My Weekend in Photos

Saturday morning, Emerson was all about me being her playmate. She usually likes to play by herself with her kitchen or dollhouse, but this day she wanted us thigh to thigh playing with “Tigger,” “Dora,” and “Orange” in her dollhouse.


Secretly glad she is back into loving her dollhouse because for Christmas we are getting her this one. It is going to blow her mind!

When my husband got back from teaching yoga, we started prepping the house for a photo shoot. At this time of year, my husband often does portrait sessions in our house for holiday cards and such. We slide the dining table into a corner, hide things like dog beds and trikes under it and have enough room for a backdrop. Since we had it set up, I thought we could maybe get a picture of Emerson for our own holiday card. This was the result: 255D f11ed127 a988 e234 991c 74b1dbab9f08

We tried putting a Santa hat on her but she wasn't having it. My husband was very quick on the trigger, but it was still near impossible to get a decent picture of her for our cards! Near impossible, but not entirely so – we got a cute one of her laughing that we plan on using!

The portrait session was for a family we are friends with, so after their shoot they all stayed to hang out and have dinner. We all got up early, E didn't have a nap, so we were all tuckered out at the end of the day. E usually is in bed by 8, Saturday night she was “night night” by 7 and we were upstairs in bed by 8:15. Such wild and crazy folks!


Sunday, I had “Estrogen Brunch” with my girl friends. We went to a local diner, all huddled into a corner booth and caught up over coffee, eggs, and for me a Greek salad.


Sunday evening, my mom, sister, Emerson, and I met up with my paternal cousin for dinner. He used to live in the Baltimore area but recently moved down south. He was in town for an event so we got to catch up and grab a bite together.


Emerson and I entertained ourselves by making ourselves have blue tongues!

How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun or exciting?

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  1. December 13, 2011 / 11:39 pm

    LOL I didn’t realize what you wrote! A work ‘do’ at a winery is far nicer than having to ‘do’ work at a winery! 🙂

  2. Eleanorjane
    December 13, 2011 / 10:47 pm

    ‘Do’ as in ‘party/ event’ (Do you guys say that?)

  3. December 13, 2011 / 1:28 pm

    I know, right? She was playing with an 18-month old at the restaurant on Sunday night.  The mom of the baby asked me when a child goes from looking like a baby to looking like a child. I said you don’t realize until you see her with a younger child. She’s a full little person!

  4. December 13, 2011 / 10:28 am

    **My sister and I have always been different shapes. She’s at least three inches taller and has always been usually a size larger as a result. I was a 16 before I started Weight Watchers, now I am a 12 petite (and sometimes can wiggle into a 10). 🙂

  5. Nicolle
    December 13, 2011 / 8:52 am

    Alison, you and your sister are so gorgeous and similar !  I’m wondering if you were a similar weight before you focused on your health ?  You are looking so slim now and some photos aren’t able to do justice to how much weight you have lost (I’ve been reading for well over a year now). 
    Nicolle in Australia

  6. Eleanorjane
    December 13, 2011 / 5:49 am

    I had a busy weekend – this time of year it’s back to back social events plus trying to get Christmas shopping done. But there were fun things – my husband’s work do at a winery was quite nice. 🙂

  7. December 13, 2011 / 1:44 am

    Look at that amazing beautiful face, Emerson has gotten so big, where did the time go?

  8. David Scales
    December 13, 2011 / 1:42 am

    Look at that amazing beautiful face, Emerson has gotten so big, where did the time go?

  9. N. L.
    December 13, 2011 / 12:05 am

    Sounds like you had a wonderful weekend.

  10. December 12, 2011 / 8:53 pm

    I went to a modern dance performance at a local college, a guy that I work with was dancing & I have not seen modern dance since *I* was in college!

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