La Famiglia

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This was my first family shoot with real live teenagers involved. And it was tough. They were as recalcitrant as all get out. But it was a good lesson for me. Considering what I was like as a teeny bopper, I should be able to relate more than a wee bit. And this family was lovely. Little Sophia especially always captures my heart.

The Ankle Story

This shot is the one I was taking when I decided that I am younger and more agile than I really am. I proceeded to jump off the riser I was standing on instead of taking the prudent two or three cautionary steps to get down safely and landed on my ankles and then my tuckus. My ankle was twisted and wobbly but seemed fine. After the shoot I joined my post-partum mama posse at the local Mexican joint for a much deserved (I thought) margarita. When walking to my car I tripped and fell flat on my face and twisting my ankle to establish a bonafide sprain. Driving home was an adventure. YOU try using your left foot to brake. Once I made it home and hobbled into the house I had to crawl upstairs to bed. And I mean literally crawl. Josh said it looked like some bad performance piece or an excerpt from some twisted David Lynch film.The next day I could actually put some weight on it so it turned out to be not such a catastrophe. The doctor looked at the xrays and said, "You've done this before in the same place". So I had to recount the time I was running and twisted my ankle on the Lyon street stairs in San Francisco and then ran the three miles home on a sprained ankle. Not sure which sounds more ridiculous. That I was dumb enough to run on an injured foot or that I actually used the be able to run up the hundred odd steps in SF. It is still swollen and uncomfortable, but bearable. Thanks to all of you who have asked.

SXSW

I was a bit asleep about the whole South by Southwest thing until it was upon us. But thanks to friends who were coming to town, I wised up in time to catch at least a little music. It was fun to check out the sights, although I did feel very old. The hipster quotient was OUT OF CONTROL. My friend Jenny, who was visiting from Reno, and I started out at this place that was having new bands every half hour. I was already slacking from working that day so when I saw the bar with the tequila I figured that I might as well start drinking. After all, it was five o'clock somewhere. So I ordered a margarita (yum my fav) and went to pay the bartender when he informed me that it was on the house. Yippee. I planned on staying at that venue ALL DAY.One interesting thing was that everywhere you went you saw people with cameras, cell phones, ipods that they were fidgeting with constantly. This is probably not news to most of you who actually live in the world, but for suburban ivory tower dwellers like me it was eye opening. So here are some pics I snapped. Nothing special, but at least it gives you an idea of the goings on.

A New Look

I am fiddling around with the design of the blog so please bear with me. I wanted to get it all done this morning before Meagan hands the kids back to me but that is not going to happen. I want the photos to be bigger but not for the text lines to be so long (and hard to read). So I will keep working on it. I am trying to learn more about cascading style sheets (css) but my brain manages to retain very little these days. I bet you can relate. Please dear god tell me I am NOT alone in this.

A Rare Appearance

My friend Andrea took these beautiful photos of Sam and I as well as some other great mama ones. Thanks Andrea for capturing my love for Sammy. Since I usually avoid being in front of the camera it is nice to have some proof of my existence for the boys years from now. I especially love the look in pregnant Tanya's eyes (in the background of the first photo) that says "Holy shit. I can't believe I am having another baby. How will I manage it?" All the while trying to look like she's thinking "They're so cute together."

Morning

Ben says, "I need a spoon. I need a fork." You can guess what the word fork sounded like. After hearing a three year old say that so early in the morning I need a cup of coffee.

Address

Woo hoo. The Adventures of Lazygirl has a brand new home on the internet highway. The new web address is adventuresoflazygirl.com. If you go to the old site it will just redirect you to the new one, so it is not required to update you bookmarks, but hey, why not? Out with the old and in with the new I say. If you have the site on an RS feed you may want to update that. But don't ask me. I am not the technology expert. Josh is. And a BIG FAT THANKS to him for being such a great help with this blog. I couldn't do it without him. Wow. I have said nice things about Josh two entries in a row. Must be an earthquake coming. Good thing we no longer live in California.

The Fog

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The workshop ended last night at two am and now we can finally take a breather until Josh's mom gets here tomorrow. After she and his sister leave next Monday we will officially have a break and hopefully I can post the millions of things I want to, but have had no time to do. My ankle is much better and thanks to all of you who sent kind words and thoughts. I could actually put weight on it by Monday morning and went to the doctor who gave me a script for Vicadin. So something good DID come out of it. Now it's just ugly (swollen and bruised) and I hobble a bit, but not painful.

I just want to share with everyone how amazing my husband Josh is and how much help he has been to me the last few days. I know how much Josh means to me and how much I appreciate him, but it is in the moments when life gets hard that I realize how much I rely on him and how he always comes through for me. I love you baby.

I Thought Sundays Were Supposed to be Relaxing

It's Sunday night. Tonight I sprained my ankle. Meagan has the flu (the yucky puking kind). The kids won't go to bed. Tucker got into the garage and found the bagels we bought at Costco today and ate four of them. I am hosting a photography workshop here at the house over the next two days and am supposed to do all sorts of stuff. How I am going to manage to do anything other than lie on the couch with my foot elevated is still a mystery. Poor Josh is feeling like this fake polygamy relationship we have with two women in the same house is maybe not such a good idea when they are both out of commission and he has to wait on us both and take care of three children and three dogs.Wish us luck.

The Motorcycle

In order to get Ben to behave at his haircut we used an old favorite, bribery. I told him he could have a toy of his choosing from the Family Dollar store next door if he was good. So we went next door afterwards and he picked a motorcycle that he loves. And Noah loves it too. He loves it so much that Meagan decided that for the sake of all of our sanity she needed to get Noah one also. So she lugged him to the store and he decided that he wanted some small cars he found there instead. She asked if he was sure that he wanted the cars and not the motorcycle and he confirmed that he was. So when they left he was happy. When they got home Noah said, "Where's my motorcycle?" Kids say the darnedest things.