Next week, SELF Magazine is flying us to New York City for a photo shoot to go along with the piece they are doing on us.
What piece, you say? The piece I was interviewed for a week or so after my little speech at the Capitol. This guy contacted me and subsequently interviewed me over the phone. It was a conversation that my little darlings interrupted with shrieks and sobs about 10 times. That is to say, a VERY professional interview on my part, I'm sure. Much like the one I gave a couple months ago that was interrupted by BubTar shouting, "Moooom! Come wipe my BUUUUUUTT!" At least this one steered clear of potty talk.
Last Monday I missed a phone call, while I was doing something glamorous like changing a dirty diaper, and when I checked the message, I was shocked to hear the senior photo editor from SELF say "We want to fly you to New York for a photo shoot in the next few weeks!". Crazy, right? We've been nailing down the specifics since then, but I figured it was time to let the cat out of the bag.
We're going to New York next week...for a photo shoot! We have officially entered the Twilight Zone.
PS: Forthcoming post about how terrified I am about flying with KayTar, the little dear who has episodes every time we enter an airport and who also is in an incredibly difficult behavioral stage...but for now, we can just forget about that and be excited. SQUEE! and all of that good stuff.