Hand in My Pocket

Ten days until our sedated echo.

Today I called a slightly swanky but highly recommended local photo studio and left a voicemail expressing my interest in a genuine photo session for Erik. My last two trips to Sears have yielded absolutely gorgeous photos, but this required standing in line for hours while their computer network malfunctioned on another continent, repeatedly dragging my screaming child in front of the camera, and, as I crawled around on the floor on my hands and knees trying to get Erik to cooperate, eventually realizing there was a river of sweat running down my spine and into my butt crack because the good folks at Sears seem to think it's necessary to keep the tiny room they use the exact temperature necessary for firing clay pottery. This new studio offers a nice variety of healthy snacks and chilled wine for exhausted parents while the professionals take care of the rest.

I have changed my theme song these days. I'm an emotional mess this week, but anyone would be. Speaking in sweeping, general terms, things are looking up.

Everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.