I mean I didn't even do anything exciting this weekend to tell you about. Well, unless you count buying a bag of shells in hopes that our freshly molted hermit crab would pick a new home (and he did, in case you were curious). I cooked a few dinners. Played in the kiddie pool. Took some pictures. Watched some X-Files. We are wild and crazy in this household. While I keep my fingers crossed that something "blog-worthy" happens this week (and I am going to the gynecologist Thursday, so that's bound to be full of giggles and good times!), I will tell you a great story about taking these pictures.
Sean was in rare form. We were taking photos on the sidewalk of our town's former soccer field, so Sean was running around, picking up sticks and spinning in circles and photo-bombing the pictures. At one point he stops playing and starts watching me. "Stop acting awkward," he demands, while I am posing as naturally as I can. "You look weird, Momma," he continues. "Momma, you're so awkward!" Totally a high pressure situation. I felt like I had Tyra, Mr. Jay, and Ms. Jay shouting orders at me!
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Wedges- Payless Shoes
I usually title my posts after I've written them, but as soon as I mentioned pressure for the second time, I knew I needed to call this one "Under Pressure", and then I was mad that it wasn't Tuesday, because this would have been a great Tunesday Tuesday post. Alas, I have no other photos to use, so this is the only post I have to offer on this Monday. And I still have to pick a song for Tunesday Tuesday. Talk about pressure!