I like to call this one “SISTER LOVE.”
Taken at Izzy’s (the victim) 6th grade graduation. The hug enforcer is big sister Jade and little Ty looks on with delight. I, of course, think this is the best picture ever. Gotta love siblings.
I like to call this one, Biting off More than I Can Chew.
And this one, WTF? or Why the Face?
My secret to a good picture???
I have three friends that are professional photographers.
One friend is the mom of my son’s best buddy. One is my neighbor and my dearest friend since I was 16. And one is my graduate-school kindred spirit.
Yup. That is my secret. It’s probably cheating. Okay it IS cheating. But, if you don’t have a friend who is a professional photographer, you need to get one. Like, right away. Buy these folks coffee…. let them borrow your car….do whatever…. Because when you send your son on playdates you get pics like THIS:
By Jessica Nichols Photography
When you have a new baby you get pics like THIS from Auntie Sugar:
by Christiana Childers Photography
When they need last minute models for their workshops you get the phone call and then end up with pics like THIS:
by Erika from Me Ra Koh Confidence Workshop
I know. I need to bake more and pay these women back, eh?
On Wednesday I attended the wettest soccer game ever anywhere since the world began.
One VERY wet soccer player!
But Wednesday’s soccer game took the warning “Rain or Shine” to a whole new level. Let’s just say NOAH would have been intimidated. When I realized that the raindrops actually hurt as they fell, I had Dave call the assistant coach of the soccer team and ask if, perchance, this game would be, well… rained out. Oh no, that doesn’t happen, he said. And so off I went with a carload of 6th grade girls and Ty, who insisted that he loved the rain.
Mud Puddles
What resulted was 90 of the wettest minutes of my life. And I was on swim team. The girls were soaked to the skin within 3 minutes — aka the walk from the car to the field. The parents had various rain protection devices with them — aka, boots, umbrellas, and a stoic attitude. Ty and I huddled under our newly purchases “sports-brella” which is a giant, oversized umbrella designed to sit on its side, like a cave. Ty said to me, “If we had to live in this sports-brella, that would be so sad!” Agreed. When Ty realized that staying dry was hopeless, he headed straight for the puddles. Well, I thought, at least I don’t have to go to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese.
The good news is that the players had a good time and that when we got home there were hot showers and chili dogs waiting for us. Processed meat never tasted so good.
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