the girl who is a shutterbug

Today I finally did a little photo shoot I had been planning for a while with 11. I had all of these ideas in my head about what I wanted to do, but an infant's tolerance of Mommy's notions of artistic photography is low. Very low. Particularly when there are wardrobe changes. So I was able to get a few shots worth keeping, but not as many as I would have liked.

This frilly little outfit is courtesy of his Great-Grandmother on dh's side. She bought this for us when I was pregnant with Z. Each of the boys have worn it home from the hospital. He broke that streak though because the nurses at the NICU insisted I dress him in something warmer (even in July) because of his fluctuating control over his temperature. Still, They've each had their pictures taken in it if nothing else and one of them will get it for their children to wear. I like that we are going to have our own traditions.








I took these pictures in what passes as my backyard. It was shady and I worried about the light, but I worried more about what any passers-by might think should I venture onto the defunct golf course behind my house to get pictures in the sunshine. Particularly when I stripped off the frilly white confection and took pictures of him in the all together. Yeah, the only way to get myself out of that one is if the police officer who comes to investigate the infant sacrifice on the golf course report is a scrapper too. Then I'd just get an understanding look and we;d wind up talking for three hours about the latest CHA releases.

Mom, when you got me that pack of pastel paper and animal die cuts, did you ever think this hobby would become a way to torture your grandchildren? I promise no babies were harmed in the making of these pictures!









I took today off from work and used it as an appointment day. I had three appointments scheduled and only ended up keeping one. Frustrating.

Appointment Number One was 11's circumcision. That fell through because of an insurance snafu I am still trying to work out and probably will be for awhile longer.

Appointment Number Two was for my little Bulldozer, Matthew, who managed to give himself ANOTHER black eye last week. His legs are more black and blue than flesh colored so I wanted to just make sure he had a case of "Boy-itis" and nothing more sinister. We have some blood work to finish to rule out the nasties, like leukemia, but the pediatrician isn't leaning that way. It's just a CYA sort of thing. After examining him, she proclaimed him "All Boy" and said part of his problem was having older brothers to keep up with.








So that leads us to Appointment #3. Yesterday I did the same appointment with Mr. 2 and Mr. 3 and let me tell you, it took three hours, the waiting room was filled to overflowing with cranky kids and cranky parents and did I mention it took three hours? I had all of the boys with me except Z who was in school and I had a heckuva time keeping my public Mommy face and manners on. I came home and just collapsed. Well, I had no childcare today and I was SO not up for doing that again only this time with Z tagging along, so an hour before my appointment I called and rescheduled.

Trust me, EVERYONE benefits this way.

I think I'm going to go back full time soon. I am so going to miss having Little E with me. But it must be done.









The last picture is for my pals Jim and Holly who sent me these uber rockin' little tees for little E. Adorable, right? So they are a trifle large right now, they still RAWK!


And to wrap up this mundane little post of mine, I have a funny to share. I swiped it off 2Peas.

The boss of a Madison Avenue advertising agency called a spontaneous staff meeting in the middle of a particularly stressful week. (This is one pretty sharp boss!) When everyone gathered, the boss, who understood the benefits of having fun, told the burnt out staff the purpose of the meeting was to have a quick contest.

The theme: Viagra advertising slogans. The only rule was they had to use past ad slogans, originally written for other products that captured the essence of Viagra. Slight variations were acceptable.

• The top 10 were:
  
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• 10. Viagra, Whaazzzz up!
• 9. Viagra, The quicker pecker picker upper.
• 8. Viagra, like a rock!
• 7. Viagra, When it absolutely, positively has to be there overnight.
• 6. Viagra, Be all that you can be.
• 5 . Viagra, Reach out and touch someone.
• 4. Viagra, Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.
• 3. Viagra, Home of the whopper!
  
• 2. Viagra, We bring good things to Life!
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• And the unanimous number one slogan:
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• 1. This is your peepee. This is your peepee on drugs.
• (although I'm pretty sure they didn't use "peepee" Still, my Mother reads my blog so I'll keep the vernacular PG)

Hope that made at least one person giggle!