my idea of fun
It seems I have a slight obsession with photo taking. Especially when the subject matter is Maelie. Claire and Luca are simply too busy to sit still for a photo. Looking back, I didn’t get very many fun pictures of those two when they were babies. Oh well. Too late now. I’ll wait until their “I hate the camera” phase is over and then get them. For now, the backs of their heads and blurred faces will suffice.
Yesterday, all the big kids were napping and Miss Mae was awake. I actually had some make up on, so I figured it was a good time to take shameless self portraits. It’s what all the cool kids do, you know.
I’ve been doing them forever, mainly with Claire, because, well, she’d sit still long enough for me to get a shot or two:
So, in a nutshell, it’s a favorite pass time to take an obnoxious amounts of photos of my kids. Of course, to me, they are the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen. Gosh I love them. And what amazes me further is that they’re half me. Pretty sure they got all the good genes.
While I’m not one to go around flashing photos to any passerby I see, I will, however, flash them to you on here. The only reason why I feel it’s OK to do this and not be considered annoying is because y’all chose to come to this blog. Yah. Justification. I’ll go with that.
I don’t put myself in the photos with the kids often, but sometimes, I just feel it’s necessary to remember everything about a moment. For example, yesterday during my little photo op with Maelie, I was feeling happy. I’d like to remember that 98% of the time I’m feeling happy. Not overwhelmed, anxious, upset, frustrated or angry – but happy.
I’m not a photographer, nor will I ever be, but sometimes I get lucky. Yesterday I had a couple fun shots. And they make me smile because in that moment I felt good. And it’s such a wonderful feeling.
I even got one with my favorite little dude.
Now that I’ve successfully nauseated each and every one of you with photos of my children, I’ll add as a side, Luca is now 95% potty trained. (Meaning, we only wet our pants when sleeping.) Mama Cass’s Potty Training Boot Camp has successfully turned my pants crappin’ little man into a Diego undie wearing, potty pooping, victory dancing dude. Ladies, he’s single and has been poop pants free since May.