Failed Family Photos

  I have had this little stack of photos lying by the computer waiting to have time to scan them in and share them with you. Tonight is the night.

  I found these photos and can remember when each one of them were taken.  At the moment the camera shutter opened and closed, the moment was chaotic and frustrating.  But as time passes, the chaotic and frustrating moments are strangely remembered as humorous.  The moment in time that once caused such utter irritation, later becomes a funny story to tell.  The moment becomes something you can laugh at with everyone that was involved.

  Here are some moments that were intended to be lovely family photos...

 ....but were turned into moments of chaos....

....and are remembered with moments of laughter.

It's good to know that as time passes, memories of difficult moments somehow seem less difficult.  It's good to know that these moments of tears are quickly turned to moments of laughter.  It's good to know that when a challenging situation arises, it will most likely pass and be forgotten.  It's good to know that although our family has moments of failure, we have many more moments of joy. 

It's good to know that the boys only had these moments a small portion of the time, or else I would have been forced to kick them to the curb.

My kids cry ugly

   If you saw my post from a couple of days ago, you will remember that I spent some time digging through old photos.  If you need to catch up on that story first, you can read it here.  While I thumbed through those old pictures, I got shocked!  I was shocked to realize that my kids are really ugly criers.

  Sometimes in the moment of Mommy bliss, your children look more beautiful than they actually are.  If you are a new Mommy.  Take my word for it.  Your newborn is not as pretty as you think they are.  Not trying to be mean.  Just honest.  Later, when you look back at their picture, you will see for yourself.  You can't see it until years later.....so you'll have to just believe me for now.

   So I found these pictures.  Pictures that, at the time they were taken, I somehow thought were cute.  And they are cute.  In their own little ugly way.  My kids cried with a wide open mouth and a red face.  They lacked adorable tears spilling down their cheeks.  And they wailed!  That part, I never thought was cute.

That face is as red as the tricycle he was riding.

This little girl here.....

She has a lovely little cry.  A pouty lip and precious little tears. 

This is not my child.  This little one is a friend of mine.  I took the picture.  That's as close as I came to a pretty crier.

This one is my kid. 

And these.

And this. 

Not cute.  No tears.  No pout.  Only wailing.

I have come to terms with the fact that my kids are ugly criers.  They have many other good qualities.  And they are very handsome.  I hope.  I will have to wait a couple of years and look back on the pictures to know for sure.