And it was at this point that I decided it was time to do what a responsible parent would do: PUT THE CAMERA DOWN and intervene. Nevermind that I was laughing so hard at Clark's unchanging oblivious solemn facial expressions.
And then they were all smiley again.
So many of my photos are a little crooked or out of focus these days, because the baby strapped to me and the neverstopsmoving three year old and the very dramatic two year old kinda prevent me from getting the camera when and where I want it. I am always so sure of how and what I want to do, but lately I can't quite execute in the way I intend. It will probably be that way for awhile, until our routine falls into an easier pattern or someone grows a little more independent or I toughen up, huh? (And you know I am so not talking about taking photos anymore.)