waiting" time, the whole nine months flashed before my eyes... from the moment I found out I was pregnant to the every day back pain to the days I almost could not get up from the bed. I could not believe I was finally on the day when it would all come to an end. &amp;nbsp;A day I thought would never get here and it finally did! I was so happy, scared and anxious as to how it all would end. &amp;nbsp;It all ended in a blink of an eye! Faster than I ever thought or imagined. I actually wanted it to slow down a bit so I could process it all but didn't have time to. The way it started was the way it ended, in a heartbeat. &amp;nbsp;The second I heard her little cry I was flying in my own little cloud of amazing emotions filled with love, adoration and so much amazement!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You God For blessing me with my third little Angel. I feel like the happiest girl in the world! I pray for guidance, love and support to be the best mom I can be for her. I know as mothers we all make mistakes but I pray for the knowledge to be able to correct them when I do. Everyone who knows me know my daughters mean the world to me and just when I thought my heart was incapable of loving any more... Marina comes into my life to teach me there is NO LIMIT to a mother's love-- It is infinite and never ending. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Thank you God for blessing me  today and trusting me to be the &lt;br /&gt;best mom I can be for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;♥ &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;YOU SO MUCH MARINA!! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-4380859294827510735?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_xzAydKYTk/T1ZC1aRswnI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/tAEQUQKMChU/s1600/1300980695654809600_1_f446499a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_xzAydKYTk/T1ZC1aRswnI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/tAEQUQKMChU/s200/1300980695654809600_1_f446499a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little girl is growing up! I rushed online to view the video she was going to be shown at school's health education class as images of 'what kind of trash porn are they going to show my little girl' kept flashing before my eyes! To my surprise and relief, I had already had this talk with her since like three years ago. &amp;nbsp;All my freaking out was a bit in vain but it just shows how responsive I am. &amp;nbsp;I remember being a little girl and hearing all kinds of stories and I would be terrified. Unable to have a real conversation with someone I could trust out of embarrassment I had to try to convince myself they were not telling the truth. &amp;nbsp;I pride myself in the relationship I have with my daughter, she knows she can trust me and always have me as a friend. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am her mom but her friend as well. &amp;nbsp;Growing up I learned we have to take advice from somebody and when we can't find someone to trust, we will often take the dumb advice from another dumb friend who is just as clueless as we are. &amp;nbsp;I never want my girl to feel this way. By golly, I went to college! (Like Plankton would say) LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Relieved? I sure am... for now. At the same time a bit worried at everything that is yet to come but I will handle it probably just as freaked out as I was this time. &amp;nbsp;What's important is, I will handle it. &amp;nbsp;Last night with tears in her eyes she told me "mom, I don't have much longer to be a little girl" and I said to her "babygirl, to me you will ALWAYS be my little girl" as I signed her permission slip.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom at Cuco's Mexican Restaurant singing Las Mañanitas to her! &amp;nbsp;My mom is so modest that she doesn't even want anyone to know or even celebrate her birthday that when all the waiters came to sing to her in the middle of the whole restaurant and all the crowd joined in, she couldn't believe it! She was so&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;that these photos became priceless to me. :) I Love My Mom!&lt;/div&gt;
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Apparently she is not ready yet and have no idea when she will be! Yesterday and today have been days of waiting and waiting but of no progress. &amp;nbsp;I'm definitely feeling contractions since then but have not gotten progressively stronger. &amp;nbsp;They just come and go as they please and today just seems to be yet another day of the same thing... waiting and no progress. :) My trip to the hospital was just that, a trip. I was told to go home and wait for stronger labor pain&amp;nbsp;symptoms&amp;nbsp;which could be at any moment or at any day. &amp;nbsp;With my due date of March 8 I still got plenty of time but honestly hope she doesn't wait that long! Praying for a health baby delivery.&lt;br /&gt;
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While she's doing good and I still have a good couple of weeks before my OB even thinks of&amp;nbsp;inducing&amp;nbsp;my labor, at this point all I can do is wait for her to make her move when she's ready. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad to finally be in March and honestly, March 2 (ehem, also Jon Bon Jovi's birthday) would have been nice but at this time, it is not gonna happen. What's next? Sophia's due date she chose several months ago. She picked Camila's birth day correctly several months before she was even born and if she guesses this one too I'm gonna get her registered in some type of psychic course and start charging money from her! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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All I know at this point is that this girl wants to definitely make an entrance I won't soon forget! &amp;nbsp;She is taking her sweet time and me for a ride far longer than I ever expected. :) So here I am &amp;nbsp;now, waiting for the any moment I have to run to the hospital that just seems to be taking forever. &amp;nbsp;I am enjoying the visit and being with my mom every moment right now, so this has kept me occupied the past couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;
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So this is it for now, I'm off to running on my treadmill and doing some extensive&amp;nbsp;vacuuming&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;strenuous wrestling... I think that's what the doctor ordered. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HWRv3BLsV7M/T0qGho7ceoI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/fYRiHbefTd8/Photo%252520Feb%25252026%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A21%252520PM.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="222" id="blogsy-1330361263063.7285" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HWRv3BLsV7M/T0qGho7ceoI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/fYRiHbefTd8/s317/Photo%252520Feb%25252026%25252C%2525202012%2525201%25253A21%252520PM.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With one word?... Everything!  While I haven't had some real time with it out in the field due to me being a bit, how do you say it, unavailable for the past few months, I plan on getting jiggy with it a whole lot more in the coming months.  All I can really say is that my upgrade was way over due and deciding on which camera to upgrade to took a bit of time.  I wasn't sure if I wanted the 7D or 5D as both seem very promising and definitely worth having.  At the end, due to some amazing reviews I decided on the Canon 5DMII and I can't say I regret it one single bit.  From the moment I opened the box, I was completely in loove! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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While I haven't used it much there are some basic features that just stand out from the beginning and definitely worth mentioning.  This camera has an amazingly high ISO performance, it just gobbles light so for an indoor camera it works amazingly. I was very impressed with this one feature as the image quality of your photos are unlike anything else I've seen. The 5D is a full frame camera so with its wide angle it lets all your lenses work exactly the way they should without cropping any of the image out. This one became very important for me when deciding on getting this camera. The LCD on the back is so bright and makes checking for photo sharpness super easy.  Just out of the box this baby feels amazing in my hands... the grip ooh it is so dreamy!  It's a bit heavier than others but very well balanced in your hands. And finally, while it does great video I can't say I've tested this feature out much yet. The only bad things are the 5DMII is very demanding on high end L lenses and has no built in popup flash (not that I ever used it).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PyitK6jnd-U/TzLKUk025WI/AAAAAAAAD3M/zvhyJi3IZPA/s1600/426178_3270784169689_1269922240_33408797_1831541059_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="alignright" height="281" id="blogsy-1330361263044.843" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PyitK6jnd-U/TzLKUk025WI/AAAAAAAAD3M/zvhyJi3IZPA/s363/426178_3270784169689_1269922240_33408797_1831541059_n.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shot this photo of my daughter Camila on her birthday in a pitch dark room with only the candles as ambien light. I used my 85mm f1.8 lens as it works amazing as an indoor lens. I was pretty impressed with the image as my baby girl is not very still for long. This photo captured exactly what I was seeing right in front of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did not get the kit lens that comes witht the camera so I saved that money being I have my eyes set on my dream lens, coming soon.  I don't do much indoor photography and I figured the 70-200mm L lens would be all that I need for all the outdoors. The beautiful Spring season is almost here so with this lens and my 5DMII, I will be ready to use it for just about everything. I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;
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As you may know this past year has been a difficult year for me but I plan on using this a whole lot in the coming year.  I am very exited since I've been out of doing what I love for a while.  I am already in love with my new Canon 5D MarkII and I look forward to making some amazing memories with it. :) &lt;/div&gt;
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All I know my due date is March 8th. Either way, I feel like it could be any day now baby girl decides to join us.  My last OB visit was yesterday and was so looking forward to it because I was getting my last ultrasound only to be let down completely.  I know it was all about measuring baby and getting important information before her birth, but this mama wanted to see more!  All I got was this not so great ultrasound photo of what looks like her eye. On the computer I saw video of her face so much better than this but this was the only photo I got. Oh well, I've seen better before but it's such a blessing to find out she looks healthy and is now 6lbs 5 oz! Sophia was born at 6lbs 9 oz and Camila at 6lbs 11 oz so she's almost there! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YB0biALqwGU/T0fBbxyU2OI/AAAAAAAAD5s/1gdJpPX28fo/422907_3391730113262_1269922240_33463963_4893107_n.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YB0biALqwGU/T0fBbxyU2OI/AAAAAAAAD5s/1gdJpPX28fo/s304/422907_3391730113262_1269922240_33463963_4893107_n.jpg" id="blogsy-1330283492816.234" class="alignleft" alt="" width="304" height="382"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Come on March, can you get here faster please! :) I've been trying to have as much bed rest as I possibly can to make it to March but who knows how much longer I have to wait to meet her! I know I look and feel like I could burst any minute now although most people keep telling me how small I look.  One thing was strange though, I lost weight since my last week appointment.  I went from 142lbs which was great to 139lbs yesterday. One reason I think is that I am eating less now due to the fact that she's almost up to my chest making big meals almost impossible.  I'm still eating healthy though and as long as she's gaining her weight, I should be fine.  I don't know if I will make it to my goal weight of 149lbs which I was on the day when I had my two other girls, I am exactly 10lbs less! It seems like this baby has been eating up every single last calorie I eat but that's ok because it's all about her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Uu_C8EXXY3M/T0fB3O3-2zI/AAAAAAAAD58/Js5NLmIDNUg/404468_3391607790204_1269922240_33463905_1245224613_n.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Uu_C8EXXY3M/T0fB3O3-2zI/AAAAAAAAD58/Js5NLmIDNUg/s306/404468_3391607790204_1269922240_33463905_1245224613_n.jpg" id="blogsy-1330283492835.893" class="alignright" alt="" width="306" height="402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know one thing is for sure... we all can't wait to meet her! I've got two other little girls who are so exited to meet their little sister.  Camila has been telling me "baby is taking foweva mom!" since I was one month but now she's so happy the time is closer than ever.  She has been practicing her baby holding and bottle feeding with her dolls because she wants to be my little helper, she says.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Another exciting thing is that my mom is coming to visit and my family too! :) I can't wait to see them all and pray to God for a safe and healthy delivery.  I can't say I'm not a bit scared as to when and how, but I have faith everything will be just fine.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on March, get here now! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*As it turns out... I am 38 weeks! I've been two weeks behind all along, thanks to my OB who got my dates mixed  up.  Still my Due Date falls around March 8th.  ;)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208704130482128893-2047289549141148075?l=www.lorenablog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia Loren Frith -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;©&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;2011
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I love when I find photos hidden in my computer I had forgotten I had even taken! These being some of them. &amp;nbsp;I love going out in the outdoors and taking my girls for fun photo shoots. &amp;nbsp;While I happen to love those candid shots I take of them, some of my favorite shots have been posed and it doesn't get better than with my beautiful baby girl Sophia. &amp;nbsp;Her eyes are so expressive and her gentle smile tells me everything. &amp;nbsp;I find myself not even directing her on how to pose. &amp;nbsp;She manages every beautiful pose completely natural and her beauty just shines on through. This is exactly what you call being a natural I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia Loren Frith -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;©&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;2011
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She's always a joy and the camera loves her every expression. She makes this mama so proud and I know these memories will go with her for the rest of her life. &amp;nbsp;This is what it's all about. &amp;nbsp;I guess because I can count the photos I have from my childhood with one hand, I never want my girls to feel the same way. &amp;nbsp;They won't even know what to do with the thousand photos I have of them! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia Loren Frith -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;©&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;2011
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