Fathers Day 2008

With Justin working on the road, we had to delay celebrating Fathers Day to this past weekend and now that we finallllly got to give Justin his Fathers Day presents, I can post them here- believe me, it has been killing me to have these cute pics and not post. But I didn't want to spoil the surprise for Justin.














And here they are individually:















Don't Shoot Me

I've been busy the past few days trying to learn all the functions of my new camera and the kids are bearing the brunt of it as I am constantly chasing them around the house snapping away. But it has been totally worth it as this sucker turns out some great pics in the auto mode- hopefully, I will be able to get down some of the basics before Harper shows up next month and can graduate out of the auto mode. Who knew that a camera could come with so many options and extra gadgets to add on- I love gadgets. Just don't expect a bunch of belly pics any time soon.


















Sweet Baby James

Two weeks ago, Justin took me on the best date ever in the 11+ years we have been together- he took me to see James Taylor in concert in Charlotte. Me, being the quasi-hippie that I am prone to be, just said that we should get the cheap lawn seats, but Justin, being the sweet husband that he is (and concerned father to the baby in my tummy), sprung for the goooooooood seats so we had an awesome view of the stage. Well, except for the couple of drunk baby boomers in front of us that insisted on standing up and swaying to half the songs like they were back at Woodstock. But otherwise it was fantastic. He had his "band of legends" with him and there were some outstanding muscians on the stage. I have long been a fan of James Taylor and many of his songs bring me such good memories (I know that at least one reader of this blog probably can't hear "You've Got a Friend" without thinking of high schoolers dancing in an overheated Assembly Room) but I have long been afraid of seeing him live because I worried that my expectations of his greatness wouldn't be met with a live performance. Well, I was wrong, wrong, wrong. He sounds just as good (better even) live than on any recording. He had just recorded a cd of covers with his band so he mixed those in with his classics. I have to say there was nothing better than a perfect spring night (warm but with a nice cool breeze) under the stars, holding my husband's hand while James Taylor sang "Carolina on my Mind" and Harper danced in my belly. Thank you for a perfect night, Justin.