There is a reason I've only posted pictures from our latest beach trip. And, I think as I addressed shortly after G-love's birth, there is a reason all children after the first born have fewer pictures. They are the same reason. It is not because the subsequent children are loved less or ignored or forgotten.
It is because life is too busy if you are not loving less or ignoring or forgetting your subsequent children.
For example: In the last 24 hours there have been some potentially gorgeous shots I could've taken of my children. There were also at least 4 moments (one per child) that would've been great to have had some record stored somewhere on some electric gizmo that I am still dependent, by lack of sleep and time to learn otherwise, on Big M to download or transfer or store or whatever it is that you do with such records of your children.
But instead, one or more of the following has happened :
1) My hands have been too sticky with peanut butter, or peaches or spit up or boogers to pick up a camera.
2) One or more of the other children have been too sad or angry or tearful or hurtful to cast aside to take a picture.
3) I have been too tired.
4) 3/4 of the children are fully aware of the power of their opposable thumbs and have wandered off with the required gizmo needed to record their growing selves. With this one, it is also most likely that they have taken a bizarre series of pictures of say, close-ups of their tonsils and armpits and sweaty hairlines or the peanut butter, peaches or boogars in which I was recently covered.
So. You only get beach shots. That is the only time I've not had any of the four above reasons occur in a very long while. The pictures are still questionable at best. But they are pictures and slime free at that....
1) My hands have been too sticky with peanut butter, or peaches or spit up or boogers to pick up a camera.
2) One or more of the other children have been too sad or angry or tearful or hurtful to cast aside to take a picture.
3) I have been too tired.
4) 3/4 of the children are fully aware of the power of their opposable thumbs and have wandered off with the required gizmo needed to record their growing selves. With this one, it is also most likely that they have taken a bizarre series of pictures of say, close-ups of their tonsils and armpits and sweaty hairlines or the peanut butter, peaches or boogars in which I was recently covered.
So. You only get beach shots. That is the only time I've not had any of the four above reasons occur in a very long while. The pictures are still questionable at best. But they are pictures and slime free at that....
