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of course... my genius husband fixed my problem and the pictures of jonathan and his great-grammas are up!

Road Trip

This Memorial Day weekend we decided it was time to go to Selma. It had been a good six months and time to visit. Everette's two grandmothers and his aunt live there. Before I tell you about the trip you have to see the time line of Everette's week.
Sunday May18-wedding
Monday May 19th-leave at 5 AM for Indy airport to catch flight to LA
Thursday May 22-leave LA 9 AM to catch flight to Indy, arrive Indy 4:30 PM, 5:30 PM wife and parents arrive at airport to pick up and drive to Nashville TN.
Friday May 23-Leave Nashville 9 AM to finish drive to Selma.
Spend weekend with parents, and grandmothers, wife, and child
Monday May 26 8 AM leave Selma to begin what turns out to be 13 hour drive to Lafayette.
Wednesday May 28 4 AM leave house to catch flight in Indy to Philly, return Thursday night late.

Oh yeah... and wife leaves town Friday morning until Saturday afternoon.
Not sure how we ended up with this crazy schedule.

Anyway, the trip was great, Jonathan performed amazingly both in the car and for his grandmothers. He was perfect, hardly cried, sat still when grandmas were holding him. Adjusted to time differences. Smiled, laughed, and was practically perfect in every way! I took some pictures but there were just too many darn cute ones to choose so I posted them on my website so you can see them all. While we were in Selma (it was 87 degrees with 500% humidity) Jonathan had his first swimming pool experience. Ok so it was really more like a large outdoor bathtub, but it was fun nonetheless. He looked super cute. I can't wait until we get to go swimming here in Indiana.
Ok so I am having a little trouble uploading the pictures to the web, but take heart it will be there soon!!! while your waiting you can see the pictures from the wedding I took last Sunday.

my website photos

Fantastic Weekend

This weekend was quite wonderful. Friday night, we were able to get all night sitters for Jonathan (grandparents are awesome). I had a wedding rehearsal to attend ( I was the photographer), then Everette joined me for the rehearsal dinner, which was followed by a concert, which was followed by a campfire at my brother's house. Saturday morning, we got to sleep in, then we headed over to pick up Jonathan, and to mooch a free French Toast breakfast! Then we headed home to work in the yard. It was a stunning day. We mowed the lawn, went for a family bike ride, and then to Bennett's to buy plants!! Everette planted them, and we hung out together all evening. Actually it wasn't to exciting, because we were both pretty wiped after our day of yard work. Then Sunday after church, after a quick stop to see a friend and her new baby I was off to shoot the wedding.
The wedding was absolutely beautiful. It was simple but sacred. Two of the most wonderful people you will ever meet. I have been working on the pictures furiously. Then on Thursday we are off to Selma Alabama for the weekend. Everette's parents and I are picking Everette up in Indy (he went to California this week). Here are a few pictures I have finished. Check my website after Memorial Day to see the rest.

Bikes vs. Scooters

There is a large portion of my family that ride motorcycles and I know there is between bikers, an unwritten code,you wave to acknowledge other bikers you pass. This is not "wave to your gramma from the stage at your school concert" kind of wave. It is a low, very cool, very subtle, indifferent wave. In fact there is very little actual waving. It is generally only a slight lift from the handle bar, hand raised no more than 45 degrees. Sometimes I have seen a biker stick out his hand to the side. Again no hand flopping back and forth, that us too undignified. And Never, Never is the shoulder EVER involved in the wave, I think this would result in a permanent revoking of your motorcycle license. This perpetuates the idea that if you own a bike it puts you in a sort of club. There are several stages of membership. If you simply own a bike and it sits in your garage, or your storage unit. Then you belong to the "Wannabe club" These people have all sorts of stories. Some are the "good ole days" bikers, for whatever reason they don't ride anymore, but they can tell you all sorts of stories from back in the day. The great thing about this is that they don't have to be true. Because for some reason if you have a bike no one questions you. Then there are those who don't ride and blame it on their wives. "The Old Lady doesn't think it's safe" You know, just trying to keep a good man down. The truth of the matter is usually one of the following options. 1. They bought the bike on a whim, without consulting their wife or even really thinking it through-then it usually turns out that the bike doesn't really work and after a few months of sleeping on the couch the bike has suddenly lost its allure. or
2. They took it out for a spin once with no training, laid it down and scared themselves so bad they wet themselves. This is an unfortunate option, because this means they will have the bike forever, as there is no way they could sell it, and admit that they 1. don't know how to ride it, and 2. are terrified to touch it.
Then there are those who ride their bikes in the good weather for the pure thrill of it They ususally own a leather jacket and maybe some gloves but that is usually the extent of it, because if it's cold or wet they usually opt for their minivan. And Finally there are the hard core bikers with leather bandanna, jacket, chaps, and I've heard, underwear. These bikers don't even own any other form of transportation. They ride all the time. They are tough and grizzly looking. They usually have a few tattoos and are easily recognizable in public by their distinctive gate. You don't ride on a bike every where you go and not get a little bow-legged.

I digress however from my intended topic. Apparently this hand-waving code does not transfer to all types of motorized two-wheeled vehicles. I was driving on greenbush, which I think is the scooter capital of Lafayette, and I saw two people on scooters pass each other, there was no wave. In fact both guys had baseball caps and hooded sweatshirts and seem to shirk and turn their heads away so as not to be recognized. I found this to be ironic and hilarious. I can't for the life of me imagine why two people on scooters would not share the same sense of honor as a motorcyclist :)
I also saw (on greenbush) a couple riding double on a scooter. How romantic.

Oh my cuteness

These are for those of you who love my son and want to see pictures of him!


First time on the grass!











Goo Face!