I am pretending not to care that my bangs are clearly not behaving themselves. Please pretend with me.
I started a Flickr account yesterday. (I know, I’m so hip to the times, right? Keep up, people.) I don’t have a face book, so I figured this would be a nice way for family and junk to actually see picture of my kids unrelated to blog posts. (Especially since not everyone reads my blog.) (And even if they did they’d mostly see pictures of Styrofoam crafts and the penmanship of my four year old, which are pretty much my favorite things to photograph anymore. God, what happened to my life…)
So far I love it, my little flickr account. The only thing is that I suddenly have knowledge of the fact that I possess, like, five pictures of my husband and I, FROM OUR ENTIRE MARRIAGE. I have a bunch of honeymoon and wedding pictures obviously, but I was really looking forward to gathering a tangible collection of memories from our day-to-day life - you know, Easter barbecues, forth of july picnics by the pool, bonfires in the fall… not a thousand and two moments from the same, one day. We do stay busy, so I know that we’ve had a katrillion opportunities to take pictures of ourselves actually enjoying marriage. Plus we used to be really good about it. But I guess having a slew of kids that generally do more interesting things (you know, like wear stuff and breathe oxygen and yawn cute) will do that to you.
On that note, am I the only mom who apparently only deems herself worthy of getting a photo taken when she’s pregnant? What’s up with that? What the heck am I skipping out on all the good Easter candy for if there’s only ever going to be evidence taken of my existence when I’m busting through maternity shorts? I mean, do you even know how cheap a bag of Kit-Kats are at Walgreens right now?
The other day Spencer and I were perusing through the zoo with the kids when we walked by a couple of adults that were taking pictures of themselves holding their ice creams together. “People take the dumbest pictures of shit before they have kids,” he said tastefully. “Psh. I know, right..” is what I said back. (See first paragraph. Rest assured I’m aware of the hypocrisy.) Seeing my lack of photos now though, I get it. (Take your weird ice cream pictures childless people… Someday it will be all that you have.) Seriously though, I don’t want to look back on our marriage and only remember the good times we had before morning sickness changed my life. I want to remember the good times we have as parents most of all. Together. And if I can't get that, at least let me have a few pictures of myself on the days I get a good blow-dry.
I’m guessing this is a pretty common issue for married folk with kids (or animals for that matter) because it’s pretty rare to see pictures even on photo-savvy family blogs of anyone’s husband unless there’s an anniversary to talk about. So what about you, internet? Are you any good at remembering to immortalize more than just your kids when you’re trying to capture “family” on film?
I want to work on that, because last I checked, I vomited myself into a state of dehydration that required hospitalization making some of the kids you see up there. And what ones I didn’t I’ve certainly sacrificed for in other ways… like, you know, with my sanity, and/or obligation to share my more expensive hair products with. And my husband, well... he just makes a picture look good. I don’t want to brag, but we kind of play a pretty big role in their existence and survival. I think we should share in some of the documentation, don’t you?