I'm still trying to recover from our long weekend. All last week we prayed for good weather, because Tanya and I (with Nick in tow) were venturing out to Meaford to do our annual Tutu's in the Park. God must have listened because the rain stayed away, but it was overcast, which was fantastic for our pictures.

The morning light was all over the place, but the afternoon light was perfect, and we got some great shots. This is one of my faves...(though he's not in a tutu lol)

Sunday was spent recovering from Saturday, and then the evening was dedicated to Lost. Now, I'm going to save this post for another time when I can wrap my head around the finale. I'm still kinda in shock. I loved the finale for many reasons. I do feel a bit frustrated with it, but more frustrated with "across the sea" episode than the finale. I've never cried so hard at a TV show finale before. I thought it was lovely, moving, emotional and beautiful all at the same time. But as for my frustration I'll blog about that later.

Monday Tanya and I had a newborn shoot in the morning, and then Nick Nevaeh and I spent the aftneroon in my parents pool. Who'd have thought May 24 we could go swimming!!

Monday night Nevaeh was awake almost every hour on the hour screaming, which resulted in me having one of the worst headache's ever yesterday. Then last night she was up till around 3am screaming. No idea why. No fever, not really a cold. It's getting very frustrating, this lack of sleep.

I slept most of today, and now have to work for the night to catch up on what I didn't do today. Lovely. Oh, and attend a soccer game.

I need more hours in a day.