I have so much to do in the next 36 hours that I’m positively overwhelmed. Can’t you tell? That’s why I’m sitting here instead of plowing through my to-do list like a responsible person. Procrastinate much?
But I had to stop and tell you about my exciting morning. Christie over at These Are A Few of My Favorite Things was one of my very first friends in the blog world; we’ve been reading each other’s blogs and emailing back and forth for over three years. She has three kids, a great sense of humor, likes to cook, AND she’s an amazing photographer. You can see why we get along. Well, except for the amazing photographer part. I have the camera, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten. She actually learned how to USE hers.
For years I’ve watched her photography skills grow, and I’ve drooled over her photos, wishing that we lived in the same town so we could hang out, and perhaps I could bribe her with cookies to photograph my family. But she lives in Missouri, and I had no illusions of my daydream coming true.
UNTIL. I got an email announcing that she was going to be in the Philadelphia area this week visiting family AND DOING FAMILY PHOTO SHOOTS! Our last professional family picture has four people in it; that tells you how outdated it is.
WELL. I signed myself right up, and tomorrow morning she’s coming to my house to photograph my family. I have to pinch myself to even believe it. A couple other families are coming over too, so knowing we wouldn’t have a lot of time to visit, this morning we met up at Panera to hang out in person. Melissa joined us (she actually coordinated the whole event) and the three of us hung out over coffee and pastries and caught up like old friends, even though we were meeting face-to-face for the first time. Dontcha just love the 21st century?
Ironically, the only picture I have of us is on my cheap point-and-shoot camera, but it captures the moment. Christie, I apologize for my lame photoshopping skills. I’m sure you’re dying to get your hands on this picture and work your magic.
I also apologize for the behavior of my 4-year-old, who was in top form this morning. She was just doing her part to keep it real, I suppose.
Speaking of keeping it real, I have a birthday party to throw tonight (my son turns 10 tomorrow, and I cannot BELIEVE I’m about to have a child in double digits. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?)
We have a tradition in our house that everyone gets to request their favorite meal for their dinner, and my son’s gonna make me work this year. He actually requested Ina’s Goat Cheese Lasagna with Italian Sausage. (I kid you not.)
Then last night I stupidly asked him if he wanted a pretty store-bought cake or an ugly homemade one.
“Your chocolate cake,” he promptly countered.
Okay then. No worries. I can make a cake and a lasagna and wrap presents and pack for Disney World and get my house ready to have a photo shoot in the morning, all in the next three hours. Or I could if I would just get off the computer…