challenged myself to do 365 self portraits. I am doing it on flickr if you want to check it out. This was day two.

I really hope to keep up with it for the full 365. While on vacation i may have take them and upload when i get back, we’ll see.

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This is from a friend/client in Florida. Those are her boys, her card, my photos. Aren’t they sweet, I love those boys.
One night we went out with another friend,Kelley. As I was getting out of the car I heard something(it was a june bug) so I screamed. Steph was getting out of the driver seat and started running, shoes in hand, up the street.
Kelley and I were confused and laughing. We asked her why she was running and she says “I thought it was an armadillo” . Oh my…we laughed so hard. For a long time.
Today the ups man dropped this cute little armadillo at my door step. I laughed just as hard all over again. Thank you Steph, I love you girl.

And because I laugh every time I watch this video. This is Mrs. Fun, sober, right after the incident.

This house must be crawling with germs right now. I can’t imagine. T now has pink eye. I am sick sick sick. I feel as if my head is going to explode. My body aches something awful. I need more kleenex and someone to come clean my house, do my laundry and then run out and shop for me. On their way home it would be great if they picked up dinner from somewhere healthy. Like Paradise Bakery, yum. I’ll take some of their roasted tomato soup minus the sour cream.

Wash your hands…….don’t touch your eyes and keep up with the house just in case you get the nasty stuff going around.

My mom bought this for me last time she was out. I love LOve LOVE it!! It holds 20 photos. I have 3.5×5’s on there now and I think its the perfect size. So if you are looking for a way to display lots of photos without the clutter or wall space. Heres your answer. I do wish the photos were laminated though.

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Wy officially has pink eye. He’s been out of school since Tuesday. Today he woke up not looking any better so I broke down and got him an appointment. $15 and being exposed to many germs later he was given eye drops. Well, the doctor informed me that even if it’s bacterial it will go away by itself in 5-7 days. So it’s been three days and I may skip the nasty drops, save myself from the screaming and fighting and wait it out.
I don’t like him missing school though. If he’s not better by Sunday morning I may break down and hold him down, most likely have to sit on him, pry his eyes open and pray the drops actually get in his eyes. That way he can return to school Monday.

Now on to JJ

When she tried out for the solo she didn’t get it. Her best friend did though. She took the rejection well and I thought to myself “well sweetie, you got the brains and the looks but not the voice” Bad mommy I know. I would never tell her this though but I really didn’t think she had what it took for a solo (hey, i am one of those moms that know my kids aren’t perfect). Her best friend came down with the flu so JJ was asked to fill in for her. Her music teacher worked with her during lunch. She had maybe an hour of practice for this solo.
Mr. Fun and I were so nervous for her. She stood up there, the music started and then I heard this voice. This voice was simply beautiful. It brought tears to Mr. Fun’s eyes. I held them back. Who knew she could sing like that? I sure didn’t think she could. She is trying out for the spring musical and now I hope she gets the leading part. She rocked that concert last night. On our way out everyone was telling her how great she sounded. It was a proud mommy night for sure.

and mom, can you send the addresses I asked for to mdawsonphotography@cox.net, please?

If only all my clients wouldn’t think it was weird to come sit on my kitchen table. This was such a fun session and the light was wonderful. I LOVE my kitchen light. So would you think a photographer was weird if they asked you or your child/children to sit on their kitchen table? Yes, bare feet and all.

Doesn’t feel like Christmas yet…..still waiting. Last night was JJ’s holiday concert at the Marriott. Even with the beautiful music and festive surroundings it didn’t feel like Christmas. I am trying to figure out why. Our house is decorated, the stocking hung and some presents wrapped under the tree. Even have half my cards addressed and ready for stamps.
I am thinking it could be the stress from my job. I have late orders and I don’t know how to handle it other than busting my butt and getting the orders placed and mailing out photos daily.
I was asked what I wanted for Christmas this year. I want two things, both things I know I won’t be getting because they are very unrealistic. Simple as that. This is also the first year that I have struggled with what to get the kids. They don’t want much and what they want aren’t big ticket items. Hey, I am not complaining but the fat guy in a red suit always brings one big unwrapped item. Mr. Fun and I went shopping the other day and had such a hard time. We left with some board games and footballs.
However, last night Wy asked if he could get a guitar when he turned eight. I said he could get one when he was five if he wanted. He got very excited. Then G said he wanted one. So I am thinking that guitar times two would be good. So this leaves us with T. Oh and don’t forget Mr. Fun…..NO idea what to get him. He deserves the world but can’t think of anything grand that I could buy. Nobody say sexy photos of myself because that won’t happen until I lose ten pounds or learn how to liquefy really well.
I am hoping that it starts to feel like Christmas for me soon. You may be seeing lots of ornaments ;)

So we were at the store picking out a treat for G’s class. He is star of the week and he can bring a treat in to share with the class. I would prefer to make them but that’s not allowed, all treats have to be store bought.I think it’s a stupid rule. We had cupcakes picked out then JJ pointed out a candy cane made from cupcakes. I asked G if he would rather have that. JJ answered with “he doesn’t like that”. Out of nowhere this lady asked G if he could talk. G looked at me for permission to speak to a stranger, I nodded but not before this lady asked him again if he could talk. He answered with yes. She began to lecture him that he needs to talk for himself. I was so shocked I was speechless(which is rare). I tried to get my children moving quickly. Hahaha, four kids all moving in one direction quickly while surrounded by treats they rarely get, now that’s hilarious. She wouldn’t stop talking about her kids and how they talk for each other and she doesn’t like it. She then told G once again that he needs to talk for himself so that he wouldn’t get hurt. I told her that he’s not much of a talker anyways. This woman started on how that doesn’t matter and he needs to speak for himself. OH MY WORD WOMAN!! SHUT UP!!! Those that know my kids know that they rarely talk for each other and that is why my almost three old talks like he’s five. JJ just happened to hear the question and G didn’t. So I had to be put through a very creepy situation. I suppose I can understand her concern but she doesn’t know my kids, they don’t speak for each other very often. So lady, BACK OFF!!! Go work on your own children and let me parent mine the way I see fit.

I still wonder why I had four kids. I do. I doubt myself daily. Can I really raise four kids to be good, respectful, successful adults?

They are all going through phases right now. G is into hurting his brothers and then acting like it was an accident. I ain’t stupid, pinching your baby brothers cheek that hard is not an accident. He also likes to be a smart ass. Hoping this passes soon. Wy, well…..Wy is Wy and it isn’t a phase, unfortunately. JJ is into bossing her brothers around, raising her voice to them. Drives me crazy, only because I hear myself in that tone. When she does this I remind myself I am not going to be the mother that yells. Then I yell *sigh* . T is almost three and it’s showing. Not sure how the age two got such a bad rap, I love the age two. Now the age three sucks, in my opinion. They are old enough to know better so the rotten things they do are no longer cute or as easily forgiven. I don’t expect perfection, you’ve heard about Wy. I do expect respect and a good listener. So far threatening with time out has kept T in check. His mouth however is forgetting to ask nicely for things. He likes to demand in a not so pleasant voice.

I do realize my kids are good kids. When we are out in public I always, ALWAYS get a comment on how well behaved they are. This makes me proud, then we get home and they melt. They throw tantrums, they fight and they forget who is in charge. I guess if they are going to misbehave, at home is the best place to do it. I am dreading the teen years……….