Some of my favorites. Really, how could I take a bad photo of any of these scrumptious kids? Delicious.
Category: Wendy
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I do…and then I don’t
I spent today photographing a wedding for a friend. Typically, I don't do weddings. They're awful for my blood pressure. I worry about missing those critical moments. And most importantly, there are no do-overs.
During download, iPhoto declared 400 of my photos were corrupt and unreadable. I put my nervous breakdown on hold and called Chris, who, thank goodness, was awake at that hour. He worked his magic, and the photos were saved. And backed up. And backed up again.
I should note that the wedding was beautiful and the guests couldn't have been kinder. But in the future? I'll bring my camera to weddings, but I will never again be the only photographer. My nerves can't take it.
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Feeling a bit naked
Chris' camera died, and he had a photo shoot today. So he took mine. And here I sit, with no camera, feeling a bit like I left the house without my underwear.
Tom took the kids and I put on my work hat, spending the day working on some small quilts, which I'm super-excited about. Look for them to appear over at Wire & Twine in the next week or so. It feels so good to use my hands to create. It's been a while.
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This one’s for Beth
Chris and I hit the road for a college reunion thing where we thought we could schmooze and see old friends. But it turned out to be a big bust. Anyway, we were walking around our old college campus, when I realized I needed a photo right here, at the scene of the infamous Hot Dog Cart Incident.
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Generational
I was re-potting a jade plant yesterday, when Neko came out of quiet time to "ask me a question", which means she was thinking of reasons to not be in quiet time anymore.
She chatted me up while I finished, and after I scooted her off to her bedroom, I noticed she had been playing with some of the lost leaves, carefully placing them in order from largest to smallest. All I could do was just shake my head and laugh.
There are never stranger moments in parenthood than when you see all the things you do, the weird little things that make you who you are, reflected back through your children.
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Tooth pillow
A while back, Neko's friend Mary Beth lost her first tooth. Ever since then, Neko has insisted that she had a loose tooth. Which really was a bunch of hogwash, because they were all as tightly packed in as ever.
Then a few days ago, she insisted I put my finger in and check on her "loose tooth" and I was shocked to discover that it really was, in fact, LOOSE. Quite loose. Which sort of sent me into a panic, because I wasn't prepared.
Mary Beth's mom, Nancy H., who is quite crafty in her own right, had made a tooth pillow based on an excerpt from SouleMama's book, The Creative Family. I have a love/hate relationship with SouleMama. I'm incredibly inspired by her amazing zest for life and craftiness, but she sometimes makes me depressed. Like the other day she canned tomato sauce and then made three skirts for her daughter, all before dinner. This past weekend they chopped wood and made, like, 100 homemade apple pies. Oh, and she homeschools, too. All while she's about twelve months pregnant.
But she has great ideas, and if I can shove aside my feelings of inadequacy, she inspires me to do good stuff.
Anyway, Mary Beth's pillow was ridiculously cute, and I thought it would be a great way for Neko to go through the ritual of placing her tooth out for the tooth fairy.
So instead of nervously twiddling my thumbs through the presidential debate, I sewed. And let me tell you, it's all much less stressfull when the dialog sounds something like, "Well, thank you for your question. The economic (whirrr…whirrr) and when I say stimulus (whirrr….whirrr…beep!) which is what I'll do when I become President."
And, no, the robots don't have any significance other than I thought they were super-fun and PINK which is what everything must be now. Except, you know, maybe the tooth fairy is using robots these days to collect teeth. It is the 21st century, right?
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Yummy
I got the opportunity to photograph this sweet baby today. (Thank you Tom for being Superdad.)
If this doesn't make your ovaries ache, I don't know what will. If you don't have ovaries, feel free to make up your own analogy.
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Seven years…no itch
Seven years ago today, right before dusk, Tom and I made it official. Anne and Chris rang the old school bell as we sealed the deal.
I still have yet to get our wedding negatives scanned and photo books created. I have some guilt about this as I remember I adored pouring over my parents' wedding photos. Maybe I can get that in motion before we celebrate our eighth.
Anyway, Tom and I are both under a cloud of allergies and Tom's new laptop bit the dust as the day came to a close, so it's perhaps not the most romantic of evenings, but I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather share a box of Kleenex and schedule Apple Genius Bar appointments with than Tom.
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Putting food by
About a week ago I made a small batch of applesauce. Several of my more culinarily adept friends pointed out that there's no recipe for applesauce. It's, um, just smashed, cooked apples. So, yay, that's so easy! But all that peeling? That could do a girl in.
Then last Saturday I bought a bunch of tomatoes for sauce, but had been avoiding making it because of all that godawful de-seeding. I happened to mention my applesauce to my friend Nancy H., who suggested I needed a food mill. Although she offered to lend me hers, I discovered that Kitchen Aid makes an attachment for just these sorts of things.
Hello, Kitchen Aid Fruit and Vegetable Strainer! Where have you been all my life? Love at first sight. For sure.
I whipped through the tomatoes in no time. Today I conquered the applesauce. While Neko was at school and the other kids were napping, I made a big batch, and when Neko returned, we made a smaller batch. She adored the whole process, and delights in the fact that the machine "poops" out the waste.
And why don't we ever eat warm applesauce? It tastes exactly like apple pie without the crust.
I figure the attachment will pay for itself in no time. Organic apple sauce runs me like $4 a jar, and I just made eight. Plus the two jars of sauce.
Yay, rationalization!
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Back home
I'm back home. And exhausted.
Tom is more exhausted, having handled a weekend with kids topped with a bonus day, a massive windstorm, and spending 12 hours without power.
I leave you with three shots from the weekend I edited during my Quest For a Flight Home.
Back to regularly scheduled blogging and basket purging tomorrow.