All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages

First blog post folks! Here goes nothing....

First of all lets just get this clear...I AM NOT A STAGE MOM...I never have been, and never will be. That being said the bug has his first headhsots tomorrow afternoon :) Some people huff at the fact that I am working freelance with a talent agent for my son, some are totally on board. I would like to hope anyone that knows bug also knows his (other) nickname is Hamlet because he knows how to play a crowd. I also like to think that I have a leg up in this whole situation considering I have been in the industry basically since I was a child.
So tomorrow we go for headshots...that's right...WE. Apparently pregnant gals are a hot commodity, enough so to get a free photo session. I was not at all looking for representation myself when we set up everything with Bug, but the minute they found out I was expecting another it was stupid not to go with it. I thought "Sure! The worst that happens is some companies get a photo of a pregnant lady that she in no way shape or form paid for, and throw them in the trash". Well jokes on me because I already got a call for a go see without anyone seeing my picture! Yikes! Who knew!? With my luck I will be the new spokesmodle for a hands free breast pump or some sort of stretch mark cream (which I have none of...thank you very much Palmer's cocoa butter).
So to prep for his glamor shots Bug decided to wedge his head between the floor and refrigerator door handle this morning leaving a huge scratch on his face. Speaking of faces mine looks like I'm a 14 year old boy on a pizza diet going through puberty.
This should be interesting.

*Tittle quote-William Shakespeare