Friday, December 9, 2011

Before and After Kids: A Photographic Journey

Life changes drastically after you have kids. So I created a little photo essay on all the ways it is different.


Sexy Time: Before

Let's have a bottle of wine and enjoy a nice, long evening together.




Sexy Time: After


Hurry up. I think the kids are asleep.



Big Night Out: BeforeLet's go out and get a mojito! Or five! WOOOO HOOO, Hooker!!

Big Night Out: After

I went to Target all by myself. It was magical.


Music: Before

If it's too loud than you're too old.


Music: After
If you wake up the baby SO HELP ME GOD it will be the last thing you ever do.



Music in the Car: Before

H to tha muthafunkin IZZO



Music in the Car: After

Fruit Salad. Sigh... Yummy yummy.


Ultimate Fantasy: Before

A night alone with Daniel Craig.


Ultimate Fantasy: After

A night alone with eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Leave me alone and go ask your father.


If you want to see the rest of this totally awesome slideshow (there's a lot more) - click on over to Babble.com and check it out.


I'm really super duper sorry for not writing you a whole post, we're still a little busy with the Helping Hookers Christmas Project.

xo, Lydia













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21 comments:

  1. I love you, guys.

    I feel so less alone with you guys.

    xo

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  2. So true!! And, sadly I think I miss the sleep the most...lol!!

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  3. OMG. What is wrong with that purple Wiggle's head? I am petrified.

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  4. Sleep. I'd have nasty sex with just about anyone for a decent night's sleep. Used to be I'd have nasty sex only with a guy that I really, really wanted to like me. I've come so far.

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  5. Bwahahaha. Fruit salad. Freaking Wiggles. It's just so true.

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  6. Don't be sorry! What you are doing is wonderful!!

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  7. The shopping trip alone to Target truly is a blessing. I would feel sad about admitting that it's one of my biggest thrills, but since I'm not alone, it's OK. Thanks, y'all.

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  8. Best part? Speed Hump Photo Credit: Lydia.

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  9. Ah, so true. I willingly do all of the grocery shopping just to GET OUT of the friggin house without the two midgets following me. I haven't given up my car music, though...you'd be amazed at the lyrics they remember. :-/

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  10. Whenever my husband is alone with the kids he blasts something inappropriate, like(unedited) Jay Z. (I think he's just grasping onto whatever he can of our pre-kid life.) But uuuuh, honey, do you not hear the lyrics?? Thanks to you, our daughter is the kid at library story hour singing "I got 99 problems but a b!tch ain't one..."

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  11. Now hook away, hook away, hook away all!!!

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  12. It is sad when you are alone and you catch yourself sing the tunes to Wonder Pets or Clifford the Big Red Dog not Lady Gaga or Snoop Dog anymore...lol.

    But it is more than worth it to have those little turds of mine. Wonder Pets, Wonder Pets we're on our way...

    Now you will be singing it in your head all day. Ha!

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  13. LOVE IT-and the Wiggles...ugh...I refuse on the grounds that I've already lost too many brain cells from lack of sleep and proper nutrition!

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  14. So true about Target! Unfortunately I didn't have time to go to Target by myself last night after I witnessed a woman jump the median and total her car while also going to Target. I played good Samaritan and help her out instead. Maybe my husband will be nice and let me go to Target by myself tonight.

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  15. This was HYSTERICAL! The Target and Wiggles references sadly ring true...

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  16. I got 99 problems but the damn ass Wiggles ain't one.

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  17. So true...although I'm a redneck, so it's Wal-Mart I venture to on those rare shopping trips alone, and my "before" music is Metallica.

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  18. That's pretty much what I look like when I am at Target by myself. That sheer, giddy joy.

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