Forget the fact that my kid looks totally distressed by something; there is no way I will ever be able to tell that guy his tag is out. It will just be there, in my photo, forever. Seriously. It is like a small slice of my personal Hell.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
How to annoy me
It is about four months later and I am still going through my photos of our trip to Disney World. This one is quite possibly the photo that bothers me the most.
Forget the fact that my kid looks totally distressed by something; there is no way I will ever be able to tell that guy his tag is out. It will just be there, in my photo, forever. Seriously. It is like a small slice of my personal Hell.
Forget the fact that my kid looks totally distressed by something; there is no way I will ever be able to tell that guy his tag is out. It will just be there, in my photo, forever. Seriously. It is like a small slice of my personal Hell.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Mixed feelings
There is nothing quite like the feeling you get when your baby joyfully calls out "Come on, Mama!" as she rides her bike faster than you can run. Pride, happiness, sadness...
And yes, I said pride. Even though she is wearing this:
And yes, I said pride. Even though she is wearing this:
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