The Cutest Witch In the NorthEast

Now, isn't she just the cutest witch ever?

I agree... Watch out New England, here comes Kyra the big, bad witch!

Moving Sucks

I've nearly completed the dreaded move. I know, you're all so confused. You see, the day after I flew back in from my sister's wedding, they gave me the keys to my new house. My pretty, shiny, smells of fresh paint, new house. The movers delivered the goods today. Much unpacking to be done, so I really must be off. I just didn't want you all to think that I fell off the face of the earth. Nope, I'm still here, lost in the maze of boxes.

Me, a Wedding Photographer?

I've been out of town this weekend at my sister's beautiful wedding. Her dress, stunning. Her hair, fabulous. The weather, brilliant. The event as a whole, spectacular! The photographer? Well just have to wait and see about that. The pictures haven't been developed yet.

I'm hoping beyond hope that my photography skills weren't just an act. I got many comments on how well I had this whole photographer thing down. And other people's pictures turned out really well with the poses I was placing the Bride and Groom in. Of course these other people had digital cameras, and I do not. I don't believe in digital. The ease of use I can see. The quality, good. But you just can't get the same... oh, I don't know. Its just not the same as using a real camera. You know, with film and all? It doesn't have the same presence to me.

Kyra was the ring bearer for the wedding. She didn't perform like I promised. (I'm sorry Gayla) I told my sister that she could do it. My 13 month old genius of a daughter could, without a doubt, master walking down a 15 foot isle with ease. Yah, nope, didn't happen. Without having a nap longer then 20 minutes, she couldn't (or rather, refused) to walk that 15 feet. Nope, she was toted on my hip, all the way down. And when we got to the end... Still refused to even stand on her own two feet. I can't blame her. I tend to get fussy when I'm sleepy too. Jeremy will be the first to tell you that.

Later this week I will bring you a picture or two.

Humor that is Life

This would be the latest picture of my wonderful husband, Jeremy and my beautiful daughter, Kyra. They both just look thrilled don't they? Kyra has a new trick as of yesterday, she can spin in place and make herself dizzy and fall down. She thinks this is hysterical. Jeremy and I agree.

My husband has been in contact with the people who own the Navy housing around here for a couple weeks now. They are slowly moving my whole neighborhood into new housing areas so they can eventually tear down the asbestos and lead laden houses we currently reside in. Jer has kept on top of them in an effort to have our little family unit moved and established before he goes out on his next underway. The boat left today. With Jeremy on board. Can you guess who called to tell us they have a shiny new house all ready for us to move into today? That's right. My stress level has shot through the roof and not a thing is packed yet. This should be fun. Next week I sign the lease papers, and next week I will be unpacking box after box while (probably) keeping a very close eye on two dogs, two toddlers, and several movers asking me "Where do you want this?"

Uncomfortable Introductions

I used to write a weekly e-mail to all of my family and friends called "Rotten Groton Weekly News." It was used just as a way to tell of my husband's and my life on a weekly basis. What new things we did, saw and accomplished. Since I had my daughter I have become quite a slacker with my weekly news updates.

Just wait, I have an excuse. I used to take a good hour or so to write my weekly emails just perfectly and had everything exactly how I wanted things to say. Believe me, I didn't realize just how much time I had on my hands before I had a child. One year post pregnancy, with my daughter being into everything... I don't have the time to put as much love and care into my writing. I'm lucky if I can remember what I did five minutes before the last time I spouted "No ma'am, don't touch that. That's not a toy!" Trying to remember what we've done and accomplished in a week is just not happening anymore.

As of today, I'm going to start writing things down as they pop into my head instead of one of those "Hey, I have to remember to tell the family about that." I'm hoping this will work out better for me then my Rotten Groton's have. We'll see.