Today's big adventure was taking my two little angels out to take their pictures. Now, being a photographer, you'd think that wouldn't be such a chore. After all, I clearly LOVE taking pictures. I've even made the decision to specialize in child photography. Making my own offspring the subject of a photo shoot should not be such a difficult undertaking. So we went. I dressed them all up, even down to matching shoes (which of course, you'll see here in a minute). I even persuaded husband to come along for the ride and help out.
Here's where it gets sticky. See, with other people's children, I can tell a joke or make a funny face, and it's all good. They will let out a squeal and a smile so big it'll knock you into next week. I can tell them NOT to smile, and they'll make the most beautiful natural face. It's a wonderful thing. However, with my OWN munchkins- nothing works. Nicholas, my oldest, has the I'm-Way-Too-Cool-For-This-Even-Though-I'm-Only-Ten look in nearly every picture. Ben, my youngest, has the tendency to make "Goofy Grin". We've all seen it. You know what that looks like. It's not pretty. So, I took A LOT of pictures. I mean.... A LOT. Now, rumaging through them, tossing out a gazillion with still a gazillion left to go through, I've decided to throw in the towel and ask my friend Amy to take the next batch. Geesh.... yeah. I suppose it all is, kinda funny.
Here's a few from the collection of today's adventure.
