why i’ll never be a professional photographer
Spring Break is over. We had a great time and the next countdown is on. 7 weeks to Indianapolis. I can’t wait. Some people think I’m a weirdo for being excited about living in the Midwest but I sincerely liked it there. I *really* hope it is where we end up after school but I know better than to get too attached to that idea.
Yesterday Monique and I had a photo shoot and play date planned. Preston and I were pretty psyched, I love Monique’s work and Preston thinks her kids are the coolest. Sadly Miss Cameroonie was not in the best spirits. She had three immunizations a few days prior, is/was teething, and (I think) had an upset stomach.
We decided to reschedule and I stayed in. At around 4:00 p.m. I realized it probably wasn’t going to rain and if the forecast is accurate it would be the last 70 degree day around here for a long time. I packed up the kids and my Canon. We went for a brief walk, hung out at the playground until Daddy showed up, and I got a few decent shots.
I learned that I will never be a professional photographer (not that it was ever in the cards for me but ya know) because I am an awful person. Oh, I’m just awful to my kids.
I was all : LOOK AT THOSE DAFFODILS! THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL!!! WON’T YOU SMELL ONE FOR ME! PLEASE? ILL GIVE YOU MONEY! TRAINS! MARSHAMALLOOOOOOOWS! DON’T YOU LOVE ME!
Oh well. I got a few cute shots and the kids got a few mini marshmallows. Not a bad afternoon.
My husband is at school doing homework and I am staying in with the kids (unless it doesn’t rain then I will force them out and to the daffodils again) and cracking open this month’s BabbaBox.
Have a wonderful Saturday xo