We have days I am sure like anyone else:We stare at the baby's face and eyes. We cross our fingers that the blue eyes don't change.
We put our hands out like bear claws when mom says "Hey, smile for the camera!"
We entertain the baby with independently motorized trains circling 'round and 'round that he can't touch
We sit by daddy, waiting patiently until it's time to WRESTLE!
We request to have our pictures taken and then "I see the picture goin' on?" and are satisfied with blank stare shots.
We think that trying to take a picture of the baby is a good way to distract him from being hungry. Then we realize, we aren't fooling anybody.
We try to encourage tummy time and mobility by taking pictures on the floor.
We decide that the 3 year old is really good at this activity, and should also show of his skills, as well as the fact he didn't change out of his PJs today.
We move the baby to his own room, because the toddler talks in his sleep and wakes the baby, which then wake the toddler up fully. We celebrate by taking pictures. Attractive pictures...
We go through the pre-school backpack looking for "worthy of keeping art." I would say Alligator hat gets to stay.
I am sure WE don't do anything that doesn't happen in everyone else's home too. I will never regret capturing these quiet, everyday moments, especially when they start out with a blue eyed baby that is bursting out of his pajama top in the chest he's so chubby. You were distracted by his gorgeous eyes that you didn't notice, right?
Remember that bad parenting I am good at? Here's another one indicating laziness: Moments after we took a picture of Colt in his pajamas, I started chasing him. He ran over a pile of unfolded laundry (yes, we are currently using that as our closet to choose from each morning) that included a garment with a hook and eye fastener. It ripped through the bottom of the footie pjs. I kept chasing him, ignoring the piece of clothing dragging behind him, until he turned around and stopped me with his hand "stop mom!" "my foot? it hurts?" I saw it, but I chose to do nothing. I was just proud that I had him giggling. Ok, so it's not terrible parenting until you dissect the fact that it could have been avoided if I would have just put the clothes away. Yeah...the clothes are still there.