Most things in life are moments of pleasure and a lifetime of embarrassment;
photography is a moment of embarrassment and a lifetime of pleasure.
Today Cassidy had her end-of-year picnic, and since she dolled herself all up this morning in her fancy Easter dress I thought I’d take a shower and brush my hair and whatnot so I wouldn’t embarrass her.
I also thought we’d get a picture together, since like most moms I have eleventy bajillion pictures of the kids but nearly none with me in them. In fact, the last decent shot I have of all 3 kids with me is from my friend’s wedding, five years ago.
So like an idiot I said, “Hey Cass! Let’s get a nice picture together.” OUT LOUD.
Yeah. Cass immediately turned into Jerry Lewis. This is what I got.
At this point her teacher came over to chat and haha, snapped a photo. For her teacher, Cass smiled pretty for the camera. Sorta.
What a pain in the butt.
But I’m glad I have these, the good and the “bad,” these moments where my daughter was contrary, weird, totally willing to look and be silly in front of her peers, so full of laughter that it bubbled from her mouth, erupted from her belly.
When did you most recently have your photo taken with your kids? Do they pose willingly?