Someone did all the work for me.
And it was fantastic! When Katie came to visit with her best friend Tracey, I assumed she’d bring her camera and do all the work, and by golly, she did.
I personally think that what she wrote was super special, too.
Some of the comments on it are as follows:
My mom: “OMG, I love this! And not just because I’m Cassie’s mom (and thank you for acknowledging that I am not a woman of ill repute who has no idea who my children’s fathers are…LOL). Next time you’re in town, I get to meet you :)”
I am so incredibly jealous. Looks like you guys had an amazing time and I’m putting that bakery on my list of places I must visit while I’m there.
Amazing photos. I especially love the ones of the kids piling on top of Matt and the ketchup bottle dinosaur.
Also, Cassie looks like she’s using her mom discipline face in her beauty shot.”
Bluz: “Katie, While I already had a good sense about Cassie and her awesomeness, I have to say that this post is put together absolutely brilliantly. Great pictures, great story, great city, great family.”
Doesn’t that alone make you want to read?! Sure does for me. And my ego is now too large to fit through the door.
My input on the whole visit was, Katie’s voice was higher and sweeter than I thought it would be. She was taller than I thought she’d be and she was so super nice I seriously thought, for a milisecond, she was an imposter. No, seriously. She was so super cool. Her friend Tracey was neat, too, because she put up with me. That’s no easy task, mind you. Especially if you don’t know me to begin with.
I mean, you might just assume I’m a crazy teenaged mother with no ambition to work and have no idea who the hell my father is.
For the record, I’m 95% sure who my father is.
Go head on over to Katie Ett’s blog: Unapologetically Mundane. Leave her a comment. Tell her I sent ya.
Or at the very least enjoy the awesome photos.