31 days of 2012 - Day 23

Could there be more fun? I think not.

31 days of 2012 - Day 22

 Endless walking

31 days of 2012 - Day 21

Curious kids are the best!

31 days of 2012 - Day 20

Muir Woods, CA. August 2012.

If a tree falls in the woods, how many times does your baby throw up?

31 days of 2012 - Day 19

Rt. 1, California. August 2012.

Remember when Zoe puked in the car during this beautiful drive? I do.

31 days of 2012 - Day 18

Muir Woods. August 2012.

Being a florist

Sometimes I like to do wedding things. Creative and fun wedding things. Like decor and flowers and photography. I told you all about the time I became a wedding planner. I have also photographed a friend's wedding before and maybe I'll even tell you about that some time. But this is about the time I became a florist.

The bride was interested in succulents and deep purple dahlias. Here was a picture she sent me a year before the wedding of her brainchild.

It started with a trip to the San Francisco flower mart, which is the coolest.

Here is the bride walking away with all her goodies.

I swore that the next time I made wedding flowers I would take a ton of progress pictures in order to show how to actually make them. Guess what? It's really hard to take pictures and hold flowers at the same time.

So this is what you get. Deal with it.

Bouquet making chaos!

Bridesmaid's bouquets

Bride's bouquet

Corsages 

The boutonnieres were awesome, but I don't have any real pictures.

  To this day I don't actually know how to spell the word boutonniere. 

Auto correct often thinks I am talking about tambourines.

The leftover flowers made a nice little flower arrangement and were used to decorate the cake

 

 After the wedding I lined all the bouquets up on the ledge behind the bride and groom.

I had nothing to do with these, but aren't they cool? Nice job Andrea and Justin.

How long does it take me to edit 400+ pictures from San Francisco?

Apparently one month.

The worst, best trip

Oh San Francisco. Thanks for being the hardest trip we've taken in Zoe's 14 month existence. Do I need to remind you that we have flown this child on a 10 hour trans-Atlantic flight, done a 7-hour time change for only a week, and driven on a 1600 mile road trip?

But this trip to San Fran has all three of us in tears and saying we will never fly anywhere with the baby ever again.

No time soon at least. Right now we're baby shell-shocked. Parents know what this means. When you listen to your child cry and scream all day; even after they calm down, every noise they make terrifies you.

You think a coo is going to turn into an hour of screaming, a cough sends you into a panic. You hear phantom babies crying all over the place.

One time, Yannos accused me of only posting pictures of Zoe when she is adorably happy. This will not be one of those times. The truth is she is a pretty happy baby. Not that anyone on our 4 flights or in the state of California would believe that sentence.


Exhibit A

She spent most of the trip rolling around on the ground screaming. If not that, she was following Yannos around throwing things at him. Notice, I didn't include myself. I was off gallivanting with the bride doing fun wedding related things.

But Yannos, poor Yannos, was stuck with this...

Even when not crying, she never really looked that happy

Oh back to crying

Actually, that one isn't really fair. Apparently the baby gets carsick on winding mountain roads. She puked all over the place. I had no change of clothes for her and nothing to clean it up with. So, instead of enjoying this view off of Rt. 1

I was shoveling grape and potato puke out of the car with my hands. It was awesome. At least this time, she didn't throw up as a direct result of something I did to her.

Yannos couldn't even attend the wedding we flew to the west coast for. He had to sit in the hallway because of our crazy screaming baby.

See that patented Zoe back arch? Sums up the whole trip.