tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76767763885128490752024-02-20T05:50:29.511-05:00Coco and her Baby SproutsRobyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-24574027496398132142010-05-26T01:41:00.003-04:002010-05-26T01:42:00.856-04:00I've Moved!Check me out at my new website to keep up to date with my photographic adventures!<br />
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See you there!Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-41568268005336572592009-09-14T09:27:00.010-04:002009-09-14T09:33:01.286-04:00I know ... I know ...I'm bad ... I need to update the site but we've been so busy enjoying summer ... I just haven't had the time to sit down and update you all. As most of you know, I've started a photography business so I've been busy building my portfolio and launching my website. But I promise to update this as soon as things settle down!<span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">Love, Robyn and her double J's</span> xoxo</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Sq5FPm5G5yI/AAAAAAAABRE/ssxH4BO0T0I/s1600-h/robyn+and+the+boys+texture.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381314739194750754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Sq5FPm5G5yI/AAAAAAAABRE/ssxH4BO0T0I/s400/robyn+and+the+boys+texture.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Me and the boys at Springridge Farm</span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-1231683135593106462009-07-26T13:15:00.001-04:002009-08-02T13:32:17.568-04:00I couldn't resist ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnXL6RU5GnI/AAAAAAAABQU/6z2ItawaLIU/s1600-h/P1080792.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418733025696370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnXL6RU5GnI/AAAAAAAABQU/6z2ItawaLIU/s400/P1080792.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div>I couldn't <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>resist </strong></span>-- more pics of Dave! Yum!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnXLhXRixuI/AAAAAAAABQM/VOl79yrdlU0/s1600-h/Dave+Gahan.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418305125533410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnXLhXRixuI/AAAAAAAABQM/VOl79yrdlU0/s400/Dave+Gahan.jpg" /></a></div></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-7618526850339105932009-07-25T00:29:00.009-04:002009-08-01T02:11:13.448-04:00Depeche Mode Baby!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ1Et7_OOI/AAAAAAAABPM/8VbuMROq9nY/s1600-h/P1080732.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364478830062811362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ1Et7_OOI/AAAAAAAABPM/8VbuMROq9nY/s400/P1080732.jpg" /></a><br /><br />OK so this blog is normally dedicated to the life and times of my beautiful baby boys, but today, I'm making an <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>exception</strong></span> to that rule. Last night, Wesley and I went out alone. Without the boys. I mean, we really went out without the boys. All night long. A true date night. Ending with pizza at 200am! And when we woke up, we were still alone. In silence, having slept til 1000am. Pure bliss!<br /><div><div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ2OzmibFI/AAAAAAAABPc/J-ozn_6aJEI/s1600-h/P1080943.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480102893775954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ2OzmibFI/AAAAAAAABPc/J-ozn_6aJEI/s400/P1080943.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Dave Gahan ... yummalicious!</span><br /><br />We drove the boys to spend the night at their grandparents house, while we <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">partied</span></strong> at the Depeche Mode concert. DM launched their North American concert in Toronto and we had fifth row centre!! You have no idea how excited I was to see them again! DM has always been one of my favourite bands (and it doesn't hurt that I still have a boycrush on Martin Gore and Dave Gahan). They totally lived up to my expectations! I met up with some friends and fellow Moders that I haven't seen in ages. We drank, sang and danced to our favourite Depeche tunes, making it one of the best nights I've had in a really long time! </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ1jH3wwyI/AAAAAAAABPU/VC8ASGdi-2M/s1600-h/P1080792.jpg"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ2fynJkTI/AAAAAAAABPk/bX1xeDDUsR8/s1600-h/P1080890.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480394685681970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ2fynJkTI/AAAAAAAABPk/bX1xeDDUsR8/s400/P1080890.jpg" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">A very silvery Mmmmartin Gore! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ3gMVOueI/AAAAAAAABP0/Tyrx4N9ctCQ/s1600-h/P1080956.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364481501101472226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ3gMVOueI/AAAAAAAABP0/Tyrx4N9ctCQ/s400/P1080956.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">We're not excited? Nope ... not at all! ;)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ5CJxyoZI/AAAAAAAABP8/w7pSBmTa_Zc/s1600-h/P1090044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364483184043139474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ5CJxyoZI/AAAAAAAABP8/w7pSBmTa_Zc/s400/P1090044.JPG" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">With fellow moders - Emily, Jessica, and Lindsay</span> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ24kq3QNI/AAAAAAAABPs/rukNqXLgYmI/s1600-h/P1090049.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364480820439892178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SnJ24kq3QNI/AAAAAAAABPs/rukNqXLgYmI/s400/P1090049.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">More fellow Moders & Limelighters - Bill, Lindsay, and Jody :)</span></div></div></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-27643969655283713322009-07-10T12:16:00.000-04:002009-07-17T12:23:56.411-04:00Messy!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmClB1qgxWI/AAAAAAAABO8/Qq7PPni7Wz8/s1600-h/Jaz+Pastaface.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359465007574730082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmClB1qgxWI/AAAAAAAABO8/Qq7PPni7Wz8/s400/Jaz+Pastaface.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Do I have <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>anything </strong></span>on <a>my</a> face? At least we don't have problems feeding this little tyke anymore (as long as he's feeding himself)! :)</div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmClC43RbmI/AAAAAAAABPE/f35bTEmRNxY/s1600-h/IMGP3984.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359465025613426274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmClC43RbmI/AAAAAAAABPE/f35bTEmRNxY/s400/IMGP3984.JPG" /></a></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-32660517024112804772009-07-07T12:10:00.000-04:002009-07-17T12:15:15.830-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCjZpBJpPI/AAAAAAAABO0/CTi1UdJVbl4/s1600-h/IMGP3743.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359463217473627378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCjZpBJpPI/AAAAAAAABO0/CTi1UdJVbl4/s400/IMGP3743.JPG" /></a><br />Completely <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">beautiful</span></strong> ...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCiwBUFi0I/AAAAAAAABOs/WxjPU928m-E/s1600-h/IMGP3504.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462502440995650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCiwBUFi0I/AAAAAAAABOs/WxjPU928m-E/s400/IMGP3504.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Completely <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">priceless</span></strong> ...</div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-3751633302599952882009-07-06T11:04:00.001-04:002009-07-17T11:42:43.113-04:00A Swingin' Good Time!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCUcMxw8lI/AAAAAAAABOU/LxyItU305nk/s1600-h/IMGP3485.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359446768758092370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SmCUcMxw8lI/AAAAAAAABOU/LxyItU305nk/s400/IMGP3485.JPG" /></a><br /><div>One of the boys <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>favourite</strong></span> things to do when it's hot out! </div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-42442731392921657602009-07-05T21:52:00.000-04:002009-07-17T11:42:18.208-04:00Fun in the Sun :)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Slakqf4OeQI/AAAAAAAABN8/lTDNIWh0bAs/s1600-h/IMGP3417.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356649856822573314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Slakqf4OeQI/AAAAAAAABN8/lTDNIWh0bAs/s400/IMGP3417.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Jackson enjoying his swim with Uncle Shannon</span><br /><br /><div></div><div>The boys got to <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">swim</span></strong> in Noni and Papa's pool for the first time this weekend. It was so cold ... but the boys loved it. And when I say "boys", I mean Wesley and Jackson. Jackson just loved being in the water ... swirling around, splashing everyone. Jameson, on the other hand, hated it. He cried. A lot. It was pretty sad and cute, all at the same time! The next day, we put the boys on the grass, gave them a bowl of water, a couple toys, and let them go to town. Who knew a simple bowl and some water would provide squeals of delight! </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SlalYpvboYI/AAAAAAAABOE/PUsy0MHnbs8/s1600-h/IMGP3418.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356650649744023938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SlalYpvboYI/AAAAAAAABOE/PUsy0MHnbs8/s400/IMGP3418.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Poor Jameson</span> </div><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SlapWCeyqBI/AAAAAAAABOM/rBi6BE2Yjqw/s1600-h/IMGP3760.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356655002892019730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SlapWCeyqBI/AAAAAAAABOM/rBi6BE2Yjqw/s400/IMGP3760.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Daddy splashing the boys!</span></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-79001283353079732952009-06-29T19:33:00.004-04:002009-07-17T12:16:06.326-04:00Rain Rain Go Away!I hate rain. Hate it. It <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ruins</strong></span> everything! Stupid. I'm just sayin ...Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-3160005656700853292009-06-28T22:55:00.012-04:002009-06-29T19:38:29.743-04:00Summer Lovin'<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkguBkpAoRI/AAAAAAAABM8/B6Nv27QDGP8/s1600-h/Robyn+%26+Jaz+texture+2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352578761680265490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkguBkpAoRI/AAAAAAAABM8/B6Nv27QDGP8/s400/Robyn+%26+Jaz+texture+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>So, I got a <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>new</strong></span> 50mm f1.4 lens for my Pentax K200D and I love it! Did I mention that I LOVE it? It's a great portrait lens and it also takes amazing images up close with the creamiest <strong>bokeh</strong> I've ever seen! Here are a few pics that we took on Saturday when we went to the Burlington Waterfront for a belated Father's Day outing. </div><div><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkguCED-aBI/AAAAAAAABNE/tDwO7lbWwvY/s1600-h/Wes+%26+Jax.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352578770114865170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkguCED-aBI/AAAAAAAABNE/tDwO7lbWwvY/s400/Wes+%26+Jax.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Happy Fathers Day Wesley!</span></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-71103461981400143432009-06-27T22:06:00.003-04:002009-06-29T19:39:24.168-04:00How do you spell TROUBLE?If this doesn't spell <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>trouble</strong></span>, I don't know what does!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SklNlhvgjFI/AAAAAAAABNs/qmyQJa50MXE/s1600-h/IMGP3097.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894939214679122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SklNlhvgjFI/AAAAAAAABNs/qmyQJa50MXE/s400/IMGP3097.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgm5jdLwhI/AAAAAAAABMY/Tjw_TLoFYXE/s1600-h/IMGP3098.JPG"></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">If I don't make it as a doctor, I can always join Cirque de Soleil ...</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgnXOHZYpI/AAAAAAAABMg/ZBbBi8c37wE/s1600-h/IMGP3115.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352571437009429138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgnXOHZYpI/AAAAAAAABMg/ZBbBi8c37wE/s400/IMGP3115.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">... and I could be a garbage man!</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgn5L33vSI/AAAAAAAABMo/zIffCRJl-9g/s1600-h/IMGP3106.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572020522990882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgn5L33vSI/AAAAAAAABMo/zIffCRJl-9g/s400/IMGP3106.JPG" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Would you like some hot water Mum?</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgo3hQW-9I/AAAAAAAABM0/z93CU2ldFA4/s1600-h/IMGP3121.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352573091414735826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgo3hQW-9I/AAAAAAAABM0/z93CU2ldFA4/s400/IMGP3121.JPG" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Oh, was I not supposed to touch the blinds?</span></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-57627778572732912052009-06-23T21:12:00.004-04:002009-06-29T19:23:41.022-04:00A Taste of the Tropics!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgXKXnMYyI/AAAAAAAABLA/XILhthNUOZs/s1600-h/IMGP2603.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352553624034370338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgXKXnMYyI/AAAAAAAABLA/XILhthNUOZs/s400/IMGP2603.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Their beautiful birthday cake made by my talented friend Louise</span><br /><br />If you were looking for a Hawaiian First <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Birthday</strong></span> Luau, look no further! We threw the boys one heck of a party! We got into our best tropical outfits, decorated the house with palm trees and lei's, and ate the biggest Hawaiian feast we've ever had! Ever! It was such a fun day and we were so happy to share it with our closest family and friends!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgXK5dtpnI/AAAAAAAABLI/NtrtNgAB-WA/s1600-h/IMGP2693.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352553633121412722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgXK5dtpnI/AAAAAAAABLI/NtrtNgAB-WA/s400/IMGP2693.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Sitting in their tropical oasis (remote in hand)</span><br /><br />The boys had the most fun eating their birthday cake. Two birthday cakes in a week! I know what you must be thinking ... yes, they were <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>spoiled </strong></span>rotten (and I was a busy mama making their cakes and icing from scratch), but you only turn 1 once, right?!! And man, did they ever crash after all that sugar!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgbwsWqtZI/AAAAAAAABLo/FaBEv6euowI/s1600-h/IMGP2745.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352558680483739026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgbwsWqtZI/AAAAAAAABLo/FaBEv6euowI/s400/IMGP2745.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">The boys enjoying their birthday cake (check out Jameson)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgeyzoq5KI/AAAAAAAABLw/6moGbzysoiQ/s1600-h/IMGP2730.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352562015332918434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Skgeyzoq5KI/AAAAAAAABLw/6moGbzysoiQ/s400/IMGP2730.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Happy First Birthday Boys!</span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-89204110639774407152009-06-17T20:42:00.005-04:002009-06-29T19:38:13.577-04:00One Year Ago TodayIt was one year ago today that we experienced one of the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">best </span></strong>moments we'll ever have in our lives. I can't believe that it was a year ago today that our two beautiful boys were born. They were so tiny. So beautiful. So sleepy!!! Oh, I miss those days! We were so sleep deprived, feeding them round the clock. And we didn't know what we were doing at first, but we didn't care. We knew we were taking extra special care of our precious boys. We were so in love. Our twin miracles ...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgR9KepbII/AAAAAAAABKw/_mlouwy4gTs/s1600-h/twins3619.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547899612425346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgR9KepbII/AAAAAAAABKw/_mlouwy4gTs/s400/twins3619.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">We're in the same spot that I sat with the boys who were only 32 weeks at the time</span><br /><br />We've savoured the past. We <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">cherished</span></strong> our babies and held them tight. But now, it's time to let them go - just a little. To hold their hands as they learn to walk. To let them explore and thrive as little boys. Our boys aren't wee babies anymore. They're developing their own little personalities, which is so amazing to see, but they'll always be my babies, no matter what. And I'll always love them more than life itself.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgR9dRktGI/AAAAAAAABK4/Bio2M2XRLLE/s1600-h/twins3671.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547904657863778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgR9dRktGI/AAAAAAAABK4/Bio2M2XRLLE/s400/twins3671.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Is it even possible to be this cute? Apparently so!</span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-57962616297626849532009-06-17T19:39:00.003-04:002009-06-29T19:32:06.872-04:00Happy Birthday Jackson & Jameson!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgRG3dTFvI/AAAAAAAABKo/ahAwNwU4uRw/s1600-h/twins3867.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352546966793557746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SkgRG3dTFvI/AAAAAAAABKo/ahAwNwU4uRw/s400/twins3867.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This is just a <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>taste</strong></span> of what's to come ... literally! </div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SklOn5S8bNI/AAAAAAAABN0/BEE9j0Ys1HQ/s1600-h/twins3893.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352896079408688338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SklOn5S8bNI/AAAAAAAABN0/BEE9j0Ys1HQ/s400/twins3893.jpg" /></a></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-63539529770036756712009-06-10T23:56:00.000-04:002009-06-11T07:06:25.757-04:00GoodbyeIt's never easy to say <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>goodbye</strong></span> to someone you love. We will miss you Big Noni! May you rest in peace.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SjA6m4wKaCI/AAAAAAAABIU/NOMWM21Wm5M/s1600-h/DSC02486.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345837197432612898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SjA6m4wKaCI/AAAAAAAABIU/NOMWM21Wm5M/s400/DSC02486.JPG" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Photo taken in July 2008. The boys were 5 weeks old.</span></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-86849863146958397812009-06-08T06:01:00.001-04:002009-07-17T12:15:50.076-04:00Grrrrrr!I'm so bloody <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>tired </strong></span>.... 500am wakeups suck!Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-3362916959346715612009-06-06T22:16:00.001-04:002009-06-11T07:06:58.163-04:00Happy Birthday Thomas!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivKUPiiwzI/AAAAAAAABH8/cqCoPCtTbEU/s1600-h/IMGP2296.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587831922836274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivKUPiiwzI/AAAAAAAABH8/cqCoPCtTbEU/s400/IMGP2296.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Paul & Jess with their birthday boy</span><br /><br />The boys and I celebrated Thomas' first birthday party today! We had a blast! It was the first time I've been out with them <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>alone</strong></span> since moving them into "big boy" seats. Thankfully, Paul was able to help me bring one of them inside. It's not easy having two babies who can't walk yet.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivLK_f61cI/AAAAAAAABIE/wHNgs3GJ7eo/s1600-h/IMGP2328.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344588772509668802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivLK_f61cI/AAAAAAAABIE/wHNgs3GJ7eo/s400/IMGP2328.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Iva "DeDiva", baby whisperer & mama's saviour</span><br /><br />The boys had so much fun playing with the other babies who were invited and with all the toys that were at their disposal, like the stereo, the remote control, and the fridge. And did they ever make themselves at home once they caught sight of Thomas' fridge garage. They didn't fight. Nope. Not at all. Not my sweet <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>innocent </strong></span>boys! ;) All in all, they were well behaved and handled the crowd of people who wanted to say hi (and touch their hair) with grace! They even acquired a couple girlfriends by the end of the day. Jackson stole Elina's toy and shoved it in his mouth. Jameson pulled Annie's hair. If that ain't love, I don't know what is! Wes joined us for the last hour of the party, just in time for the birthday cake! Unfortunately, he missed us singing "Happy Birthday" to Thomas ... three times (don't ask). Then we headed home to feed the boys and put them down for their nap. They slept for 2 hours, so the party must have pooped them out! Why can't they nap like that every day!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivJyZqdQSI/AAAAAAAABH0/CdYQGjhFufY/s1600-h/Fourniers+%26+Russells.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344587250524832034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SivJyZqdQSI/AAAAAAAABH0/CdYQGjhFufY/s400/Fourniers+%26+Russells.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">The Russells & Fourniers, Party of 7</span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-37563965121433100152009-06-04T19:52:00.019-04:002009-06-10T08:15:17.416-04:00Calling Moon and Moon<span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>I am finally starting to feel like myself again. Having a baby, let alone twins, can really mess with your head. Your body changes significantly. People look at me as a mother first. Not a woman. And that's sometimes hard for me to swallow.<br /><br />But I'm finally starting to feel like <span style="color:#ff0000;">ME</span> again. My pre preg clothes are now falling off my backside, which is so exciting! I was able to get a pair of jeans off that I haven't worn in a couple years with it buttoned and zipped up (you don't wanna know hahah). Oh and I bought a summer dress from H&M the other day for my ridiculously skinny sister, only to find out that the dress fit me just as well. It's about effin time! </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>I almost forgot to mention my stalker. I was out by myself and this random guy told me that I was "very lucky" and walked off. I have no idea what he was talking about, but it made me feel good in a creepy kinda way! Anyway, the point of this rant is that I've realised that I can still have the life I once had. I can still feel good. I just need to make the effort to get out there and enjoy life and the people in it, while appreciating what I have in front of me!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Robyn x</span></strong></span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-6078897852557001882009-05-27T22:29:00.006-04:002009-06-11T07:07:16.219-04:00True Mama's Boys<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiktE9UbMSI/AAAAAAAABHc/54ONGA019jY/s1600-h/IMGP2191.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343851996054761762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiktE9UbMSI/AAAAAAAABHc/54ONGA019jY/s400/IMGP2191.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>The boys love to <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">follow </span></strong>me around. They flock to me like I'm some magical creature. It's amazing! But they tend to gang up on me too, one hanging off each leg. Right now, our kitchen is the new "peach pit" and they love playing with the "jukebox" (aka the fridge farm). They love taking all the magnets off the fridge and throwing them on the floor. Then they laugh. And then I clean up after them. And then they laugh. At me. Where is the justice!?<span style="font-size:0;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></div></span><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Sikvu2lJDGI/AAAAAAAABHs/8fgG-T4UDbs/s1600-h/IMGP2194.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343854914823588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Sikvu2lJDGI/AAAAAAAABHs/8fgG-T4UDbs/s400/IMGP2194.JPG" /></a> <div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">My sad attempt at brushing Jackson's hair straight!</span></div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-15417372484962584842009-05-26T01:01:00.003-04:002009-06-10T08:17:59.143-04:00Get Me Outta Here!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiinP_nC8jI/AAAAAAAABHM/en6UwEzWoSk/s1600-h/IMGP2146.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343704851090174514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiinP_nC8jI/AAAAAAAABHM/en6UwEzWoSk/s400/IMGP2146.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Believe it or not, the boys were super excited to pose for another month of guitar pics ..................... NOT! It goes without saying that they were absolutely <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>petrified </strong></span>to be in Daddy's guitar case. They cried and cried (and cried some more), so we took our pictures quickly and called it a day. Next month is going to be pitiful!</div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-1665087630280610402009-05-26T00:08:00.004-04:002009-06-10T08:18:38.275-04:00Taking Over The Family Business!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Si8yUXgBcHI/AAAAAAAABIM/z-17Jp0RJW4/s1600-h/IMGP2187.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345546608199168114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Si8yUXgBcHI/AAAAAAAABIM/z-17Jp0RJW4/s400/IMGP2187.JPG" /></a><br /><div>The boys were <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>proud</strong></span> to wear their Daddy's logo on their onesies! Jameson looks like an absolute doll. So happy. Posing in Daddy's guitar case for their 11 month photos ... not so much! </div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-67053597039275041922009-05-24T09:55:00.001-04:002009-06-05T10:28:34.112-04:00Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SikkfoEPy1I/AAAAAAAABHU/JlcrNXBBRRk/s1600-h/IMGP2098.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343842558601579346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SikkfoEPy1I/AAAAAAAABHU/JlcrNXBBRRk/s400/IMGP2098.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Seriously, the boys look like they're <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>plotting </strong></span>something quite sneaky. The looks on their faces just says it all! </div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-71970920964975560562009-05-18T00:36:00.008-04:002009-06-29T19:36:42.204-04:00Just Leave Me Alone!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiilIBfIx5I/AAAAAAAABHE/pqONLi4I9FE/s1600-h/IMGP2093.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343702515131664274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiilIBfIx5I/AAAAAAAABHE/pqONLi4I9FE/s400/IMGP2093.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">Mmmm this bed is way better than mine!</span><br /></span><br />We got terribly <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>sick </strong></span>over the long weekend. I don't know exactly what we caught but I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy (not that I have one but you know what I mean)! We tried our best not to get the boys sick. Both our parents came down to care for us and the boys while we recovered, but on Sunday, Jameson started showing signs of letargy and then bam .... barf central! Jackson followed suit on Monday.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Siii5woR2jI/AAAAAAAABG8/8GfV0RaK7zE/s1600-h/IMGP2090.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343700071065180722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/Siii5woR2jI/AAAAAAAABG8/8GfV0RaK7zE/s400/IMGP2090.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">All I need is a pillow and the remote and I'll be just fine!</span><br /><br />Being barfed on ... well, that was a new experience for me! And the following week was the week from hell. Wes and I weren't back to normal yet. We were barely eating and were totally burnt out. We felt lousy but we needed to be strong for the boys. They were troopers. They didn't eat much. They slept a lot. And they were cranky on and off. But so began the love affair with our pillows ... it was the only thing they wanted! The good news is that I lost <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>7 pounds </strong></span>(wait, isn't that a movie???) and am now officially back to my pre pregnancy weight! Hooray for vomit! :)Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-70068381876173258692009-05-15T21:18:00.018-04:002009-06-11T07:07:58.024-04:00A Little About Me<span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">So ... I started this blog well over a year ago and realised that I have yet to really introduce myself to you, so it's only fitting that I provide a little background on</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">ME</span> </strong><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">so here goes.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">My name is Robyn. I'm a <span style="color:#ff0000;">shopaholic</span> and have been known to be extremely</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">undomesticated </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">as I'm sure you are well aware of by now</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">. </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">I'm a musician by day and writer by night. I'm a true insomniac. I like being in front of the camera, as well as behind it. I was classically trained in piano, but my true</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">passion</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">has always been my voice. I went to University. I partied. I travelled. I</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">loved</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">. I lost. I broke hearts, including my own. And I did it all and with no regrets.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">I am a </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">flirt</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">by design and I love to laugh. I am too social for my own good. I'm chatty. I'm witty. Some may say I'm gullible. Oh, and I'm super</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">sarcastic</span>. <span style="color:#cccccc;">I believe people come into my life for a reason (even if they leave just as quickly as they came). I believe in colours and </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">vibes</span>.<span style="color:#cccccc;"> I believe in best friends and</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">soul</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">mates. If you're reading this, there's a reason why you're in my life, and for that, I am</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">grateful </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">I wear my</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">heart </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">on my sleeve. I believe that crying is cathartic. I often want what I cannot have, but it doesn't stop me from trying. I aim to please others, but I'm learning now that the only person I need to please is myself. I have an abundance of love to give and I'm learning to live each day like it's your last. I have a very vivid imagination. I can be a very</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">good</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">girl and a very</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">bad</span> </strong><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">girl, all at the same time. Oh, if you only knew ...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">So, in a nutshell, my blog focuses on my life and the things that</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">inspire </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">me to share my thoughts with you in this manner. Welcome aboard, thanks for reading, and enjoy the ride! :)<br /></span><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Robyn x</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiiTdMvLyuI/AAAAAAAABGc/5rz7tJtUnHs/s1600-h/Robyn.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343683087719713506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiiTdMvLyuI/AAAAAAAABGc/5rz7tJtUnHs/s400/Robyn.jpg" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">It's another world when you're behind the lens</span>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676776388512849075.post-82554372153081536912009-05-14T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-05T00:05:54.461-04:00Let's Launder ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiiZWBPbd0I/AAAAAAAABG0/fIjcOtJnWg8/s1600-h/IMGP2015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343689561444415298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1LCtVDys8/SiiZWBPbd0I/AAAAAAAABG0/fIjcOtJnWg8/s400/IMGP2015.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Oh Jameson ... always getting himself into trouble! This time, with the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>clean </strong></span>clothes hamper! He was having so much fun in there. I didn't want to steal his thunder so I left him in there to giggle. That is, until he started trying for a poop and when that happens, all hell breaks loose! Poor little guy! </div>Robyn Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222274114424492165noreply@blogger.com0