Sunday, June 27, 2010

Newspaper column

I am enjoying the best part of my weeklong summer vacation to Myrtle Beach right now -- the glorious anticipation.

It occurred to me when I started thinking about how much work still needs to be done before we even start packing the car that perhaps vacation is better in theory than in reality. We made reservations in January, and knowing that I would have my toes in the sand in July was enough to get me through most of winter.

And now that it's just five weeks away, I can almost taste the oceanside margaritas. I bought a new bathing suit and a thick novel that looks very promising. My husband picked out a bunch of new "beachworthy" shirts, as he calls them. And our daughter is very excited to have her very own bucket of colorful sandcastle-making tools.

You know, the fun stuff.

What we haven't had to worry about yet is packing. We haven't had to debate over what stays and what goes. What we have room for and what we don't. We haven't had the argument about who's driving or which route to take. Or whether we remembered the sunscreen. Not to mention the fun of attempting our first 10-hour car trip with a recently potty-trained toddler.

And every vacation I've ever been on, although mostly filled with wonderful moments, always has at least one huge disaster in there somewhere -- sometimes more.

I took a trip to Cancun, Mexico, with my college roommates for spring break our senior year. The memories that instantly come to mind are getting attacked by an unruly peacock in the courtyard of our hotel, having my watch stolen right off my wrist by a group of boys pretending to sell bracelets and ending up on the back of a jet ski with a man who spoke zero English because mine broke down in the middle of our snorkeling adventure.

For our honeymoon, my husband and I went on a Caribbean cruise. Although I can easily call it the best vacation of my life, there were definitely some moments we could've done without. Like when my husband missed a spot on his upper lip while applying sunscreen and ended up with a giant Hitler-like mustache blister. Or getting lost in Mexico when the cab driver misunderstood our desired destination. Or forgetting our bag filled with our formal wear. We felt like jerks in shorts when other people had on tuxes and ball gowns.

Before we got married, we took a little getaway to Ocean City, Md. We were in heaven until we realized we had forgotten towels. It didn't seem like a big deal because there were a million stores filled with towels of every imaginable design and color. But the ones we picked, when wet, bled bright blue and red dye all over our skin, our clothes and our stuff.

Then there are the little things like when I locked my keys in the car on a road trip in Massachusetts. Or when the border patrol agent in Canada apparently thought I looked suspicious and emptied my entire car, including the contents of every suitcase onto the road. Or when I ended up staying in a gritty, disgusting motel when trying to be spontaneous and not make reservations.

But even though those things were nightmares at the time, looking back I guess that's what vacation is all about. Experiencing something new and having funny stories to tell -- good and bad.

I can't wait to see what this one brings. Just hopefully not a flat.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A little lace

Thought some of you would want to check out my latest (massively time-consuming) project. I just launched a new division of my photography business called Black Lace Images. Let me know what you think!


Singing the alphabet:

"A B C D E F G ... H I J K elbow and a P"

Friday, June 18, 2010

Quick update

Took Allison out for 2.5-year-old pictures a few days ago. You can see them here.

Business is booming. So much for that "I'll have more free time when I go part-time" stuff.

I'm loving life right now.

Oh! And did a great wedding a few weeks ago. Photos here.

Remember the naysayers? Fear will only hold you back. If you have a dream, chase it.

Miss you all.

Thursday, June 17, 2010


Alli: Daddy, I want something to drink.

Jer: I'm getting iced tea, so you can have a little.

Alli: Yeah! I want tea!

Me: How about some water?

Jer: You know what, Alli? This tea is really strong, so I'm going to add some water to make it taste better. We'll call it Twatter.

Me: TWATTER? Really? ... Didn't think that one through before you opened your mouth, did ya?