My friend lost her 16 day old daughter last night. She was born at 28 weeks and was doing incredibly well until last night. I am so heartbroken for her and her family. I was honored to get to meet her when I photographed her on Saturday.



A memorial fund has been set up to plant a tree in her memory at the arboretum where my friend and her husband were married. That website is here: Donate to Rosie.

Hello there

Hello there, blog. I haven't forgotten about you. I think about you often. And then I realize I don't have much to say or it's likely that I've said it elsewhere on the internet and don't feel like repeating myself.

Life is well. Spring is on the horizon. My suspected cold urticaria is proving itself when I spent a half hour at the park in 50 degree weather and broke out in hives on my cheeks again versus the time spent out today when it's in the 60s and I am fine. It has me dreaming of moving to a warmer climate even though I know that will likely never happen.

Spending time at friends' (single family) homes has me dreaming of houses too. And while that is much more likely to happen, it's not going to any time soon. I'm feeling closed in here in this little townhouse, particularly after celebrating Lily's second birthday and having the number of LARGE toys increase. Speaking of, I should try to put away her tent while she's napping and see if she freaks out over its absence.

Oh, she loved her birthday though.



Off to put the tent away...

My kid is cute.

She also likes apples.



I'm experimenting with my backdrop (that's made from PVC pipe and some yardage of black fabric). I need more PVC to make it sturdier before taking it around other peoples' kids, and I also want some white fabric since my brown-haired daughter tends to get lost in the dark background, especially when I'm only using available light.

Photography

10 days post-illness and I feel like a normal member of society again. It actually took a while to get used to being in public and conversing with humans after such a long hiatus from the plague.

Lily's 2nd birthday is fast approaching and I've prepared by sewing her a Ponyo doll...



...and taking photos of her...



And because I'm probably crazy I'm having a go at the photography thing in a slightly more professional setting. We'll see what comes of it! http://kristygarceauphotography.wordpress.com/

Yucky

Getting sick and healing a tattoo are two very not good things to combine. I managed to take a nice hot bath with my leg propped out of the water, but I feel like I've been hit by a bus. The fever that Lily had overnight on Tuesday hit me Friday afternoon and has been striking on and off since. No digestive output like poor Lily who has had at least one gross diaper every day since Tuesday, but I've got the gurgly threats of the same. I'm thankful this struck on the weekend so Art can take care of me starting with when he found me shivering under the blankets in bed next to a napping Lily Friday evening and kindly brought me ibuprofen and water. I am so completely done with this. I better wake up feeling better tomorrow.