I spent the last 3 days attached to my real camera – between shooting and editing and messing around with my equipment it was a very photography filled weekend. I’m totally feeling it tonight though. Taking pictures requires a lot of crouching and stretching and bending and balancing and walking and carrying furniture out into an orchard (ok, maybe you don’t HAVE to do that last one) and I’ve reached critical mass in my pregnancy. Meaning my legs and back are DEFINITELY critical of my mass and shout at me.
Sunday:
Someone is a little wired on candy at 8 am.
Walking to church helps burn off a sugar high
OH NO I GOT FROSTING ON MY DRESS I BETTER LICK IT OFF BECAUSE I HAVE NOT HAD ENOUGH SUGAR TODAY
Monday:
Running errands
Running away
The only angle at which my room looks semi-clean
Tuesday:
Peeps donut is ridiculous.
OMG A STICK I LOVE STICKS (I think Caroline might be a dog)
My pale, pale feet finally have pretty spring nail polish
Wednesday:
My only picture from Wednesday. The whole day was a bit of a blur (BA DUM CHING)
Thursday:
These are her friends who we have to bring with us everywhere all the time. It’s not annoying at all.
HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT TARGET WITH THAT FACE YOUNG MAN
Dinner = world’s easiest tomato sauce
Friday:
Caroline and I had a morning adventure
Ordering her sandwich all her own self
My children are very attractive.
Saturday:
Just looking at this picture makes me want another cheeseburger.
Calibrating my camera lenses made me insane, but is hopefully worth it.
She was SO whiny we suggested she just go take a nap…and she agreed. That is a tired child.
I am going on vacation this week. REAL vacation. The kind where I do not have to wipe anyone’s butt or clean up powdered sugar someone has dumped all over the kitchen. Even better, it’s for the Mom 2.0 Summit conference in Atlanta, where I get to see some of my favorite people, meet some writers I really admire and go to fancy parties.
Obviously being 6 months pregnant puts a damper on both cocktails and fancy shoes, but NOT doing mom-stuff for 3 days is just the break I need (so. much. whining.) before I have ANOTHER small person to take care of. I might actually skip half the conference just to sleep and/or eat yummy southern food.