I love taking pictures of my kids. Gia will let me snap pictures for a little bit but then lets me know by screeching that she is done with me. Isabella will sit for hours letting me take pictures but only if she gets to pose the way she wants. I like to do the candid ones and she really does not like to be caught looking less than her best (Jeez, wonder where she gets that from). I can’t get a normal picture of Tommy unless he is in a uniform. He is such a goof ball that a lot of the pictures reflect that. Nico…ugh…he hates pictures and complains that I am the only “weird mom” that insists on taking family pictures.
For my 40th birthday, Leo bought me a really expensive camera (one of the great gifts). I wish I had time to take a class so I’d know how to work it but if you are a regular reader, you know that it would be near impossible for me to find time to do that. For the most part, I get pretty good pictures. We had the twins’ program and I put Leo in charge of pictures. He didn’t want to take them and even pulled the “Do we really need pictures of this?” but he caved and did (I was busy wrangling Gia). Because we don’t really know all the settings and it was in a school gym, they came out too dark.
We had Nico’s graduation and since Leo is taller than me, I asked him to take pictures. The conversation went like this:
Me: Can you take pictures?
Leo: You can do it. I’m not good at it.
Me: I can’t do it. I’m too short. You’ll get a better picture.
Leo: That camera is a piece of crap.
Me: It isn’t a piece of crap. It’s a nice camera.
Leo: There is no zoom.
Me: The zoom is right here.
Leo: It doesn’t focus and it’s too dark. Remember the twins’ thing? I got crappy pictures.
Me, not wanting to argue and miss them calling Nico’s name for his diploma: Fine just forget it.
They called Nico’s name, we all yelled and clapped and I got teary-eyed.
Right after he walked off the stage, Leo looked at me and said, “Did you get a picture?”
Linking up with Mama Kat with a recent argument I had and how it was resolved:
I am a stay at home mom, married to my college sweetheart, Leo. We have four kids, Nico, Tommy, Isabella and Gia. We have a son, Rocco that is an angel in Heaven.
Are we living the same life just miles apart? We have this same conversation ALL THE TIME!
I really do think we are living the same life! I wish it weren’t miles apart.
Why can’t they (husbands that is) just do things without arguing?! And as for children, why can’t they do what you want when you want them to do it?!
This totally sounds like what happens around my house! Oh and I would have answered my child’s question by saying: Well your father was in charge of the camera so talk to him about it!
I don’t know. It’s the age old question, isn’t it?
Sounds very familiar to me, can be so frustrating.
So frustrating but because of the blog, a neighbor came forward with a picture of Nico so yay!