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So I get this call late last night from Mrs. Fisher BEGGING me to take their pictures today. And I was like, “Yo, Mrs. {F}, not only is it RAINING outside, but if you haven’t noticed, there is only 4 more day’s until Christmas!”. Well, she would just not take 'no' for an answer, so I had them pop by and we found some spots just around the house. For all the craziness that went into preparing for a photo shoot I was not planning on, I do have to say, their daughter {P}lastica didn’t make a peep the entire shoot. Now that I think about it Mr & Mrs. {F} were not very talkative either?! Very peculiar...
Well, all I can say is good luck getting those Christmas cards out on time….
Bubba-loooooooo......
It begins.
Two whole weeks with my beautiful children home from school for Christmas vacation. Two. WHOLE. Weeks!
In a small house.
TRAPPED!!!
Will it ever stop raining?
I feel myself going slowly but ever so surely insane. What day is it? I’ve lost all sense of time. I think I have watched ‘The Christmas Story’ for the 18th time in a row. I have started calling my eldest ‘Ralphie’. He doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh! I did take the kids to the Taco Bell drive thru today. That was exciting….
Good times.
Gooooood times….
I like Cragslist.
Correction….
I luuuuuv Craigslist.
If it weren’t for these good lookin’ folk {M}adame and I would have never met.
What a dreary orange and green vintage couch-less future would have been awaiting me.
I thank you. Madame thanks you.
Hope it was worth the trade:)
The ultimate photography challenge:
Can you take pictures of your own children without wanting to kill yourself afterwards?
I am currently looking for a photographer to hire for next years photos.
Is that clear enough for you? Okay then.