I thought we could just start out with this little gem.
If you have a Facebook account, or Instagram, or Twitter, or a blog it is common and easy to post the best of the best of your super idyllic life. I am just as guilty as the next person. Who wouldn't want their old middle school friends to see just how crazy awesome your life is now?
Except that most of those perfect pictures represent about .001% of actual life scenarios.
So here's my real life. A lip curl smile. A I'm-2-hours-past-nap-and-I-don't-want-to-sit-and-smile-ANYMORE! A diaper ready to burst. And an are-you-kidding-me look.
This is real life. And it's so awesome.
Shortly thereafter Brian snapped this photo of me.
If you have a Facebook account, or Instagram, or Twitter, or a blog it is common and easy to post the best of the best of your super idyllic life. I am just as guilty as the next person. Who wouldn't want their old middle school friends to see just how crazy awesome your life is now?
Except that most of those perfect pictures represent about .001% of actual life scenarios.
So here's my real life. A lip curl smile. A I'm-2-hours-past-nap-and-I-don't-want-to-sit-and-smile-ANYMORE! A diaper ready to burst. And an are-you-kidding-me look.
This is real life. And it's so awesome.
Shortly thereafter Brian snapped this photo of me.
I'm posting it to show that sometimes if you give up on getting the perfect photo, you'll get one when you least expect it.
Katherine didn't want to sit still or look at the camera. William wanted to look through the binoculars. So I sat down and chilled out. It was past 1:00. We had just finished up at the Farmer's Market and took a stroll down to the ol' Mississippi to get a better look at the lock & dams. We ate fresh local blueberries right out of the carton. The kids sampled green beans. The yellow kind. Brian and I sampled whiskey. (For real!) We bought buckets of corn and juicy tomatoes. The kids ran and ran and ran. And then melted down. And we took it in stride because we were out and doing something. All of us. Together.
Last night we forfeited our normal routine again. We made a Target run at dinner time which was HI-larious. Pretty sure we convinced a few people to go child free for the rest of their lives.
We bought cheese and crackers and grapes and hummus and baby carrots in addition to our list items. Then we drove to the Sculpture Garden in downtown Minneapolis. A summer family favorite of ours. There was some sort of photography class happening. And also some other sort of gathering with a lot of cheering that we couldn't quite figure out. Either way our party of six was a traditional minority that stuck out like a sore thumb among all the local hipsters and shakers.
On the way home, in between over-tired baby screams, Brian said, "See? We can do cool stuff."
Like he was previously doubtful. Or nostalgic.
I knew we had it in us. Even if I did get home, throw all the kids in bed and chug a beer like my life depended on it.
Katherine didn't want to sit still or look at the camera. William wanted to look through the binoculars. So I sat down and chilled out. It was past 1:00. We had just finished up at the Farmer's Market and took a stroll down to the ol' Mississippi to get a better look at the lock & dams. We ate fresh local blueberries right out of the carton. The kids sampled green beans. The yellow kind. Brian and I sampled whiskey. (For real!) We bought buckets of corn and juicy tomatoes. The kids ran and ran and ran. And then melted down. And we took it in stride because we were out and doing something. All of us. Together.
Last night we forfeited our normal routine again. We made a Target run at dinner time which was HI-larious. Pretty sure we convinced a few people to go child free for the rest of their lives.
We bought cheese and crackers and grapes and hummus and baby carrots in addition to our list items. Then we drove to the Sculpture Garden in downtown Minneapolis. A summer family favorite of ours. There was some sort of photography class happening. And also some other sort of gathering with a lot of cheering that we couldn't quite figure out. Either way our party of six was a traditional minority that stuck out like a sore thumb among all the local hipsters and shakers.
On the way home, in between over-tired baby screams, Brian said, "See? We can do cool stuff."
Like he was previously doubtful. Or nostalgic.
I knew we had it in us. Even if I did get home, throw all the kids in bed and chug a beer like my life depended on it.
I love your breakdown of the picture. lol. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteWe totally forfeited the usual dinner routine last night too and decided to try a new restaurant. Ha! Within two minutes Logan spilled my Pepsi all over the baby, who in turned screamed bloody murder, to which Logan responded with an all out meltdown. All while Evie tried to stack EVERY. SINGLE. JELLY. PACKET. on the table. She did not succeed. And then, Logan turned around to check out the guy behind us and fell out of his chair...face first. more screaming.
Yeah, I don't think they ever want to see us again. Which is too bad because dinner was actually really good. ;)
This totally sounds like my family when trying to take pictures. I'm from a family of 7. Not to easy to get a perfect smiling family. And I laughed at how you broke down each person's mood in the picute. Very cute lol. (:
ReplyDeleteLove this post, I was laughing out loud. I just had to right a sample blog post for a new job assessment - pretty sure I failed, pretty sure I should have had you write it. lol!
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