During my pregnancy with Buzz, and then Abby, too, I had dreams about all the photo opportunities ahead. The reality is, I’ve been more concerned with surviving. When Jedi was an only child, I remember photographing his every inconsequential move. Back when everything, even the simple act of eating a cookie, was amazing and cute. While it’s still mostly amazing and cute, it’s also now a lot of work and shouldn’t I get him down off the table first?
Thus, a lot of memories haven’t been recorded.
This is especially displeasing to my mother, who is constantly urging me to “get a picture of that!”. “You should keep that camera around your neck”, she tells me. Usually when the kids are in the midst of less than stellar behavior while I’m on the phone with her, which seems to happen often.
For example, my mom has said I should have gotten pictures of:
Abby hitting the cat
Abby trying to ride the cat like a horse
Abby sitting on her brother’s face
Abby kicking her brother in the face
The boys dragging each other around by their shirts
She says she wants a representation of them “just being kids”. Apparently, that means beating the crap out of one another, and sometimes the cat for good measure. However, I don’t believe the degree of desperation in their howls would shine through enough on film. I’m thinking I should just make a video instead.