Let's go on a picnik!

Picnik.com, that is.

Some of my favorite mommy-blogs are as much about the photos as they are about the actual text. I feel like I've not only watched these children grow up, but thanks to the richness of the photos their mommies have included on their blogs, I feel like I know them. These are more than just little snapshots - these are rich, deep photos that are so "alive" that you feel like you're there with them. I feel like I've been to Utah. I feel like I've spent days at the Isle of Capri. I haven't, of course, but I have enjoyed images of those savory spots, and I feel like I've felt the warmth of sweet baby cheeks coming through the computer screen.

And that brings us to Picnik.com. Joe sent me a link to yet another blog written my yet another mommy with yet another camera. I wasn't especially sucked in by this mommy's writing (am I a blog snob?), but I did appreciate the note from Joe that she uses the same camera we have and that she edits most of her photos with Picnik.

Oh, okay.

Neither of us were familiar with the site, but last week that changed.

Enter the wonderful world of super-easy photo editing:

Original cropped shot by Daddy

Picnik edit one... yummy, yummy color!

Retro Picnik edit two... how very '60s!

Yes, I'm trying not to punch my computer to learn Photoshop, but in the meantime, you can expect some way over-edited, picnik-ed images to grace this clunky ol' blog page!*

*Joe doesn't like my clunky ol' blog page, so maybe once I master Photoshop, I'll do something cooler.

Maybe.

Naming a blog is hard.

So yesterday I decided it was high time to start a blog of my very own.

I like lots of blogs. I laugh at plenty of blogs. I read several blogs each day (because really, who has time for all that book readin' when there's an Internet sitting literally in my lap!). Hell, my mom has two blogs. But I didn't have a blog to call my own.

Until now, that is!

I announced to Joe as we were walking out the door to get dinner last night that I was going to start a blog today, and that I needed a name. Great. This should be easy; he's a creative services director (read: He actually writes witty and compelling copy everyday. Well, he writes everyday. Roofing can only be so compelling, you know.) and I'm a marketing director. That's creative too, right?

Well.

Maybe it's because it was the end of the day, or maybe we're just not as smart as I thought we were. Either way, it's lucky our daughter isn't named Fart. (No, really, that was one of his suggestions for the blog name because every time I see it written out, I giggle. Fart. Ha!) Anyway, after some snarky back and forth and many cries of "there are no bad ideas in brainstorming!" we settled on something involving my married name: KOPP. No, not like "cop," like "cope." Clever, I know. And not at all confusing since it's so clear in its pronunciation.

And there you have it, I now have a blog. And it has a name. And I'm kopping with it. (Ooh... this is gonna be fun gang!)