twelve. ten. twelve.

And another month rolls around with barely a word from these parts. I've been consumed with other things. Like not Christmas shopping. Not exercising. Not eating right. Oh, and not blogging. Good thing I'm committed to these Ten on Ten posts. Or there'd be nothing but crickets around here.

We all managed to survive Nutcracker season. The ballerinas much more so than me, I must say. I am down with some type of sickness. That just doesn't want to give up. I thought I was at the tail end of it, but I guess spending two weeks in a theater holding countless germy little hands just before they puke into the trash can is not the best ounce of prevention. But it's all good.

I also started an online film photography class last week. It is fantastic! And I can't wait for my film to arrive so I can dive in and try out my dad's old cameras. I hope to post more about that soon. I think I'm onto something. Something that I knew was missing. But am just starting to figure out what it was. I know that sounds totally vague. But it's exciting.

OK...onto my day. Ten photos. Over Ten hours. On the tenth day. A boring sick day. I barely left the house. And I can't wait to crawl into bed as soon as I hit "Submit."

sleepy heads...

BB, don't go...

living room chaos...

watching over us...

chocolate eggs...finally!

and they taste goooooood....

afternoon siesta...

after school snack...

dance pickup...

night, night...

To see what others were up to today, take a peek over here.