You'd think, as the family of a professional photographer, we'd be so sick of photos of ourselves that we'd be content to leave well enough alone. But these days, it seems, Jed's always off using his camera on other people. In fact, one day, Parley said to me, "Mom, can we get a camera that takes those kinds of pictures?" Confused, I asked him to explain. "You know," he said, "The kind that we can put on the fridge." Oh, the printed kind!
And Julian, upon seeing that my mom had pictures framed of all the other grandkids (because my sister is so diligent about taking hers to Kiddie Kandids) said to my mom, "Grandma, I'm in preschool now, so you can put my picture up too."
See, printing photos means I have to actually go through and choose pictures and their sizes and where I'm going to have them printed (without picky Jed finding out I went to Walgreens). So they sit in folders (and folders and folders) and not making it to my mom's frames. Meanwhile, poor Julian can't figure out what he did to make Grandma not want to put his picture up.
The other day I realized that I hardly have any pictures of George and me together. So, since I don't have a camera, or even a cell phone, I turned to photo booth. As soon as I sat down to take a few pictures of us, the other kids came running. They love photo booth. Particularly Hazel. It is pretty great to see what kinds of pictures they come up with. Here are a few with George--that were supposed to be just him and me.
and finally I got one.
Then I came across some great ones of Hazel that I didn't know she'd taken.
If we ever can afford a camera that takes "those kind of pictures" we might move away from photo booth. But we just might not.