Two years ago, I took a photography class at the local community college. I wanted to learn to use my camera, and I wanted to get better at taking photos of my (at the time only one) kid.
The teacher’s advice on photographing kids? She uses the sport setting to shoot her dogs. That was it.
Fast-forward two years and one kid later, just try getting a good photo of the two of them together, especially now that the 4-year-old isn’t into getting his photo taken and the 1-year-old is BUSY.
Behold, I show you this:
It was an Easter miracle. Now, that pose on the right wasn’t what I was going for, and I cropped off their feet but look! They’re both looking at the camera and have pleasant looks on their faces.
We were trying to recreate this from last year:
That… did not go so well. They weren’t into it. (Also my tulips hadn’t bloomed yet!)
So we tried another pose.
Which was quickly met with disdain.
Some people simply did not want to be photographed.
And some people were busy.
So we sent them off on a walk in the neighbor’s yard.
Which, predictably, did not go well.
And the moral of the story is: at least I got one decent one. But really? Sports setting? Someone does not know anything about children.
And at least they love each other.
We’ve had a virtually snow-less winter here in Oklahoma – that is – until February. In the past four weeks, it’s snowed two and three times a week. Once again today the kids were off school due to cold and sleet.
So it seemed like a good time to dig back into photos from one very fine January day, when my kids were out in the front yard pretty much naked.
Yeah, we’re those neighbors.
Remember when we did this?
That piece of art has hung above our living room couch for four years. I’m sure that Emily Henderson wouldn’t approve. But you know? It’s one of the things people often comment on when they come into the room.
And then we had a second kid and felt like we had to create memories for her, too.
Poor second child.
Canvas + baby + stripped to the diaper + paint seems to be the magic formula for me.
I actually like the way hers turned out better. I prepped the canvas by painting a background color, which made the other colors pop more.
And big brother had to get in on that action, obviously.
While I was distracting the kids with paint, the husband was inside, ripping out our Ardex faux concrete counters (R.I.P.) in preparation for the new counter to come.
Eventually, they both lost interest in painting and became much more interested in throwing the paint bottles around.
And, as all pinterest-worthy activities must, things came to a glorious, whining end.
Winter is so magical.
White, beautiful stuff falling from the sky.
Fathers pulling kids on sleds.
Kids bundled and frolicking in the snow.
Let’s go back inside.
Totally gratuitous shot that will probably linger here for months, driving my father crazy.
BABY BEACH TOES.
Visit the beach, obviously.
Bring babysitters to said beach.
Bring babysitters to the farmers market, too. Oh, and sunscreen.
Visit Hyppo pops for your Cucumber Lemon Mint and Salted Caramel popsicle dreams.
Make sure you have an amazing front porch like this to relax on.
And while you’re at it, borrow one of these for the duration.
Go running every morning along Shore drive, pausing only to take photos and skip to the next Serial episode.
And finally, make sure you don’t forget that #FloridaForChristmas is magic.
And then there was this dude.
We’d been to the beach in Galveston a year and a half earlier, and he wasn’t that into it. (And, no offense, Texas, but #FloridaBeachesAreWAYBetter.) Sorry.
Apparently 4 is the magic age.
It was December, yes, but we had amazing weather, including 70 degree days. However, it was December, and the water was icy. And yet, he ran and splashed and dug and just generally had a blast.
And, yes, I know it looks like he only has one arm in that photo, but look at that pure joy.
And yes, I’m that person who can’t fathom when leaving 30 degree weather that we might need swim suits.
I thought as I packed, “Will we be swimming?” and decided there was no way.
Turns out I was wrong.
And so yes, we were those people stripping their kid down to his skivvies.
He got some looks. But you know what? He had no idea. He just knew that he was having fun.
I thought this one would love the beach.
What, with all that sand to crawl in, sample and dig in?
But, after a few exploratory attempts at crawling, and a couple of handfuls of dirt, she was done.
She let us all know that she’d prefer the blanket, thank-you-very-much.
And of course, the water was out of the question, for the little miss who will only take her milk warm.
Instead, it was time for a few mama-cuddles while her brother had a ball.