I’m back with the living! Or… the blogging. Something.
After lots of exciting things like everyone getting the stomach flu (kids are gross, btw), at least one of us having diarrhea at Wal-Mart, watching a shit ton of Mickey Mouse while lying near death on the couch, and somehow managing to un-attach my blog to my username and lock myself out and blah blah blah…. anyway. I’m back, and I know that last sentence wasn’t actually a sentence.
I’m only 2 weeks behind on work now, and my house no longer smells like any variety poop, which seems like a dang miracle in itself lately.
I’m telling y’all… it’s the little things in life.
So to celebrate not feeling like balls, we went and played outside. In between eating trash and dog turds and falling down the steps and wandering into the road, I managed to take a few pictures.
You know, since I’m a professional photographer and I haven’t taken any non-cellphone photos of my kid doing anything since right after his birthday. Which was in MAY.
If you’ve never really tried it, taking photos of small children (particularly the independent, adventurous ones) is like taking photos of dogs…
It looks like it’d be easy.
It should be easy.
But I have found that there is nothing easy about it, especially if they are your babies. If that’s the case, they’re going to ignore you when you don’t want them to, cling to you like a barnacle when you want them to ignore you, and you will at some point have to stop what you’re doing to clean some form of slobber or snot off your lens.
And a good picture of your babies together… well shit, you can forget that.
Unless… I guess I could gaffer tape them together. That would probably work. Briefly. I’m telling you, there’s a million uses for that stuff. Or at least 5.
