Who says pregnant women don't glow?

Tomorrow my friend Krystal goes in to have her baby girl. Totally exciting. 

Having never given birth, I find myself totally curious and/or enthralled with the whole act of birth- even though I've seen it from a Dr's standpoint (thank you, Sandi).  Watching a birth was one of the COOLEST things ever to witness. Completely amazing.

And gross.

But mostly AMAZING.  

My problem is that now that I have two kids, I have no real desire to give birth, so instead, I have a food baby in my tummy.  Sometimes after a big meal I'll find myself holding my belly like Krystal does in the pix below. It's funny, go ahead and laugh.  And sometimes, like, say... if I haven't eaten in the last 28 minutes, my food baby gets angry and demands chocolate.

Who am I to deny a BABY?

But man... my shirts are all getting really tight, so.... I think it's time this food baby finds a new home.

Anyway, sometimes when my girls and I get together, they let me feel their bellies (there are always one or two or sometimes even three of my friends who are knocked up.... totally a pandemic) and it's so weird to think that there is something alive in there. What would that feel like? Do babies like it in there? Or are they desperate to get out- like in Spaceballs, when that tiny alien bursts out of that dude's belly and starts singing, "Hello my hunny, Hello my Baby, hello my ragtime Gal..." 

No?

I think I'll go to bed now.

Good luck Krystal!  You are fully glowing.

PS: Seattle sessions are now open- email me if you'd like to sign up for a session at Pike Place on July 23rd!

Too bad Father's day has come and gone

We were browsing through amazon.com and found these gems. They leave us quite confused. Be sure to check out the product features.

Stirrup Stockings for Calves and Ankles, 1 Pair, Small

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Price: $6.95

In Stock. Ships from and sold byAmazon.com. Gift-wrap available.

Only 3 left in stock--order soon.

Product Features

• Can be worn at anytime
• Made from lightweight spandex

That's right, folks.... CAN BE WORN ANYTIME!

Now.... can somebody explain the existance of these socks?

One more family from NYC. Love the colors in Tribeca.

Seeing Triple

Ever been around triplets?  Tyler and I had our first encounter about a month ago. 

Being around these 6 year old triplets is like being in constant cute overload, which, it turns out, is really fun. The never ending giggles. The perma-grins.  And, it's pretty funny to make them hug when one of them doesn't like her personal space invaded and the other two have no concept of personal space. Hilarious.

Kind of like when I think it's so fun to pester Tyler over and over until finally he cracks and we both end up laughing til we cry. 

Tyler should just feel lucky that there aren't three of me.

Here the triplets make an appearance with their older sisters. Now THAT is a lot of girls.

Sidenote:

Commenter Ashley wanted to know what my thoughts were on the Bachelorette, since I confessed that I'm watching it this season. Thoughts are below:

THE BACHELORETTE IS HANDS DOWN THE LAMEST SHOW EVAR.

And yeah, I'm still gonna keep watching while I edit. Sometimes lame is fun!

What just happened

There was this one time when we went to Utah for sessions and then I came back 7 days later and I was like, "huh?"

It was a trip full of the unexpected. I packed only swimsuits, tanks, shorts and dresses for the kids, and didn't bring any socks or sweatshirts for myself and Tyler.  Then, it rained off and on for 5 days straight. Niiiiiiice.  We luckily were only rained out of a handful of sessions and were able to reschedule. I was able to see some of my favorite people/clients and had a really great time. Tyler succeeded in looking really hot while snapping pix, eating a record number of Otter Pops, suffering through the WORST planned birthday evar, and also helped me not DIE when my iPhone broke and I was left without communication. He is such a star.

Question: If I were to admit that I am watching the Bachelorette right now- would I be able to keep any dignity? 

Answer: No. Never admit to anyone that I watched the Bachelorette.

Question: Since I threw TyTy such a bad birthday- don't you think we should run off to Hawaii for a month or so? You know, to make up for it?

Answer: Duh!

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CUTE BABY ALERT

Rodeo Clown

So a couple of weeks ago we went out on a senior session. This senior had read my blog post about being SKEERED of horses and I think- not sure- but I THINK her main goal was to terrorize me.  

All I know is that at the end of the session, she and her mom and sister ganged up on me (and you know Tyler was in on it too) and forced me to GET ON A HORSE. 

I tried to refuse in every manner possible but in the end, those bullies won. 

And so, they taught me how to get on a horse.

Oh, it's easy! they said... and showed me how I should step on their hands and hoist myself up while pulling on the horsey's mane for leverage, and then swing my other leg over.

Yah- just what I want to do, right? Pull a horses hair!  NO THANK YOU.  I could picture the horse turning it's head to me and saying "Oh NO YOU DIN't" and then stomping my head into the ground. Or, maybe it would strategically place itself in front of me and buck me all the way to Timbuktu.

Clearly I was being outvoted. The entertainment value of me attempting to mount a horse was just too enticing to these three women and Mister BL.  So, they readied me for the lift-off.

Well- I did just about everything right. I put my foot in their hands, grabbed the mane and they boosted me up. I swung my leg over to the other side...

But fell several inches short and kicked Poor Scary Horsey right in the bum.  OK, so now everybody was laughing- except me- I took note of the situation and realized: I was stuck with one leg half up a horsey, there were three women holding my bum up in the air in an effort to push me up the rest of the way, and one man (my husband!, even) taking pictures of the whole event.

Harumph.

The ladies were strong. They got me on that there horse. And in the end, I was a triumphant cowgirl. The horse didn't even notice I was there. I took a hold of the strings (reigns, they are called) and pretended like this was any ordinary day.

Only this was no ordinary day. This was the day that

I. Rode. A. Horsey.

So Proud! 

Emarrassing pictures below.

What you can't see in these pictures are the girls' faces- which I'm sure were very strained from the Holding Up of My Bum.

Don't I look so expert, so seasoned in the way of horse?

Ah, the dismount. Not so smooth. Pulled a groin muscle. But, I did it for you, dear readers.

Anyway, I do believe that the actual grad's pictures turned out much better. What a beautiful girl. 

Congratulations to all my H.S. Seniors of 2009- you rock.

Embarrassment/Announcements

We have been working round the clock (Lit-er-all-y!) to finish up our NYC sessions and FINALLY we are done with the exception of getting the last two galleries up.  Phew! 

Whenever we do a big trip with more than 20 sessions within a week, it's pretty much chaos when we return home and try to organize. MUCH easier now that I have the Mister on my side.  The New York City Sessions were a huge, huge hit and we are working our brains overtime trying to figure out how to squeeze in a fall shoot which the colors are amazing. Washington DC too- we'd love to go there this fall. 

So what I'm saying is that I'm very tired, which is so annoying for you to hear, and you probably don't care at all about. But you'll enjoy hearing how today I was so sleepy that I didn't even notice when I put on three bras and then wore them around all day. How does that even happen, people?!  I do remember finding one, then "misplacing it", then finding another, only to "lose" that one.

I need help.

Anyway.

We have a GIVEAWAY WINNER!!!!!!

Sarah Van S. step right up. YOU WIN!  Question is: do you want a free sesh or some spending cash at Urban? Lemme know! 

Sarah was one of a lot of people who increased her chances of winning by entering the contest in every way possible. And when she finished, she sent us this hilarious email:

WEndy,

I really want to win.

i blogged about you

and twittered about you

and fb'd about you.

nap time.

Sarah

I love you already, Sarah.

Tomorrow I PROMISE to tell you all about my latest brush with horses.  Complete with pix and everything. But for now, let's see some more NYC, shall we?