You know those people who have beautiful spring photos of their children, sitting in trees, surrounded by blossoms, looking angelic, wearing white shirts?
I am not one of those people. I have tried. I have run into a few obstacles that have prevented any flowery, angelic, awe inspiring photos. Let me tell you my problems.
1) I never plan ahead, and I’m pretty sure a bright orange shirt is not the best choice for a photo shoot among pink blossoms.
2) My kids are 3 and 1 1/2.
3) Quinten has a “Cheese” face. It is more of a grimace. Can you see it? Or are my blurry pink blossoms getting in the way?
Anyway, I was looking through my photos from this week and that one above of Q made me snort. Wouldn’t it be a great Hallmark card? I just need to think of a suitable caption….
Of course, it doesn’t help my artistic process to have a Klingon permanently attached to my legs. Get it? As in “Cling-On” but um…Trekkie-ish? Am I the only one? I loved Star Trek.
And since I’m on the subject of confessing my deep, dark, geeky loves…I also love toddlers with guns. Fake guns. Suitably attired in a diaper. Because the only way to hunt is in your diaper.
And as I creak into the third trimester, I think it’s nice that I can still look down and see my little boy’s angry eyes. Soon I will look down and only see belly…which might be a blessing in disguise…
because sometimes my kid looks like this, and it’s somewhat troubling.
But, then I remember that the only real-ish issue right now is Sheldon’s sinus infection and maybe the fact that I can’t take good pictures, and I reach for the Graham crackers and congratulate the day for being full of pink blossoms and dirty, (usually) happy children.