I have some serious work I should be doing right now, but yesterday I had the privilege of doing a photo session with my good friend and colleague (you know, when I worked) who recently had a baby.
OH. MY. GOSH. Is he ever cute. I swear I had the best time. Not only did I get to take pictures of this little cutie, but I got to share some really good laughs with a friend who I don’t get to spend much time with! We ended up running out of time because we were too chatty. I have to go back soon. There are still shots that I want to get. He was so alert, calm and quiet that he wouldn’t fall asleep. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the belly laughs coming from his mama and I! He didn’t cry though. He was perfect.
I was so chatty with his mama and wrapped up in taking pictures that I didn’t really get ample opportunity to stare at him for hours and delight in his cuteness. So, I’ve been doing that as I go through editing pictures. I have a serious hankering to go back and actually hold him!
Erin is an absolutely beautiful mama. She and Leo have taken to parenting like peanut butter takes to jelly. He’s only two weeks new and those two have been rockstars, getting out and about. I LOVE that!
She is making me crazy lately. Today she asked me if I was “understanding” what she was reading to me about dinosaurs.
This morning at 7:45 AM, she begged me to let her make little clay figures for her friends in her acting class. Today was the last day and she wanted to give them something. I sighed and said yes.
…because she is just like her mother. I would have wanted to do the same thing and I would have waited until the last minute, too.
NOT that I do that at all lately. Nope, not me. Ahem… I supposed that’s why I’m writing rather than doing laundry, creating yearbook pages for PTA, getting photos ready for personal yearbooks when we get back from spring break or…you name it and I should be doing it.
She tucked little cards in the envelope to share her phone number. As to be expected, she had quite the dramatic flair during their little performance they did for families. It was great!
She’s been wanting high tops FOREVER. Apparently, I’ve always said no. I’m pretty sure I said NO because the high tops she showed me were those puffy, ugly things that give me flashbacks to being a child in the 80’s. No thank you. I don’t need to re live that area of clothing. I also despise neon, tube tops, leg warmers, overalls aaaaaand off the shoulder sweatshirts.
If I had known she wanted these, I would have got them for her ages ago. Daddy got to be the hero by buying them for her. And I see our walkway is in serious need of some pressure washing.
She recently and FINALLY mastered the art of bike riding. I thought we were going to have to take her to a special bike riding class. It was NOT good.
I took her and Gracie as well as two of our neighbor friends to the park last weekend. I jogged while the 4 kids rode their bikes. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t dicey riding with Annie. I kept her between me and the road. She only turned into me 20 times. I only actually fell once. She tends to over correct. It was a very long 2 miles to the park. Of course, she thought she needed her bag of essentials. Which ended up being too much for a newbie. I jogged with it for almost a mile and then kindly asked our friend to wear it while she rode her bike (Gracie was already carrying my camera).
Apple…Tree…It does not fall far.
Essentials to Annie meant the following: snacks, a pencil, a journal AND her FEDORA. She’s really into fedoras right now. Yes, she took off her bike helmet and put on her fedora.
The kids played at the park for a bit but when it was time to go run around in the woods, Annie wanted to observe nature and journal.
Oh this kid.
Well, it’s been a rocky road, but Gracie just had her band concert and the 6th grade performed nicely. At least I thought they did. Gracie told me that her class rated themselves and decided they didn’t play very well. Apparently a percussionist was CHEWING GUM. Not. Professional… I was informed.
It’s been a little rocky because Miss gets a little po’d when she doesn’t get a good grade on a song that she’s practicing on Smart Music. You know, because she practices it once and gets mad. Oh these pre teen hormones are KILLING ME. KILLING. ME.
Fortunately she has this friend…
And this friend has this fantastic mom that I can commiserate with. And someday, we will find time to grab some coffee and chat. (Jeri, if coffee is code word for wine, I’m totally ok with that).
She finished her Smart Music that is due March 15th. I’m prepping myself for the next round: tissues, noise canceling headphones and wine. Lots and Lots of wine. Or Moscow Mules. Whatever. Someone get me some copper cups.
(ps how cute are her new glasses?)
Did I tell you the story of the 8th grader who bumped into her so hard that it broke her old glasses? The 8th grader did not even turn around to check on her. Rude. She cried a teeny bit then carried on.
And in other news…TOMORROW. IS. FRIDAY.
That is all.