A tribute to my nephew Ryan

Ryan Michael was born on Januray 19, 2009 (7lbs, 80z, 20in).  Since the moment I saw him I was head over heels.  The perfect mixture of two of the most amazing people I have ever known (yes Jaime and Mike, I mean you), Ryan has been a character since day one.  To be in his company means constant happiness and laughter.  He'll entertain you with his "Shakira-like" dance moves or sing you the same song over and over AND OVER again, but you will never tire of it.  He's the definition of a "Grandma's Boy", the next Yankee starter in the making (much to my dismay of being a Mets fan), and will possibly one day serenade the masses with his beautiful guitar playing.  I look forward to the many years ahead where this kid will never cease to amaze me.  Love you Ry Ry!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

((welcome to the world ryan))



((such a precious face))

((does he have his daddy's feet or mommy's?))

((can't get enough of those baby blues))

((a rocker in the making))

((always thinking))



((he likes Jordan's on Saturdays))

((he knows he's just too darn cute))

Prepartions for the celebration...

of the birth of one Miss Colleen Wagner.  3 hours later and I still haven't eaten dinner, but I have to toot my own horn here and say that these are phenomenal!!!  It's going to take all my strength to not eat another one of these until tomorrow.

((sticky chewy "Heart of Darkness Brownies"))

Welcome...

Thank you for taking the time to check out my blog.  Not sure where this is going to go but I figured let's give it a shot.  This is a work in progress so check back for new stuff!

The one thing that has always made me happy more than any hobby I have ever taken up (and trust me, there has been a lot) is taking pictures.  My family has tagged me the "paparazzi" because I am never without my camera and my camera is never NOT in your face.  This, as proven in many cases, is not always a good thing.  But, I feel capturing my daily life and the lives of those around me gives me a way to look back on those moments in time wenever I want.  Whether good or bad, sad or funny, competely insane or incredibly boring:  these are the moments that have made up my life and I will always have them not only in my memory, but in my photo album.



((a self portrait))