Save the dates? Save yourself.

Wedding madness continues to grip our little corner of the world.

Saturday was brunch with a group of friends and an oppurtunity to welcome one couple's first child to the group. Does this mean that we officially have a group mascot?

I held her twice for about 20 minutes a pop. She was a cute little tyke and I know that kids may not be to far from own future.

Poor kids, they're going to have to deal with a father even more immature than they are.

But first, the wedding, or at least the wedding planning.

After brunch we corralled one of the groomsmen (and his wife) to take a photo of us for our save the date cards (magnets?). And yes, we picked the coldest, windiest day of the year to do so. It's amazing how far your standards will plummet or how quickly you forget the little things (LIKE ACTUALLY CLOSELY INSPECTING THE PICTURE) when you're serious danger of frostbite.

But after a couple misstarts and some tragic trial and error we thought we actually had some decent material to play with. Until we got home and actually looked at it on the computer. That's when we found that out of the couple dozen photographs we took not one was a winner in the "save the date sweepstakes". There were uncomfortable looking poses and bad smiles (me), lighting issues (the world) and just some rather ho-hum shots.

S spent hours with the photographs, playing with lighting levels and trying to coax something printable from the pictures, but to no avail.

Now we have to find some time in our already complicated schedules to jam another photoshoot in.

Not cool. Pun absolutely intended.