A picture can be worth a thousand dollars

I have a feeling that for me one of the most challenging aspects of blogging will be coming up with titles for my entries.  I have been sitting here staring at the empty title box above trying to think of something clever for longer than I care to admit, so I am forcing myself to start writing and hoping something comes to me.

This morning I played hooky from work so that I could take Hannah to see Aunt Melissa (or Ms. Rendall, I should say) at school for her kindergarten class' Thanksgiving feast (which took place at 9:45, their actual lunch time, every day, seriously).  Even though one of her students asked me if I was Ms. Rendall's mother, I still enjoyed the outing.  Melissa's kids were so precious and sweet (even the ones that, through Melissa's stories, I have come to know as her bad ones) and they all were really interested in Hannah. They also seemed to really love Ms. Rendall.




Hannah and Ms. Rendall


Hannah looked adorable this morning.  She was wearing her new smocked angel dress that Aunt Melissa bought her at Nutcracker Market for the first time. About five minutes before we were to walk out the door, I heard Vilma say "poop everywhere."  Turns out, Hannah had a major blowout (not a rarity) and we had to change clothes.  I was planning to take a bunch of pictures with her in the dress with my good camera, but this single shot I took on the iphone will have to do.

Hannah, with Vilma, prior to her blowout

Before heading to work, I stopped to pick up portraits I had ordered from a sitting when Hannah was two months old.  They turned out absolutely beautifully.  When I handed over my credit card to order them six weeks ago, I was guilt-laden and shocked at the exorbitant prices.  My mom assured me that she had never regretted spending  money on pictures of us (they do still adorn my parents' house twenty to thirty years later).  After picking up the pictures today, I know she was right (hence the post title, which finally came to me, but admittedly is not so clever).  They are absolutely stunning.  The photographer does not sell digitals, period.  So I took a picture of one of the pictures on my phone, which of course doesn't really do the actual portrait justice.



I cannot wait to get some good pictures up around my office.  A few times a day I take breaks at work and just browse my Picasa albums with all of Hannah's pictures.  I am not sure I could make it through entire days away from her without this respite.