I take an obscene amount of photos every month. I whip out my camera almost every day to capture something special, something I deem cute, something that makes my heart sing.
Cesar enjoying swinging
Taken the other day at the park
I often ask myself, “Self, is it really necessary that you take hundreds of photos every month? Do you really need to capture every moment?’
The resounding answer is always, “Yes. Yes it is important to me. For every one of these great moments there are an equal number of not so great moments. During those times I can reflect on those incredible instances. I can look at those photos. I can think about those memories. I can trust in the knowledge that this too shall pass and just over the ridge there will be another moment that will make my heart sing!
Let’s face it, life has plenty of these moments too!
This past Easter Sunday I took some pictures of the kids. I really want to capture all of those special moments. As I was going through the pictures this morning I realized the pictures really don’t tell the whole story sometimes. Here’s the low-down on what was going on with each picture:
I told the kids they could do better than this. Bency looks like he wants to bite someone. Iris looks sad. Cesar isn’t even looking at the camera. “Come on kids, get it together,” I repeat over and over!
This is 7 pictures later. Things aren’t getting much better. I have a million things to do to get the Easter lunch ready before everyone arrives. There is slight panic and irritation in my voice and I tell them just smile and we can get this over with.
Guess who tooted??!!
323 pictures later I finally get this. I’m happy with it. I have however popped out 72 more grays hairs and 19 more wrinkle lines. Yet, I still want my husband to take a picture of the kids and I. It is a special occasion after all and I just want to capture these “happy” moments!
In case you can’t tell, I am talking through my teeth in a hissing tone and telling them they can each have 5 jelly beans if we can just get one nice picture….
After 10 more pictures my husband said this is as good as it gets! I doled out the jelly beans and we had ourselves one happy Easter with no more picture taking involved! Well except for one more….
Now, this is a true happy Easter moment…..eating a chocolate bunny!!!
Sometimes a picture can tell a whole story. I was lucky enough to capture the moment Cesar saw the train going around the Christmas tree for the first time!
Cesar seeing the train going around the tree for the first time
Cesar filled with awe!
For years I have been puzzled by the fact of children falling asleep in their highchairs during meal time. I’ve seen hundreds of pictures taken by other families with their babies or toddlers strapped into the high chair fast asleep.
This has never happened to my children. They eat, they tell me they are done, I wash them up, get them out and off they go.
I thought that these pictures of sleeping kids in the highchair were some kind of set up. Parents were hijacking their children out of their cribs in the middle of the night for the sake of hilarious pictures. It was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with.
Last week I was let in on the secret. I have finally experienced it. The answer to my biggest question has finally been revealed.
My 2 year old Cesar fell asleep in his highchair while I was downstairs getting laundry out. I came upstairs after 5 minutes to an eerie quiet. I peered in on him and there he was all slumped over fast asleep.
After further investigation I discovered he had eaten all of his lunch except for his kidney beans. Cesar hates kidney beans and yet I continue to give them to him in hopes he has a change of heart.
He clearly didn’t and clearly it is just easier to fall asleep than to look at a kidney bean or try to muster the energy to try to choke one down.
As if I wasn’t beyond delighted enough that I finally had my own “child sleeping in high chair” picture, it happened again the next day.
This time he ate everything except for his squash. Cesar hates squash too.
In case you have been as baffled by this phenomenon as me I’m here to report that this happens. It’s real. I didn’t hijack Cesar from his crib in the middle of the night.
I simply gave him food he hates.
And that is how you get a picture of “child sleeping in a high chair.”