A Bad Picture Is Better Than No Picture

I've got nothing to blog about. Nothing cute and bubbly, at least.

I could talk for hours, about diapers and screaming toddlers. I could write an entire novel, at this point, on how my four year old refuses to listen to a word that I say, and would rather be locked in her room with nothing but a sheet on her bed, instead of picking up her toys or speaking nicely to her brother.

Instead though, because I'll save all of that "being a parent is hard" drama for another day, I thought maybe I could share a really bad picture...



Either I'm awesomely photogenic, Evelyn too- or Christopher is just that good with the camera.

I used to be really picky about picture taking, and which images would get to make the big journey through the cord from the camera to the computer. I'd go through and delete anything that didn't display perfect lighting or the stillest of still shots- blurs and moving smiles were totally out of the question.

I was crazy OCD about it.

But recently, as I see pictures from earlier days pop up on our screen saver, I realize how ten years from now, none of that will matter. I won't care if I had a double chin in this shot, or if the flash in that shot is bouncing off of Eleanore's face so hard it comes back and blinds me.

And just like that, my obsession with capturing the moment just so, has vanished.

What, a, relief.
to be over that.

But... with that being said-
Thats still a really bad picture, haha.



That ones a little bit better, right? At least in that one, Evelyn looks cute, snuggled up all cozy-like in my lap, while I try to shoo away Christopher and his obnoxious Hollywood photographer impression.

It gets better, though. Really, not sarcastically...



Ah, there we go.

A little (ok, a lot) un-showered, totally exhausted and ready for bed 5 minutes ago, but- its another moment that I'll be so glad we documented, outtakes included.

Even if the moment didn't have any real meaning- I was just sitting on the couch, holding my newborn while her brother and sister slept upstairs... its those little moments here and there that I don't do a good enough job of capturing.

Or, that Christopher doesn't do a good job of capturing, heee.