The view from my hotel in Boise. Pretty! Not every day I get to wake up and see mountains. And a parking lot.
What a beautiful blob. Mmm. I stayed home from work today due to a case of strep throat (one which caused my doctor to exclaim, "wow! impressive!" when she looked at my throat yesterday) so decided to do a little baking. Several years ago (pre-kids, obviously) I decided to learn how to make yeast breads and not to be scared of them. I just don’t have much time for it anymore.
Anyway, this gorgeous lump of dough turned into this gorgeous white pizza. What a fantastic lunch!
The other day, I went to my coworker’s house and took pictures of his new tiny baby twins. Identical boys. Hey, does that sound familiar? I work in an office with six total people, and now two of us have identical boys. Crazy, eh?
I loved snuggling these tiny sweet babies, but taking pictures of them was hard. I mean, duh, of course it was. Taking pictures of my nephew was hard, why would I think taking pictures of two tiny babies would be any easier? (I didn’t. It was more than twice as hard, though.) (Now I feel even more empathy towards the photographer who took photos of the boys when they were teeny.)
So without further ado, meet Andrew and Benjamin:
The (mostly unedited) outtakes are even better:
Now, wasn’t that fun? At least it cemented two things in my head: I never want to be a pro photographer, and I don’t want any more kids. But I do love other people’s babies.