All Things Being Equal

Last week, when we were out to eat with Carma and Steve and Keaton's brother Logan, we started discussing the fact that Carma and Steve were staying in West Valley and driving back and forth between Davis and Weber counties and West Valley because Steve's parents had a nice guest bedroom. "One day," I told Carma, "we'll have a guest bedroom and you can stay at our house, its halfway between."

This got Keaton on a subject we've been over many times before. "We need to get a King size bed and then we can move our Queen to the guest bedroom."

"He's always complaining," I told the rest of the group, "but he complained more when I was pregnant. Go figure."

"We still need to get a new mattress," he insisted. "It isn't as bad as when you were pregnant, but still..."

"We don't need a new mattress," I said, "the one we have is fine."

"But," Keaton said in exasperation, "you take up like, fifty percent!"

Logan didn't miss a beat. "What you're saying is, that she takes up an entire fifty percent, leaving you with only....fifty percent?"

Keaton computed that. We all broke into laughter. He stammered for a minute, trying to justify his statement, but even he started laughing.

I thought marriage was about being equal with your partner.

I guess not when it comes to bedshares.

Later, Keaton decided that if we go by size, it really should be 70-30. Which is flattering...but I think I'll keep my 50%. I makes up for the 100% of the covers he steals.

Rainy Day Photo Shoot

Carma came up for the holiday weekend from Arizona and we decided that we would do a mini photo shoot so A. I could get a good photo to put on my blog and website and B. so I could impart my vast photo knowledge to her eager young mind (not really, she already knows most of it, I was just teaching her a few of the tricks and tips I've learned in the last little bit). But it rained...and rained...and rained... which was fine for the lighting (it was SO GORGEOUS) but not so good for the hair. (But check out the black and white of Carma. I made it big because wow)

Paula has advised me that the pictures I've put on my new header and profile pic don't really look like me because I'm not smiling! So here is a smiling one...

Its a little dorky, but I guess thats just me...

Exhibit A

Reasons why I couldn't quit until we had health insurance:

And yes, he is holding a chainsaw.
Sidenote: He did fall later and scraped up his arms and legs trying to keep from breaking his neck.

Window

On Friday I caught Jamison looking out our bedroom window. It was a beautiful time of day. It made me think about what it must be like to be a little child, when everything is so new. What kind of wonder must he feel when he looks out onto such a big world?

But it wasn't the big world he was looking for...

it was his daddy, who was out mowing the lawn.

When I finally pulled the little squirt away from the window, this was the shirt-appropriate look I got:
Every moment is precious...and priceless.

A Big Fat Photo of my Face

So this is what happens when it is windy out in the backyard and there is some sweet diffused lighting and no one nearby for a poor girl to photograph except herself.

Next week we're gonna do a real photo shoot when Carma comes up from AZ.

PS. There might have been a teeeensy bit of photoshop involved in this picture. Don't judge.

I QUIT!

That's right folks. I officially put in my two weeks at the bank today. We knew it was coming as soon as Keaton found out he was getting benefits through his work, and now it is here. My last day is going to be July 1st! I just feel so blessed...that I can be home with my baby and still bring in money for our family through my photography. The last two-three years I have been building my portfolio, learning my trade, paying my dues, and just wishing it would work out into something bigger. And now, it is.

Don't get me wrong, this is a little scary. I won't have that guaranteed paycheck, work will have to come a little by luck and a little by hard work, but I'm ready for it. It is a leap of faith, to be sure, but we're taking it.

And it feels good. Really really good. There is a part of me that wants to vent about all the things I hated about the bank (and there are many, many things), but I am so happy that I just don't have it in me. If I'm being fair I will admit that it has been a great place to work for the last four years. But its time to open a new chapter.

And this time, I'm in charge.

Banana for Breakfast

Yum.

Big Yawn!