i'm a proud babysitter.

i know it's only been like a month now {how crazy am i for thinking it would take two i.t. guys less than a month to replace a hard drive....?} but i'm still computer-less... and this fisher price of a machine i'm working on spins and spins when it thinks about uploading photos... so i do it old school - or new age? - by downloading pictures from the web onto my incredible phone and then blogging through the bloggerdroid app.  clever, i know.  but i'm throwing pixels away right and left and it's making me crazy.

especially when i have something so pretty to blog about:

like bristyl and kyle's wedding PUBLISHED in latter-day bride mag!  hello!? famous. 

{see all the other pretty pictures here, here, and here. thankyoujulieparker!}

like... real, live, smooth, glossy photos.... printed with their beautiful faces.

she's not five anymore.  and i'm not 12.  but there's an allowable level of pride for the former resident babysitter.
after all, i taught her and her sisters everything classy about their life. 

like, how to stay out of forever 21 and dive into j.crew.

... and all other important life lessons.

by way of the wedding, the 28 year old former babysitter doesn't qualify as a bridesmaid... that's weird. save that for sisters and other like-aged friends.  and the mother of the bride position is well filled.... but surely there's a role in the wedding for me, the life-long-attached-to-the-family/been-a-part-of-every-life-event position. like...

director of typography 

  for the "just married" sign attached to the getaway car.... which, for being handmade and thrown together with a bunch of supplies from office max, looks pretty much amazing. {see here}.

i'm a proud former babysitter {and so much more!}

SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE when i read a facebook message from bristyl's little sister, announcing that she was going to be an AUNT in august.  double whaaaa!?

what's the former babysitter supposed to do now, huh?

i pick my jaw up off the floor, i sing and i dance with happiness and then i volunteer to THROW HER A BABY SHOWER.

... because, someone's gotta host the party... and there's no role more fit for the job than the former babysitter extraordinaire.

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