The best part of picture day for me is the class picture. I love standing next to 3 perfect rows of little people. I love the squinted eyes, the closed eyes, the crooked smiles, the missing teeth. The kids in the front with knock-knees and bobby socks, the ones in the back who barely peak out from the crowd. Love it.
This year. For picture day, I got some sad news. Damn photography studio doesn't do class pictures like that anymore. WHA'? WHY? Something to do with composite sheets, head-shots, and not missing the absent kids. Pshaw. Lame.
So when it was my kids picture day last week, I did the motherly thing: bought coordinated outfits (color schema only, people), spiffed, and used my thumb to wipe the breakfast off a face or two. I even put Tatum in a creme colored dress on Pizza day for crying out loud.
So I sent them on their way. But first, a picture by the front door.
And then, my damn camera broke again. What is up with that (hint, hint: Santa).
So, the iPhone shots:
And after only a small smear of pizza sauce, and me worrying ALL DAY how their pictures would turn out, I got the news.
Picture day is now extended to include TWO days of shots: one day outside, one inside. WHA'? HUH?
Whatever happened to class pictures, and goofy smiles? It seems life leaves little room for the imperfections that make us so unique...