1. Pre-school! Ahhhh. . . The glorious silence on these days is such a soothing relief to my poor ears.
2. Sleeping babies, specifically mine. My youngest is sick from the two flu shots he received, so he is currently sound asleep.
3. Warm pets to snuggle me while I take advantage of this moment and post.

This pregnancy has been pretty smooth up until this week. I had the usual morning sickness… on past the beginning of the second trimester. Other than that I honestly have not had much time to think about being pregnant between chasing after a crazy little boy and our “eventful” fall season.
I started noticing my heart would randomly start pounding for no reason. This happened some in the beginning of my pregnancy but I thought it was due to my slightly low thyroid. This time the heart palpitations did not go away as quickly as before . I had some light headedness and one day had numbness and tightening in my left arm. I went to the doctor who refereed me to a cardiologist.
Long story short…. they want to monitor my heart over the next 30 days. I have this little heart monitor that I use to record my heart when I notice the pounding. Mark says it sounds like they are sending signals to the “mothership”. It does make this alien like noise : ) The cardiologist is concerned the my preeclampsia with Trey in addition to this pregnancy has weakened my heart. They are tracking everything to see if this is the case…. hopefully not! Hopefully its nothing! : )
We will see…. I am just glad Ella is okay and this does not directly affect her.
I have decided that some women are just designed to have babies… they have easy pregnancies and deliveries. I am NOT one of those women! My body does not do well carrying babies. It does not even know how to let them out… thus I have to have a C-section. Oh well… its okay… C-section babies have pretty heads : )

My mom and sister came down this week for a day and then took the boy back to Atlanta with them. It was the hardest thing in the world to send him to Atlanta without me but it was for the best. I got some rest and Mark and I enjoyed some time together. We both miss him like crazy though! We can hardly wait to go pick him up! He may wear me out but I think my heart will be better when I get the other half back!

Everything went great! She is laying transverse. She was actually facing the sonogram camera… that’s why her eyes look funny : )
She was not moving around as much as her older brother did during his ultrasound… hopefully a sign of a little more passive personality. All her anatomy checked out well. We got to see her heart, stomach, kidneys and bladder. We even got to see her brain… so amazing!
The ultrasound room was really neat. They had a 42″ TV hooked up so we could see the ultrasound monitor better. Trey kept pointing at the TV saying “Ball!”. I guess he was disappointed in our TV selection… silly boy!
I was very shocked to find out she was a girl! We went to Baby’s R Us afterward and saw so many cute little girl things! I can’t wait! I bought some girly fabric to make something for her. I am feeling crafty : )
Can’t wait to meet this sweet girl!

Is there anyone who doesn’t love the baby doll style of lingerie? I think not. Not only do the women who wear them absolutely adore the feel and look of them but they drive any red blooded man wild as well. I think it is the combination of a curvy woman’s body with the look of innocence that comes with the baby doll nightie. The design of this sexy nighttime apparel features support at the top with non-conforming loose and flowing fabric at the bottom. The baby doll style of lingerie has been around for close to 50 years now and a form of it was actually worn as beachwear during the 50s and 60s.

The design of this lingerie has evolved today into a very short nightie with more support at the top and a bottom that is even looser with many coming with matching thongs or panties. There is no shortage of colors as you can find these in a rainbow of colors as well as with many different fabrics and styles. You can find fabrics such as satin, silk, chiffon, or even sheer materials.

For most women the whole idea of buying lingerie is to get items that make them feel sexy and the baby doll nightie is one sure way to do it. If you want your man to view you as sexy then of course you need to feel sexy first for yourself. The colors you choose will depend on your build as well as your skin and hair color. Though many of the baby doll style nighties will come with panties you may want to pick up a couple of other styles to go along with the lingerie such as maybe a pair of the new boy cut underwear that you can put over a g-string to give your significant other another surprise!

The exact style of baby doll that you may choose will depend upon how conservative or open you are. Some women like theirs to be more revealing with a lot of sheer see through fabric and very little extras while other women may prefer to be more covered up with a lot of lace and ruffles. Some of the styles of this lingerie will feature sleeves while others will have only spaghetti straps. Of course the environment you are going to wear the outfit in will greatly dictate the type buy. If you will be wearing it out in the open without a robe over it around children then you will quite obviously not want a style that bears all.

(Great picture… I know… oh well : )

Les: hey, look – it’s monday again

Linds:  it seems to happen every week

Les:  it does, much to my chagrin

Linds:  and everyone’s, i suspect.  but here we are

Les:  yep.  at least we have bloggy fun to look forward to.

Linds:  that always helps

Les:  it does.  except i kinda haven’t written anything for tomorrow yet.  oopsie

Linds:  um, yeah.  you should get on that

Les: i really should.  any ideas?

Linds:  hm.  you could write more about rick bragg.  i like him

Les:  i like him too.  did you watch the vid i posted?

Linds:  um.  not yet.  things have been a little crazy, as you know

Les:  mmhm.  nice excuse.

Linds:  they have! and then i got sick.  plus the traveling

Les:  busy lid

Linds:  remind me to watch it this week

Les:  k

Linds:  or you could write about your visits to bookstores.  those are always epic.

Les:  i haven’t been in quite a while

Linds:  it’s probably about time

Les:  it is.  might have to stop on my way to my parents’ on friday.

Linds:  and then you’ll have stories to tell for next week!

Les:  woo

Linds:  maybe i’ll stop by a bookstore over the weekend.  to get ideas for my next creepy place visit, of course

Les:  of course

Linds:  though i think i’m going tomorrow anyway.  i need a new book on cd for the car

Les:  a new cheater book

Linds:  dude

Les:  it’s totally cheating!  even the baby says so!

Linds:  which, clearly, is the definition of fact

Les:  um, duh

Linds:  and once again i say: if books (unabridged, mind you) on cd are cheating, then reading a play rather than seeing it performed is cheating, and reading poetry rather than hearing it is too

Les:  i’m ok with that

Linds:  you’re insane

Les:  you can’t read lyrics and say you’ve heard a song.  this is totes the same, only backwards.

Linds:  but the medium changes significantly with music.  with books you’re still getting the words either way

Les:  but you’re not actually reading

Linds:  you realize we could argue this until our fingers cramp up, and we’d still disagree

Les:  i do

Linds:  just checking

Les:  arguing’s fun

Linds:  it is.  though the same argument over and over…

Les:  wanna argue about something else instead?

Linds:  maybe we can pick a new topic sometime soon

Les:  k.  if anyone has suggestions, let us know.

Linds:  and we’ll do our best to argue different sides.  we can’t promise anything, though

Les:  yeah.  we tend to agree on most things.  though i admit to sometimes disagreeing just to be contrary

Linds:  shock

Les:  gotta keep you on your toes

Linds:  right.  thanks for that

Les:  welcome!  all part of my job as your les

Linds:  mmhm.  is that in your contract and everything?  be sort of difficult?

Les:  as a matter of fact…

Linds:  why am i not surprised?

Les: 

Linds:  so, how’s your reading coming, then?

Les:  took the weekend off, actually

Linds:  huh

Les:  rescheduled reading time for napping time yesterday

Linds:  it happens

Les:  it does

Linds:  i did both on the plane

Les:  nice

Linds:  finished anne fadiman’s book of essays.  got through about half of the other book of essays i’m working on

Les:  good work

Linds:  i think i’m through 34 for the year now

Les:  excellent

Linds:  it’s a pretty good total.  we’ll see how far i get

Les:  i think i’ll keep track next year

Linds:  yay!  you should.  it’s fun to be able to look back over your list

Les:  i’ve been pretty good about keeping my wereads updated on facebook

Linds:  that helps

Les:  it does

Linds:  but i still like my list.  because i’m a nerd

Les:  for realz  (hee)

Linds:    i think that’s quite enough of you being contrary for one monday, wouldn’t you say?

Les:  oh, probably.  we should let the nice people get on with their day

Linds:  we can always come back and harass them on wednesday!

Les:  now that sounds like a plan.  until then, peeps.

Linds:  peeps?  really?

Les:  i can’t really pull that off, can i?

Linds:  um, no

Les:  damn

Linds:  but you were brave to try

Les:  thx

Linds:  say goodbye like a normal person, les

Les:  fine.  have a great week, everyone!

Linds:  and we’ll attempt greater sanity in the meantime.

It’s been a month since my last post and here are the highlights:

-Levi is grabbing at things now. Not all the time, but enough to make a difference. It’s so much fun to watch. The other night, I was laying next to him as he was getting sleepy. He was staring at my chin hair and began to reach for it. He kept feeling it and caressing it (I know, kinda gay). The thing was that he was realizing what he was doing and who he was doing it with. It actually made him sleepy. Even as he turned away, he kept playing with it. I think it’s a texture thing.

-He is growing at an enormous rate. He is in the 95 percentile for size at his age. He just turned 4 months old and he is now 18 pounds and 26 inches long. Even the doctor couldn’t believe it.

-Because of his size we’ve had to move on from his boppy pillow and bouncer. He’s just to big for them that he hangs out of them. So we recently acquired a motorized swing and a walker. The walker is cheap but we figured it be good for him to be standing up without our help. (Side note, he loves standing up more than anything.)

-He sleeps ALL through the night. Sometimes 9 hours worth. And when he wakes up, he doesn’t cry…he sings. Yes, he sits in his crib and sings. What a fun alarm clock.

-He has a facebook. He’s very popular.

-For Halloween, he’s going to be a Monkey. We found a cheap full body Monkey costume for him. He loves it. Even just for fun.

-He smiles all the time and laughs quite a bit.He’s a badass..

This is where I hang out most evenings. The baby just doesn’t want to come out. Can’t think why – weather’s lousy, house is a tip, and momma’s grumpy.

Most girls love being in a relationship. Having someone to come home to, take care of you and make you feel beautiful. Someone to love you. What’s not to like right? For me, relationships are all about sacrifices and they always have been.

At 21, there is still so much of the world I haven’t seen or experienced. It seems everytime I gain some independance and start making plans to do something only a single girl would be able to do (go away for a few months, work abroad for a year, basically anything to do with packing up and leaving the country for a long period of time), I fall into a relationship (yes “fall”, I’m never really “looking” I swear!) and find myself tied down once again.  It’s not that the guys I date limit my options forcefully, but it’s hard to keep that passion for travelling and exploring the world when there is one big giant reason for you to stay.

I was talking to The Baby the other day and he mentioned that his college inadvertently gave him a 2 month holiday starting next week (long story short, he got a free pass for some of his credits). He wants to travel with his time off and I so desperately wish I could go with him. He invited me to come along since he plans to travel a bit of Europe and of course all expenses minus my airfare would be on his parent’s dime.

If I were single, I would go in a heartbeat. Before The Boyfriend and I got serious, The Baby and I discussed going away together sometime in the summer, either to Vegas, the Caribbean or even just random road trips across the country. However in the two months that The Baby was travelling overseas in the summer, The Boyfriend and I became an established couple and when The Baby came back, we never went through with any of our plans.

It’s not so much that I want to go away with The Baby and hook up with him while we are on vacation together. Obviously us hooking up would most likely happen since we have always flirted with each other and I think there might always be a bit of sexual tension between us (Side Note: I can safely say as a taken girl that I am not attracted to The Baby at the moment and would never dream of ever cheating on The Boyfriend becase I love him and he is all I want, true story). However, with The Baby there is always that curiousity, that “what-if’ factor between us that never seems to be answered because he is either out of the country or I am in a relationship. Seriously, we’re never in the same country when I am single. It’s all fun and games though, neither of us ever cross that line (he is taken as well although it is a long-distance relationship) and we always keep everything between us very innocent.

This entry is turning into more of a post about The Baby when really I am just using him as an example of the many sacrifices we make when we are in a relationship. Admittedly, The Boyfriend is more possessive than pretty much all my other boyfriends which may be why I’m having such a tough time adjusting to the new “rules” that have magically appeared out of nowhere.

For one, The Boyfriend doesn’t want either of us going clubbing without the other. This poses a dilemma for me because The Best Friend and The Roommate both go clubbing a lot and the clubs that they frequent (which I used to frequent as well) have a certain crowd that The Boyfriend hates. This means I rarely get to see them because they both have busy schedules and it’s hard to find time during weeknights to get together. Case in point: I haven’t seen The Best Friend in at least 2, maybe 3 weeks and The Roommate and I had lunch on Saturday, but before that, I hadn’t seen her in a month and a half!

It was also established recently (by him, of course) that neither of us should hang out “1-on-1″ with members of the opposite sex. The Boyfriend doesn’t seem to have many girlfriends outside his main group of friends and he usually only sees them when everyone gets together so this rule is not a big sacrifice for him (minus the situation with His Ex, which we can get into later, but either way – I won that battle already). However, I do not have many friends who all hang out together. I would say I have about 10 close friends and almost always hang out with each of them individually. This consists of either coffee dates or after-work dinners. Needless to say, this new rule has placed a significant strain on my friendships with my guy friends and even “2-on-2″ hangouts make the Boyfriend uncomfortable (he thinks of them as “double dates”).

A part of me feels like he is asking too much, but to be fair, he doesn’t hold me to a differnt standard than the one he holds to himself. And sometimes, too much freedom is a bad thing in relationships. With The Perfect Ex, I literally had free reign over everything. I could go out as often as I pleased, hang out with whoever I wanted, and do whatever I liked, no questions asked. It got to a point where yes, it was nice to know he trusted my judgement and character but sometimees a little reminder that you CARE is always nice. Some of you might roll your eyes at me but it is just how I feel.

I suppose everyone has to make sacrifices when they are in relationships. Whether it is friendships with the opposite sex, independance, or even just free time to yourself (which I never feel I have enough of anymore, this can proven with my excruitiatingly long list of “To-Do” items). However, when you are in love, it all seems worth it. There’s nothing I would change about the way things are right now, in spite of my bitching and complaining.  I am so over-the-moon happy with The Boyfriendd and feel so lucky to have him. Apparently, my dreams/subconscious are trying to tell me differently, but I know how I really feel.. I think.

The Baby survived – Holy Maria!

Mr. High School. I was convinced I was in love with him for quite a few months. When I first transferred to my new school I only knew him as the guy every girl was in love with. Like actually, every girl. We became close friends and I harboured a secret crush on him that lasted for at least half of the school year until he began dating one of my close friends. Obviously, he has no idea I ever had feelings for him  and I never plan to reveal this to him, ever!  We were very close in high school, we would walk home together everyday and hang out every weekend. we went to different universities and lost touch for awhile but have gotten close again over the past year. Looking at the way he dresses (sweat pants and baggy tee uniform) and his way of speaking (constant slang), it is hard to picture him as a successful graduate of one of the best business schools in the country, with a well-rounded resume and an extremely focused and bright future ahead of him. He’s actually the closest guy in my life right now besides The Boyfriend, especially since I’ve had to cut quite a few of my guy friend out recently for various reasons. Inspite of my constant jokes about his disorderly appearance and references to his womanizing ways, I really hope we will stay friends for a long time.

 The BFF. We met in second year of university, I thought he was adorable and he was very attracted to me too. Unfortunately we never got a chance to see what would happen because the very next day I met the Perfect Ex and the rest is history. Over the years we became very close, always studying together at the library or meeting up for lunches and dinners every week. At different times we each had feelings for the other, but it never worked out because it never happened at the same time. The BFF is so much fun, he was always the type to joke around and bust on other people for fun (never in a mean way obviously, just in the “i’ll make you laugh at yourself” sort of way). For a few months after I graduated university, we became a lot closer than ever before. I would go watch his games every weekend and we would go eat and watch movies togther and we would talk for hours every single day. I kind of suspected that he was developing feelings for me again, but before anything could happen, I met The Boyfriend and again, the rest is history. Funny how things go. Anyways, we got into a fight not too long after that and stopped talking completely for a few months until a couple weeks ago when he randomly messaged me out of the blue. We chatted for about an hour and caught up with each other’s lives. Turns out he is in a relationship now, his first one ever in fact (quite a late bloomer at the age of 22, wouldn’t you say?). I feel like the chapter of our best-friendship has ended, the connection and closeness is gone for good. However, he was a big part of my life for a long time and I hope he considers me a big part of his as well.

The Baby. Isn’t it funny how some people have a way of staying in your life. I met him when we were 11 or 12. Developed an instant crush on him, although I think he was the one who expressed interest first. It was a typical summer camp romance. Even though he lived only 20 minutes away, when you are that young, it might as well be 20 hours. We saw each other for two consecutive summers at that one-week sleepover camp and kept in touch via IM throughout the year. Nothing ever developed, we had innocent little flings (read: hand holding and closed-mouthed kisses) and then simply went our spearate ways when high school started. Fast forward a few years and for some unknown reason he managed to stay in my life, however sporadically. Our communication comes and goes, sometimes we’ll talk everyday for a month, other times I can go weeks without hearing from him. He lives a charmed life, free of responsibility and obligations. His parents are diplomats, and he hasn’t lived with them, since he was very young. He drops in and out of schools and moves from country to country, depending on where he feels like living at the moment. Currently, he is grounded in our hometown for two years as he attends culinary school, although who knows how long that will last. It’s funny because when we were younger, I was literally OBSESSED with this guy. Apparently I had difficulty restraining my emotions back then, thankfully that is no longer the case. Anyhow, as life would have it, he’s actually heard of the Boyfriend before as they have plenty of mutual friends (we live in a very large city so it’s not common for this type of thing to happen). We chat about once a week now and he constantly flirts with me, calling me “babe” and the love of his life. He is obviously joking as he has a serious girlfriend who he has been dating for the past 3 years, although she lives in Asia while he is residing in North America at the moment. I am definitely over him in every way (come on, I was 12) but it does amuse me that out of everyone that has been in my life, he is one of the few that managed to stay.

Trying to find socks for a baby is actually very tricky. Who knew? It’s either one nice pair for a small fortune, or five pairs that look less than appealing with a distinct lack of elastic. Because one thing I do know, is that babies don’t like to keep their socks on their feet.

I’m talking four different shops here. Not one of them with the right kind of socks.

And in each shop the check out lady – what? I didn’t say I wasn’t open to buying other stuff instead of socks; the urge to spend must be pacified – asked me when I was due. So I must look quite pregnant. With two weeks to go, I should hope so.

I can’t even reach down to put on my own socks……

It’s a beautiful day here. No rain and bright skies, although I don’t think I’d call it warm. I’d love to take advantage and go for a walk down to the river (current pregnant woman pace about 20 minutes to the Thames, ordinarily a 10 minute stroll). I’m less keen on the idea of doing some work in the garden to tidy up, but even that is almost tempting.

Instead, I’m finishing some work and waiting for deliveries.

So far, only the groceries have turned up. Minus three things, but at least they didn’t try to substitute with wildly inappropriate things. The driver was telling me that he did a delivery last week where the store shoppers had tried to substitute dog food with pizza. Ignoring the fact that I can’t believe any reasonable sized supermarket doesn’t have any dog food in stock, that’s a wild stab at substitution!

All of which just leaves me waiting for the veggies, the rocking chair, and I guess the baby itself. I wouldn’t be at all upset if that decided to come sometime soon.

Les: morning, everyone! today’s kind of a big day for us.

Linds: it is!

Les: we’re being brave

Linds: yep. we’ve done a whole lot of warm up blogging now. and you all have been nice enough to read it.

Les: and we appreciate it so very much.

Linds: we do.  thanks!

Les: a lot! especially to those of you who’ve commented and given suggestions the last few weeks.

Linds: we feel much more prepared to share our deep thoughts with the rest of the world now.

Les: yep

Linds: and we’ve decided today’s the day!

Les: brave woo!

Linds:

Les: so hi to all the new people

Linds: and feel free to tell your friends about us

Les: and to link back to us if you have a blog of your own

Linds: we like making new friends – particularly the kind who like books as much as we do

Les: we do, it’s true

Linds: and we hope we keep entertaining you at least as much as we have so far.  speaking of, we should probably talk about books, huh?

Les: probably.  oh! i finished bel canto!

Linds: ooooh!  what did you think?

Les: i didn’t want it to end.  it’s no wonder it’s considered her best work

Linds: now i really have to read it

Les: i’ll send it to you

Linds: k woo.  then i can start it after i finish northanger abbey.  i hate to disappoint baby, the, but i don’t love it as much as her others.  might be because my last one was persuasion.  i <3 persuasion

Les: i know you do

Linds: but i’m trying.  maybe the second half will be more compelling?

Les: hopefully so.  i haven’t read either yet

Linds: dude.  you need to read persuasion, at least.  have you started a new book yet?

Les: yep.  another ann patchett.  because i couldn’t help myself. the patron saint of liars. only about twenty pages in, but it’s great so far.

Linds: i’m shaking my head at you.  way to branch out

Les: leave me alone, brat

Linds: what fun would that be?

Les: it’s your fault i love her so much

Linds: oh.  right.  still.  you = predictable

Les: duh

Linds: maybe one day you’ll read that book i sent you.  but i promise not to hold my breath

Les: good. cause even though you look good in blue, i’m not sure you’d look as good blue.

Linds: probably not.  i’m a fan of oxygen

Les: yes. woo.

Linds: i’d ask about how the festival of books was, but i have a sneaking suspicion we’ll hear more about that tomorrow

Les: that’s the plan, assuming i’m left alone long enough to finish my post.  i even took a short vid of rick’s presentation!  haven’t watched it yet, though.  i kinda suck at video, so we’ll have to see if it’s postable

Linds: i’m sure it will be. and that gives us something to look forward to tomorrow!

Les: yep.  btw, ali, are you gonna be around in case i need vid posting assistance?

Linds: and have you gotten your creepy place card yet, missy?

Les: would you stop encouraging her with the creepy place?

Linds: dude, not everyone is as weird as you are

Les: hey now!

Linds: some of us can actually handle reading books other people have touched

Les: shudder

Linds: right.  that’s what i thought

and on that note, everyone think quiet, productive, non-creepy place thoughts for les.  and check back tomorrow for an awesome post about the southern festival of books

Les: gee, no pressure there, lid

Linds: nope, none at all

Les: kthx

Linds: i’m just here for encouragement

Les: oh. right. i wondered.

Linds: hey!  i’m useful for more than that

Les: i know

Linds: k good.  i also write occasionally amusing and/or insightful things.  if you’re new to the blog, we encourage you to go look around. then you can decide for yourself.

Les: yep. and let us know what you think.  oh! and you should totes follow us on twitter.

Linds: that way we can keep you updated

Les: and amused succinctly. unlike here.  where we tend to ramble a bit

Linds: yes. just a touch with the rambling

Les: we should stop that. at least for today.

Linds: until tomorrow, everyone!

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One of the strangest confessions I’ve ever had to make:

I’m not totally enjoying shopping for the baby.

It’s not that I haven’t got a buzz from one or two of the things that are in the new nursery, and I do enjoy the window shopping aspect. Browsing for baby paraphernalia is a very pleasurable way to pass hours and hours. It’s the actual committing to one particular item which causes my pulse to race in an uncomfortable manner.

It seems wrong to be choosing clothes and colour schemes for a person who’s not really here yet. How can we know which sleepsuit will look better until we actually see the baby? How can we decide what baby will need until we all make formal acquaintance? What if we pick an expensive piece of furniture we end up not using, and really hate when we get home?

I was in Kingston for a good couple of hours this morning and added two cot sheets (currently drying on the line), a swaddle blanket and a travel black out blind to the list of things we have for the baby. The problem is that list of things we don’t have seems to be growing faster even than my belly. Currently this poor baby has precisely two sheets for each of its sleeping places, two blankets in total, three bodysuits, five sleepsuits, three hats, two bibs, a t-shirt, a sweater, a pair of socks and a ‘going home outfit’ – hand-picked by Daddy! With even the limited knowledge I have of babies, I know this won’t last us very long.

Chloe is now 3 months old! Her newest tricks involve laughing (well, it sort of is a cross between a laugh and a grunt…we will try to get it on video soon) and she is also starting to figure out how to roll from her tummy to her back.  I was able to catch it play-by-play on film yesterday:)  P.S – are these the cutest shorts you have ever seen or what!?  (Thanks Ann!!)

Chloe eyes the playing field and strategizes her next move…

Step one: tuck the right shoulder in while getting leverage with the left arm.

Step two: begin pumping the left leg for momentum.

Step three: Swing back the head and find a focus point on the ceiling….and take a breath…you are almost there…

Step four: synchronize the rotation of the shoulder and hips while still looking cute.

Mission accomplished!  Now stay cool…look at mom like you don’t know what all the fuss is about.

Chloe: “Ok mom, I rolled over,  will you put that camera down now?”

Up to this point, there was little proof that I am actually Chloe’s mom. haha.  I tend to be the one behind the camera so I wanted to make sure that time didn’t pass too quickly before Chloe and I got a few minutes together in front of the camera.  So, on Thursday morning we set up a little shoot in the guest bedroom.  I got everything all set up with the camera and then handed it to Graham to snap a few pictures of his ladies:)