I’m a terrible mom.
Most houses you visit will have personal photos displayed throughout the home. Ask any parent about their children and they are equipped with a wallet full of photos.
You could visit my home and would be hard-pressed to know who really lives here. I did break down and have my youngest son’s picture taken a few years ago. That was because the professional was looking for a model and gave me a great deal. (She’s also the one that I took a photography course with.) I haven’t had a wallet with kids’ photos in years.
I my defense, I can scroll through a bunch of photos on my cell phone. Of course, most will be selfies when my kids grab my phone and fill it up with selfies as a joke.
This past weekend was Easter. My kids got new clothes. I can’t even remember the last time I bought everyone new clothes for a holiday even. I blame that mostly on the fact that they were still growing. But this year, I splurged and outfitted my kids with some spiffy duds.
They started out cooperative.
Then things started getting a little crazier.
We actually live next door to sheep farm and they have baby lambs. We wanted to get them in the pictures, you know, with it being Easter and all. That didn’t work out. But…we did have fun playing with the electric fence. I even got in on that, I admit.