a Lot of nothing

Nothing like starting the day with a big starbucks, two sweet little boys and a renewed sense of optimism. And Ingrid Michaelson singing "I just want to be Ok". It feels like the beginning of a peppy morning, and oh how grateful am I.


Um my side bar is freaking me out. 50 DAYS UNTIL THIS BABY IS COMING. HOLY CRAP.
And actually less than that since my doctor would like to induce me a tad early. DOUBLE HOLY CRAP.


This weekend is my last wedding of the season. I'm excited, anxious, nervous, overwhelmed....a whole ball of emotions that bounce back and forth constantly. I never wanted to shoot a wedding almost 7 and half months pregnant. But it just worked out that way. I thankfully have completely been blessed with awesome weather for all my summer weddings. But it's not working out that way this time. Nothing like going out with a bang. Triple digits forcasted. Blerg.


Pregnancy dreams befuddle me. Everything from labor and delivery to being Peggy from Mad Men, to travels with random people or to visit random people who then request me to shampoo their carpets in return for staying in their guest rooms. And can we talk about CRAZY RANDOMNESS??? I've never been attracted to this, nor did I even really know his name until I IMDB-ed him...



But I had WACKO dreams of him raising me from the time I was a child and then pursuing me later...Um Woody Allen much?


I'm seriously smitten with my little niece Ada. I mean come on...precious much??



What was that? You wanted to see another one? Well I'm happy to oblige.




It's been a wacko week. One that I am very thankful is ending. Can I get a hallelujah that's it's Thursday??? So thankful tomorrow is Friday.

Welp, I better go. I hear screaming in the other room. Probably fighting over the car. And if I don't intervene one boy will hit and the other will get bit.



I have no idea where he get's his temper from...