The best laid plains...
Daniel is pouting because he hates having his picture taken and I just screamed at him to smile. In retaliation, Danny tried taking Joey's Matchbox cars. Joey, being slightly obsessive-compulsive, went ape-shit. Jack, per his usual, just smiled and tried to smooth everything over.
So I took the picture anyway thinking I'd just end up deleting it. Now it is in the most-cherished category.
I have a large collection of crying baby photos that I also hold dear. I've given up trying to pretend that these years are stress-free and idyllic. When I'm a very old lady in my rocker trying to recall my youth, a bunch of smiling, perfectly coiffed kids will do nothing to trigger my memory. But the unplanned, imperfect glimpse into our lives will surely open the floodgates:
|Anyone remember the lizard baby from the 1980's miniseries "V?"|