After we played around in the parking lot, I decided that I needed to be in a picture with the kids. I have very few pictures of myself with them. And mostly they are all selfies. So I spied a bush in an island of rocks and I forced them to go sit down with me and take a picture. Brice took several. I'm sure he thought he was being funny, just snapping away as we got ready.
Obviously Cameron was the most thrilled about being in picture. He's "thrilled" a lot, especially when he's tired. Then it's nonstop "being thrilled" until he goes to bed. (also thrilled is code for "whining like a little baby") He often asks why he's crying in so many pictures that I take of him. . .
Hmm. . .
How do I put this nicely, Cam Spam?
I believe I was saying lines along the likes of, "I deserve one picture where you all act like you're happy to be with me" (directed at the Cam)
And, "Just please try and look happy" (directed at the Cam)
And, "Okay, don't throw rocks." (directed at Liv, who kept throwing rocks. And quite frankly it's a Mother's day miracle that she didn't throw one right into my precious camera.)
See the flying rock right by Cam's foot? At least the rock throwing made him smile. And, oh, my Jacey Boy was a gem during these pictures. He didn't start being a punk and calling everyone butt-niss until we went home and started getting ready for dinner and bed.
Awww they are just the sweetest little stinkers ever. Here is what I posted on Instagram on the subject of being their mother:
I wrote that in the moment, and I thought trying to bring back those sentimental thoughts right now wouldn't exactly do my feelings justice. So there you go.