1. I had to log the boys off of Urban Chat to get on my blog. That's something I certainly wasn't having to deal with 5 months ago.
2. On the other side of the planet, there is a magazine called Luxe. It is "Texas' largest design + architecture magazine" and Briggs Freeman does a little insert on different people in Texas. They have graciously decided to feature my husband because they think he's about 1/2 as great as I do. So...last night they came into our chaotic home to both photograph our family and be used by the Lord as a mighty sanctifying tool in my life. They were obviously not here to photograph our home since each and every piece of furniture has been chewed on by dogs or is sticky from who knows what and I have a seriously horrendous yellow couch.
The very first thing I told Ray, the photographer, was that the upstairs was quarantined and that it would be a swift and violent death if he went upstairs and even worse if he took pictures. Downstairs was spotless but I could not for the life of me get my bed made yesterday. Ok, wait, let me rephrase that. Our downstairs was spotless until Fern decided to dig under the fence and roll in mud and then walk through the house about five minutes before the photographer arrived. Thanks, Fern.
It was supposed to be really natural kind of day-in-the-life stuff but I decided I should step out of the usual hot dogs and macaroni and cheese and find something else to cook. Oh, I kid. I've tried more recipes in the last five months than I have in my entire life - from broiled salmon to neck bones. The neck bones got rave reviews; the salmon was loved by 1/2 my family. I bet you can guess which 1/2. Even though I must say I've gotten pretty good at frying chicken, that was out because of the incredible mess and there is just something about raw chicken that I'm pretty sure doesn't translate well into print.
We had a house-full and it really was fun although not exactly like slipping into a warm bath. The kids were total hams for the camera and I'm excited to see how the pictures come out. I asked Ray if he could make Sadie's hair look like I had brushed it at least once in her lifetime and if my windows had enough dirt on them for his back-lighting. He responded that he wasn't looking for perfect hair, just personality and he could Photoshop more dirt in if he needed it.
He might be my new best friend.