I CAN STILL HEAR YOU.

Remember the March of Babies? How I (well, YOU, really) raised the most money and thus won a session with photographer Mandy Birdwell? Well, last month, we had that session, and the pictures turned out beautifully:
Mandy Birdwell Session
Don’t we look fancy? Nerd-fancy, I mean. We beam at Simone through our powerfully corrected vision! Mandy, the photographer, was delightful, and I am thinking we will make this a yearly tradition. You can see a few more of the photos from that day here.

Now, I want to you imagine that I have been asked to blog about a topic for another website. What topic would you regard as the LEAST LIKELY, given what you know about me? Other than “My life as a fruitful member of the QuiverFull movement,” say.
I am going to tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh. You can smile a little to yourself, maybe, but no guffaws, giggles, or squeals of disbelief. Ready? Ok.
I will be writing over at Lemondrop about…
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Exercise.

Stop it. You promised! No laughing! Please. Get ahold of yourselves. I mean it, now.

My first post went up today, and there will be another one in two weeks. You will notice the slightly odd bio picture, which I snapped in my bathroom mirror at the last minute.
“You don’t look like an exerciser,” Scott said when he saw it, “I think it’s the bangs.” I am not sure what that means, I assume that he would have preferred a shot in which I am wearing some sort of terrycloth headband.
For my next post I am trying the Couch to 5k, inspired by the lovely Pru, who wrote about it some time ago, and—are you STILL laughing?
Fine. That’s it. I’ll be back when you’ve pulled yourselves together.