Me -- looking pretty dorky!! What an ugly chair...glad they got rid of that one before my conscious memories started taking hold! But look! There is milk glass to my right. You can't go wrong growing up with milk glass. It almost (almost) makes up for the ugly chair!!
Me -at age 3- looking kinda apprehensive about something. A bug? A mouse? A Mom with a camera always in front of her squinted eye? In my family we refer to the usual posed pictures of holidays or traditions as "child abuse photos"!! On Friday as my kids dyed Easter eggs I hid, for just a short bit, in my bedroom to be away from the arguing, sibling rivalry and general noise. N. came in to my sanctuary (I mean, bedroom) multiple times..."They got to do more eggs than me!"... "They won't let me use the cup with blue in it!"
Then the zinger of all..."Mom! Aren't you going to come out and take child abuse photos??!"
My response-"Why would I want to document the precious memory of you all arguing and yelling?"
After a minute of listening to more noise as he returned to the egg dying party with his sisters, I got up off my bed and went to get the camera. Some day, (I said inside my frazzled mom brain), I would live to regret not taking child abuse photos of this day. A normal, yet loud, holiday, traditional moment in their lives. The noise was partnered with the sound of a mom with a camera shutter clicking away!!
