She’s looking at me.
He’s thinking at me.
She said that I’m a kookoohead.
He told me I’m not his friend anymore.
She is trying to take my seat.
He’s trying to take my seat.
She said she’s older than me.
He won’t let me breathe.
She keeps singing too loud.
He won’t be quiet.
MOMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Believe me when I say that it’s a re-enactment of each and every time that I try and photograph my own children. Yes I’ve spoken about this many times before and I often compare it to the task of herding cats, it’s almost impossible. Do I have this same problem with my clients children? Not at all! They aren’t used to all my tricks and sounds and chicken noises and weird things I wear on my head, they are a breeze, a snap, a walk in the park.
My two on the other hand will pout, scream, cry, pinch, poke, push, shove, complain. Recently, something happened. I managed to capture something….to this day I cannot believe it, and I fully expect for it to vanish from my screen at any moment. There is no pouting, there is no grimacing, it’s just them, together, maybe a little bit of cheese peeking out from their smiles, but trust me, I am not complaining. I’m almost wondering if I should call The Smithsonian to see if they want this rare photograph. It doesn’t happen that often and sometimes I find myself wondering if it will ever happen again (of course that thought usually crosses my mind when world war 3 has broken out over some random toy that is forgotten within five minutes in the playroom).
by Angela
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