This past weekend I had planned every single moment with a variety of different activities, from festivals, to apple orchards to birthday parties.
This past Saturday I hit 12 weeks of pregnancy, which of course is very, very, very exciting. That uplifted my mood to levels that I can not express. It really was a perfect weekend.
I took a ton of photos, which is wonderful because I haven’t been feeling very creative lately. It felt good to have my camera back in my hands, there was so much around me to photograph. Of course, there is always so much to photograph, it’s just a matter of doing it. Am I right or am I right?
I’m a funnel cake snob. If I see a booth with funnel cakes, I get every excited. But if I see funnel cakes sitting underneath a lamp, keeping it warm? I turn up my nose and go without. But this week, at the first festival we went to…they were fresh out of the oil. So delicious.
We went apple picking, too.
On Sunday, we went to another festival where the kids had kool-aid for their second time in their life. Exhibit A as to why I keep them away from kool-aid.
Then we went to Asher’s first birthday party. Man, I love that kid and he loves me right back. It was so much fun. The food was amazing, but the cupcakes ROCKED MY WORLD. But mostly, Asher is cute.
I took maternity shots of Crooked Eyebrow, she is 38 weeks pregnant and so glowy and happy and I feel so honored to have been the one to capture this season of her life.
I could do maternity shoots forever and ever, Amen.
As you can see, I took a lot of photos this weekend, this being just a fraction of what I took. So you can imagine my dismay when I asked Brian to photograph me for a belly shot and got these as the result:
Then, at one of the festivals, I asked him to take a photo of me for maybe a new profile picture and this is what I have to choose from:
But that’s okay. I’m slightly frustrated but if this is the worst thing that happened this weekend, then it was indeed, THE BEST WEEKEND EVER.