It used to be that Andrew and I could get a good picture together no problem. As long as I was compliant and didn’t make a weird face to disguise my awkward feelings toward pictures. We had quite a few good ones of the two of us and I thought that was no big deal.
So a few days ago I was looking through our Easter pictures and noticed we had a picture with all three of us together. We looked out of sorts and weird but we were all three together and it got me thinking…”do we have any other pictures of the three of us?
I went on a search and this is what I found.
Ah the accidental family photo. This was the day we took Clare home from the hospital. We didn’t even think to pose for our first family photo. So…this is it. Too busy. Too tired. Too anxious about getting her into that car seat to think about a picture.
This one is a couple weeks after Clare was born. Everything was still so new then. I took Clare out on the porch one beautiful fall morning and Andrew happened upon us in this moment. He set up his tripod and took a few timed shots. It’s basically hilarious. I look like I’m mad about kissing Clare. Andrew looks like a little kid and Clare looks like she is either trying to eat my face or she is going to punch it. We thought it was so funny we made it our Christmas card.
These were taken at a Christmas party we attended. Mandy Sroka took these two. She did a great job. Andrew and I look like, “This kid could start screaming at any second. Why did we bring her to a Christmas party? We should have just stayed home and watched Biggest Loser.”
I look like I’m praying that I won’t get breast milk on my silk dress. I can tell Andrew was wondering what kind of Lens Mandy was using.
What I think is so funny is that Clare looks so unamused. Then we kiss her in the bottom picture and she’s like, “What the hooha!? More kissing?! This is getting on my nerves.”
Then of course there is always the shoot it ourselves family photo. “Hey everybody! Look over here!” Someone always has a double chin and someone else’s face is half cut off. Priceless. Again…Clare was unamused.
Here is the best of our Easter pictures. I look like I’m trying to swallow the camera. Andrew looks like he just ate a handful of Sour Patch Kids. Clare is finally introduced to the demon sun. She doesn’t like it.
Family photos are funny. I’m amazed at people who get all 8 of their children to Olan Mills for one of these bad boys every year. Here’s hoping that Clare smiles in the next one.