I have these beautiful children that some how turn into the whiniest most tired, most hungry, most bored children on the planet right when I'm trying to capture how perfectly happy and flawlessly beautiful we all are.
And we turn into the worst parents ever. I mean like if Parent Magazine came along on our photo shoot they would revoke our subscription. We're throwing out all kinds of bribes and threats and then more bribes and then threatening to take away the bribes we just promised.
The rest of us struggle.
And then there is this one. He basically lives in a superhero movie ALL DAY LONG. But only the really intense scenes.
Fortunately I have this amazing friend, Alaina, who, despite the reenactment of a miniature 300, is still good enough to capture enough shots that we can print off to prove to our children one day that we really were the perfect family.