We suck at parenting. Clearly. We always forget to have the camera out and when we do get it out…the pictures blow.
For Easter my mother sent her youngest grandchild a sweet outfit to wear. Blue gingham with smocking. Smocking. For a child who lives in New York City. Only my mother… I’m joking though as secretly I adore this outfit and think all babies should dress like this. Sweet and precious. He kept pointing to the bunnies on it. I nearly died from the cute.
Roger said, “We need to get pictures”! I said, “Oh my gosh, you’re right”! and we both grabbed cameras and failed.
Exhibit A: Please stand still so we can show grandma you’re wearing her outfit! Well, he’s sort of still. Note blurriness of hanger in his hand-the rest of this series feature his body being that blurry.
Exhibit B: Okay, here are some cardboard tubes that you love. Will you hold them and sit still for a minute? No?
Exhibit C: Maybe I can catch him being cute with dinner? Nope, all food was disgusting for Easter. Even (especially?) mashed potatoes. Le sigh. He wouldn’t even deign to look cute while being disgusted!
Exhibit C: Day is almost done and I realize that yet again (repeat of his first birthday) I have no photo of myself and my adorable child. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE A PICTURE OF ME AND MY CHILD??? This is the best of the bunch. And it’s awful.
I hereby resolve to stake out good photo taking locations in the apartment BEFORE company arrives for special occasions. I will then force people to take the photo and boss them around saying things like, “Look, could you just get on the same level here?”, “Um, NO the sun will be behind us if you stand there!”, and “OH COME ON!!!”
I console myself for now that we’re having a pro take photos of Jack this coming weekend. I’ll make the kid wear the cute Easter outfit again and we’ll just pretend this whole disaster never happened.