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.