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Molly & Her Fabulous Baby Belly

I had a baby-filled weekend with the newborn photo shoot and my friend Molly’s baby shower. Molly is due with her first baby a few days before Maggie’s birthday, so I’d like to think I know how she’s feeling. Two years ago I was about to burst, except, unlike Molly, I was pregnant all over my body. Even my pinky finger looked pregnant. Molly looks absolutely stunning and her belly just perfectly pops. It didn’t take much cajoling to get her to show me her tummy, and I’m so glad I asked because these pictures are priceless. I had a teacher friend that kept encouraging me to have pictures taken when I was pregnant, and I didn’t (see above about even my pinky being pregnant) and there are very few images of me with Mags in my tummy. And for this reason, I’m glad Molly let me snap a few photos. 

What an adventure Molly and her husband Bill are about to embark on. Live will never, ever be the same for them. They’re about to join the coolest club in the world. 

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Sneaky Peeky

I got to take some pictures this weekend of 7 day old Kannon and his big sister Anyka.

I’ve never, ever been so excited and nervous to take pictures and ever since I left their house I’ve been itching to take a look at what I got.

I made myself real nervous by wondering if maybe none of them would turn out.

I took literally hundreds of photos.

Statistically speaking, because I’m a Math Whiz, the more photos I took, the more chances I’d have at getting something.

What I didn’t take into account was Anyka and Kannon’s utter beauty.

He’s a gem. She’s a rockstar.

Of course I got something.

These aren’t even my very favorites.

You’ll have to wait until Joey & Tyler have a lookie.

Newborn photography is really challenging. (For me, at least)

Happy Monday.

Baby feet to make you happy:

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Erin

Turns out awesome people (us) wore purple that day.

I met Erin wayyyyy back in first grade. I’m pretty sure that we were fast friends.  One of my first memories of her is gifting me Melvin Berger’s “Germs Make Me Sick.” At the time I was happy as a clam to have somebody give me a book, but now I’m wondering if she just thought that I was germy. I probably was germy…all kids are germy. (I can say this because: 1. I have a kid. 2. I taught 1st grade and got to see it first hand.)

Anyhow, Erin is in my circle of girlfriends from childhood that I can call upon at anytime and they’ll help me out or be able to remember the smell of the cafeteria, balance boards and the name of the recess teacher that we were all afraid of. She’s that kind of friend….lifelong, literally.

Except for the few years she moved away to Colorado, got married and had two babies, we’ve stayed in pretty close contact. In high school we filled countless notebooks writing letters back and forth, spilling our guts out, making collages and wondering what our futures held. While she was in Colorado we still wrote tons of letters, but the level of frequency wore off with work, babies, husbands and life taking precedent.

But now she’s back with her two kids and husband, Karl, and has set up house in A-Town. I can’t say how excited I am about this, but a funny thing has happened. I’ve found myself not having as much time as I’d like to connect with her. We’ve both got so much going on and sometimes between three kids (her two + Mags) our phone conversations fall short and our play dates are never long enough.

They came and had dinner at our house a few weeks ago and we get to go see them this coming weekend, but I already know that it won’t be enough. But you know what? It’s okay. I mean, I did meet her all the way back in 1st grade, so we’ve got all the time in the world to talk shop. It’s not like she’s a new friend or anything.