Guilty as charged. I take a couple of pictures of my kids. I can’t help it. Am I over the top? Probably. Is my house a living shrine to their childhood? Mind your own business.
I got into video taping for a bit. It’s fun. But I never ever look at the videos. Pictures? I’ll pull out an old album, pour a glass of wine, and that’s a good night. By glass 2 I’m tearing up.
Sadly my kids are growing up and slowly revolting against the (semi) constant picture taking. If I happen to get a good picture now – it’s undercover, behind a bush, while they’re not paying attention.
Don’t they love me? Don’t they know I need to capture all these fleeting moments?
Now I have an excuse. I have to take pictures for my blog. My people, my readers, demand it (play along please).
