I really enjoy taking pictures. Whenever there is an occasion (like Easter) to look nice I try to make myself presentable. I prefer to be photographed looking less like a harried mother who has not slept through the night on a regular basis since 2008. So I put on makeup, ask Chicken to straighten my hair, and smile appropriately at the camera. Then I have to put the camera into someone’s hand. At this point I have to give the camera to Chicken, because Adam cannot take a picture. If I happen to be near Egg or Coop, Adam tries to get them to smile for the picture.
DEAR HUSBAND: PLEASE UNDERSTAND HOW CAMERAS WORK. IF THE CHILD IS GRINNING AT YOU, AND THE CAMERA IS NOT IN YOUR HANDS, THE CHILD IS NOT GRINNING AT THE CAMERA. DEAR MOTHER: THIS GOES FOR YOU, TOO.
I’m sorry about all the ALL CAPS style screaming, but holy fuckballs. Taking a semi-decent picture is not hard. WHY CAN’T THEY FIGURE THIS OUT?! So I have a picture horribly out of focus, with Adam doing a photobomb as he attempts to get Coop to smile. At him. Not at the camera. See how cute I am? THAT IS THE POINT OF THE PICTURE. LOOK CUTE. ATTEMPT TO LOOK HAPPY, REASONABLY WELL FED AND BATHED. OMFG.
So I play with the picture a bit in Picasa (because I do not have the patience for Photoshop right now) and I yell a lot to my friends inside the computer. Happy Easter. Fuck.
how did I not see this adorable photo and post until today???
It’s a very silly picture – which is better! Especially since you do look cute…
Thank you!
You definitely look cute, meanwhile, it looks like that man is trying to steal your baby and the picture was snapped just before you figured out it wasn’t just a photobomb.
I think he is about to eat my baby. Or something sinister. Stop bugging my baby strange husband person!
You do look very cute. Also like you’re 15 years old. WTF. Unfair.
I keep having these dreams where I insist to people, “I’m 38 years old. Really. REALLY. I did not have Chicken when I was five years old. Shut up. I am.”