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.