Take a bow

If you read Friday's post then you know that we were nervous about Emily's first dance recital. My dad brought his camera for us since mine broke so we could videotape it. It's blurry but hopefully you can view it. She's the vain one-ok, she's the one in the middle.

When it was over and she got her flowers, (yes, we didn't forget them) she was so excited by all the attention that she yelled to me, "Mom! This is way better then a card signing!'

First time dance recital

I can't believe we are finally to the end of Emily's dance class session and tomorrow will be her first recital ever. I'm so nervous to see how she will react to a zillion eyeballs watching her and I hope that she won't decide to do one of her "faint spells"- hand to forehead and all- and go flying off the stage. Do I have a drama queen? If you've read my blog for even a week you know the answer to that.

A big ham? I think so.

Tonight is the rehearsal, so the parents will get a taste as to how their kid will react to the big day. I will use tonight to see if I need to wear a wig and dark sunglasses tomorrow. I'm just kidding. I think she will do fine and if anything, this will make her head grow fatter than her vain daddy's. Then, we'll have to get bigger doors so they can fit through them.

One thing that I keep worrying about is that they want parents to bring flowers for the girls for after the recital. I keep having this reoccurring nightmare that we forget to bring the flowers and everyone has them but her. I wake up in a cold sweat at the thought of making Emily angry. She scares me when she's mad. Hallmark was so scared they even put her mad look on a card. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Major life changes

I'm drowning! Help! I'm drowning! Not really, but I feel like it. If you haven't noticed me on your blogs as much that's because I've been very busy working on editing photos from that wedding I did a couple of weeks ago. But, please don't abandon me because I haven't been around!
You see, I have a tendency to take about 400 photos when I do a wedding and I also have a tendency to want to go through ALL of them and edit ALL of them. I know that you don't have to use all and you are supposed to just go through and pick out your favorites and the couple will never know that you took a picture of Uncle Ralph kissing cousin Betty, or that Aunt Suzy was picking her nose during the ceremony.

I'm very anal though about my photos because they are all my babies and I just can't bare to just "toss" any out without playing them up and cropping them and well, that's just the creative side of me itching to play.

I'm surprised that the couple haven't emailed me, wondering how things are going and if they might just get their freakin' album anytime soon? I'm almost done though and then I will work on the album part which is the most fun. After that, I'm all on pins and needles until they give me the "thumbs up" to send it to print. It's almost the worse part of the whole "shooting a wedding" to wait for that approval email. Will they like it? Do they hate it? Am I going to have to move to Alaska so they won't find me?

Now, I have to tell you the silly part of all this. You know how I said that I will never shoot another wedding because I can't handle the stress? Well, I've made a big decision last week. I'm going full time with the weddings. Hello? Are you there? Wait. There's someone at the door. Why hello, Internet! What are you doing standing there with a frying pan in your hand????