It was the best because it was St Patrick's Day weekend, and we love this holiday. I also convinced the hoodlums to let me drag them across the street, over the ditch and into a patch of tall grass so I could take some photos of them that I've been promising their grandmother I would take for ages. It was the best, because they smiled. It was probably the best for them because they knew they had a jar of skittles and gold coins and marshmallows awaiting their return home. It was the best because we beat the rain. It was the best because we attended a phenomenal Taste of Passover at our church and once again I was reminded why Easter is my hands-down-all-time favorite holiday. I love it more than Christmas.
It was the worst because upon arriving home and beginning to edit my photos I realized that the issues I've been having with my camera were getting to the point that I either need to replace it or get it serviced and I have no idea what that is going to entail. It's been acting broken and doing weird things like not turning on, or simply not working in the middle of using it, but I've been making it work by doing all kinds of random things photography websites recommend. Then on this photo shoot I couldn't get it to focus in Auto focus. (I'm not super comfortable in manual focus- especially with breathing people, though I probably would have gotten the nice, crisp photos I wanted had I switched and done that! Bah!) The focus point lights went out on me, and it kind of acted like it's insides died. That can't be good right? So... I'm crossing my fingers that I can get it looked at this week... but I'm not very hopeful. It's not even that old. I got it back in February of 2010! Then again, I've taken thousands upon thousands of photos with it. I'm trying, (kind of unsuccessfully) not to stress. It's just a camera. Still... it's also my baby.
in my shop on Friday night, and sold them all by Saturday. (More are coming sometime this week!) My sweet Instagram peeps dove right in and nabbed 'em before I could show them to y'all here! Totally blessed my heart to see them gobbled up like that. THEY ARE SO CUTE!! What is it, about flour sack dish towels? And turquoise ball jars?
hot- I mean, he whips these up like it's no big deal, using coconut flour so they are gluten free for us, and they were so good I nearly cried. (It was my day off from the Daniel Fast for Lent and I fully enjoyed every taste.) They were fluffy. And minty. And chocolate chippy. We topped them with whipped cream and star sprinkles. (They make me want to go kiss him right this minute, just thinking about them. I'm just saying. What is it, about a man in a kitchen? Sigh.)
Mama moment of sudden reflection on how quickly time is passing, here. For lunch they begged to eat in front of the TV (a rare treat) and watch Veggie Tales "Sumo of the Opera." It's a St. Patrick's day tradition for us, because it contains a short clip of the life of St. Patrick. I looked over at my pancake flipping man and said, "Do you suppose they are going to still want to watch this with us in five years?"
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my heart, cut in two pieces, living outside my body. It's named Ava and Joe. (Not sure I'm used to calling him that just yet.... )
celebrate St. Patrick's Day too?