Thursday, June 12, 2008

M-I-L visit

Dave's mom, Denise, visited a couple months ago and I took some pics outside on the porch.  I didn't get around to them till now...bad Ali.  

So anyhoo, I thought they were cute and thought you might like to see:





I love how the boys are so relaxed in Grandma's lap



Ashton and Parker LOVE their Grandma



I just couldn't resist posting this one...here's the story..
Dave has chronic yawninitis - but ONLY when getting his picture taken.
Almost every shot he was yawning, so Denise decided to get in 
on the action too :-)

Monday, June 9, 2008

A duplicate...

I think I am on my other blog now more than this one...it's kind of hard balancing a business that you are trying to run on  your own and a life together.  I might just make this blog my photography blog...and be happy with one.  Then again, when I buy my own domain name, I am going to have it in a blog format because I think it's important for clients to get a feel for the kind of person I am (and it's easy when I get to type my heart out of things I admire, feel, struggle with).  So they aren't totally clueless when showing up for a shoot.  With all those bunny trails said, I wanted to post the stuff I put on my other blog in case you don't check the other one out.  So, hope this isn't too redundant...but it happens to be something crazy that took place over my ever so quiet weekend - no photo sessions :-( ...so here ya go:

Due to the icky weather I had to cancel my session with the wonderful family I was going to shoot.  Ahhhh!  So frustrating!  So, what do you do when you're in the mood for shooting and there are no subjects?  Torture one of your own offspring...

Ashton has been very proud of his new battle wound.  He gashed his head open yesterday.  I heard some crying upstairs during their quiet time, and had a little voice inside tell me to check it out.  To my discovery, blood...everywhere!

Thankfully I am one of those, stay-calm-in-an-emergency kind of folks.  So, as I cupped my hand under his ever flowing wound, I tried to encourage him that everything would be OK.  A roll of toilet paper later revealed that his gash was about 1/2 inch long and maybe 1/8 inch deep.  He probably could have used stitches from a doc, but I just got some butterfly bandages, and cleaned the area. A doctor friend of ours was returning a saw and was able to see if I did a good enough job cleaning it and closing it up.  I did.  :-)

Here is my dear, brave, subject...my son.  And his lovely boo boo.

ps.  It has been so timely that I have begun reading the book "Bringing Up Boys" (sorry, I can't find an underline on here) by Dr. James Dobson ;-)





Wednesday, June 4, 2008

The Burn

So the idiot of the month award goes to

.....(drum roll)......

me!  In the excitement of baking a pizza from scratch, crust and all, I grabbed the metal stone thingy (you know, the one that goes under the stone?) upon difficulty in cutting the pizza. 

 So, I am typing this with one hand and must apply some more aloe pronto.  The throb is almost unbearable and I just hope my fingers are well enough by Saturday to do my photo session...

Vicodin, here I come...(thank goodness for left over pain meds...prescribed of course)