Granted, this person was not talking bad about her, more so, ME. She made a comment about the fact that I dress her up & set her up for photoshoots as if she were a doll & that I parade her around like a prize. [Um, hello? Fact: She's the best prize ever.] This was also coupled with some other slams against me.
But, let me just say this.
I am so glad I took photos of her while she sat still and in one place. Whatever. Call it what you want. You're darn right I set my kid up for "photoshoots" (non-professional, done by moi, photoshoots, that is).
Because now that she's all over the place?? There is NO such thing as a good sit-still photoshoot. In fact, it's pretty much impossible.
So now? Now? I wait for the most perfect opportunity to snap some photos. You know, I keep my camera always at an arms length and when she's doing something cute, or happens to be wearing an adorable outfit that so and so got us, etc, I take the opportunity.
I'll simply just let her play and do her thing, and click away like the mamarazzi I am.
Yesterday, I followed close behind her (sans camera) as she went up 3 flights of steps like a champ. When we reached the top of steps, facing the bathroom, I watched her eye zero in on the toilet paper hanging on the wall.
I just knew it. She finally discovered "it". There would no longer be a nice-rolled roll of toilet paper in my house again.
She crawled toward it with gusto. She reached her little arm up as if she's been wiping her butt for years or something, she unrolled that toilet paper like an old pro, she did. And you know what my first thought was in that second?
Grab The Camera.
In 2.5 seconds, my camera was in hand, documenting "The Discovery Of The Toilet Paper Roll".
Call it what you will. Crazy mom? Maybe. But, I'm a documenter.
I'm glad I caught it.
Girlfriend was so proud of herself and had a good 'ole time playing in it, too.
I guess it's a good thing I always buy my toilet paper on sale.
'Cuz, I mean, really? Look at how proud she is of the
mess art she made.
It's all about the moments.