addiction

I have a serious problem. I am severely addicted to photobooths. Not in the sense that I actively seek them out daily to get my fix, but more so in the matter of not being able to pass one by without jumping in for a series of shots (the photographic kind).

At a recent wedding for 2 amazing people, a photobooth (dubbed the "pogobooth") was set up by their talented photographers from Pogo Photo . As soon as I realized what was being set up, I was drawn right to it like a fly to a florescent light.

In quite an embarrassing result, a good bulk of the photos from the booth are of me...and me and my husband...and me and my buddy mar...you get the picture. Let me shed some light on the subject:

Truly terrifying. I think I may need an intervention.

top 5 mommy moments of the moment

On multiple occasions in the past week or so, I have hit some milestones in raising my children that would make any mom feel accomplished.

Here are my recent top 5:

5. I received my first family portrait drawn by my 4 year old. We must be well fed as we are all pleasantly plump and are sporting rather large smiles. This is definitely getting framed for future observation.

4. A love for music has officially been instilled in my little ones....and not just kiddie music...I am talking all kinds (rock, musicals, classical, oldies...the list goes on). The proof that it has stuck is a double edge sword as they tend to kick and scream if I turn the music down or off in the car, and don't stop until I turn the tunes back on. We also had a whole weekend go by where cartoons were not asked to be put on once in the morning during music time!

3. This one was a mommy/daddy moment, as the hubs and I both work on developing it. For the first time ever since we tell him daily how much his little brother should mean to him, Jonas came up to Dylan, placed a blanket around him, and promised me that he would always protect his brother. (hearts feel free to melt)

2. Jonas completed his first season of Little Kickers. If you aren't sure what that is, then let me explain. It's basically a soccer league for 3-4 year olds where instead of playing against each other, they get to kick the ball around willy nilly while sporting mini cleats and oversized shin guards. In one word...adorable. But the coolest part for me...I AM OFFICIALLY A SOCCER MOM! (minus the astro van and high waisted jeans)

1. I removed the first ever splinter to pierce my poor child's skin. I noticed the little menace as I was tickling my kid's tootsies and felt a little bump on the bottom of his foot. Of course, the minute I exclaimed it was there and that it would have to be removed the crying began. I reassured my little one that it was for the better that the splinter came out, and that he would just have to sit still on Daddy's lap...so he gave a small nod and complied. I have to say, I was a bit nervous that I wouldn't be able to get it out efficiently...but low and behold the power of a mother saving her child from infection prevailed! I still am rather proud of myself for such a clean splinter removal...and of Jonas for sitting so still while I saved his foot.