It's almost 3 in the morning and it's dumping snow outside. The first of the season. I'm wallowing in sickness. I've never been able to tell the difference between a mild flu and a raging cold, but it's one of those. I've got a fever, cough, sore throat, the whole array of Hot Monkey Death symptoms. The hell of it is, Jakob and I are supposed to be at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Fest in San Francisco right now with some friends, but... I came down with ... THIS ... and now I am sitting here instead.
Here are some photos. All of these shoots were scheduled in the space of a week. That was a crazy week, trying like hell to keep you kids free of scars and rashes.
Jake's school photo. Sweetie, this isn't the smile that we practiced in the mirror all that morning. Sigh.
Neither daddy or the photog could get you to smile at all. But I like the flower. That's a nice touch.
Dare I say it? Of course I will. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful of all your classmates.
Soccer.
The coach didn't show up at picture day, so -- surprise -- assistant coach daddy had to stand in for the kid+coach photos. He is mortified that photos like this of him and all your other individual teammates are in everybody's picture packets.
Awwww! What a cute bunch of bruisers!
Sooooo... good to know for this time next year. With both of you in school now and doing activities and such, a small bank loan is in order to pay for the glut of photos.
Time to try and go back to sleep. It's hard, though, swine flu and all and knowing that each breath could be my last. Love you both.
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