Tara is crawling so fast now, and I swear she just started about a week ago. And she's not happy unless she's getting into something or flying across the room to pick up a leaf/dust/string. She says, "Baba," and, "Dada," now.
I started applying to photography jobs, and there aren't many positions out there. Fortunately some are what I'm looking for. I've worked in such strange fields that there aren't many decent jobs out there. Sleep Tech? No. SEO website coder? No. I'm just going to stick to what I'm good at. Matt has had better luck finding things, and he is supposed to take his pharmacy certification test sometime this week.
In a perfect world people would start paying me for photoshoots so I can do what I love and not have to worry about money.
