I'm in the process right now of compiling pictures for our adoption profile. The profile is a book that is a picture of our lives... in 10 pages or so. It's supposed to give a good glimpse into what kind of family an expectant mother might be releasing her baby into. (Grammar nazis- away!)
Our friend and adoption consultant, Tracie, is going to put together the profile, and so she sent a list of what kind of pictures she needs. Stuff like, 4 pictures of you and your spouse with kids, 10 pictures of you alone, 8 pictures of extended family, etc. Where I'm getting tripped up is the pictures of me alone. These are supposed to be a snapshot (ha ha) of me. So, for example, if I had a hobby, it should be pictured, or just basic stuff like, me cooking, or, you know, sewing, or healing wounded birds or what have you.
But no. No, I don't have any pictures of that. What I have are pictures of me, eating. A variety. I eat with blonde hair! I eat with red hair! I eat in the summer, and in the winter.
Dear Expectant Parents,
If you want a home for your child where the mother is a food lover, have we got the family for you. This woman can throw down. She will eat just about anything, and while she is eating, she will smile cheerily, for the moment to be captured for all posterity. Does she clean? Cook? Go outdoors? Stand up? We may never know, but she definitely, definitely eats. So rest assured.
Also, sometimes her husband wears wigs.
um, i hope you ALSO wear wigs... cuz i saw some hair i hope i didn't do.......
ReplyDeleteLET'S EAT CAKE!
absolutely hilarious! i love this post. i think that one with the pie might look like you just BAKED a pie, so maybe you can use that one for a non-eating example. ;)
ReplyDeletein regard to your grammar-nazi comment, you are most always a refreshing relief in the world of blogging and horrible grammar. rest assured. i've been meaning to thank you for your consistently correct use of there, they're, and their. this truly eases my mind.
-signed, a recovering grammar nazi who purposely avoids capitalization sometimes, as therapy
I did bake that pie. Then, Toby sneaked out at midnight, climbed the counter and ate the entire thing with his hands. He was 2, maybe? Daniel discovered him in there with the lights off.
ReplyDeleteoh, and Linds. That is a Hannah Montana wig. Courtesy of one Julie Davis.
ReplyDeleteThat was great!-G
ReplyDeleteHi I'm Erica - got your blog from Tracie. I'm going to blog about you and your adoption. Yep asked Tracie for a family adopting domestically and she picked you. Love your blog, you've made me laugh already and that means we should be friends. So there ya have it. I can't find you on facebook though so you should find me. ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Erica! I think I was on your blog recently- the Simply Love shirts? I just requested you on FB!
ReplyDeleteha ha! dis is what i do! EAT!
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