I had a little photo session with Jules and Addie today, and before I got down to serious photo business I let Jules get some practice time with the camera.
"Take a picture of this," she instructed.
And so I did.
"And this," she told me.
And so I did.
The great thing about digital cameras is that you can take a lot of photos that don't need to turn out, and all it costs you is a moment of time.
If you're in no hurry (and your subjects aren't on the verge of a meltdown), you can snap away, trying to figure out the lighting, allowing time to get the wiggles out of both your camera and your subjects.
Sometimes getting the wiggles out works, and sometimes at the end of the day, there's still no perfect picture.
Like yesterday, for instance.
Jason, having accrued no sick days or family leave days with his new job, went back to school. We didn't even get to enjoy those three days he did have off because he's had a really terrible cold and has to keep his distance from Addie and me. I'd feel sorry for myself if it weren't for the fact that Jason hasn't been able to hold Addie much since we left the hospital. Talk about miserable.
I knew ahead of time that yesterday was going to be a rough day. I mentally prepared myself to set my expectations low, unlike the last time I was left by myself to care for my newly expanded brood for the first time. I had no plans to exercise, no plans for dinner, no plans to do anything beyond what I already had scheduled.
And what exactly did I have scheduled?
A mother/baby doctor's appointment,
directly followed by a trip to Sydney's school to pick her up,
followed by a drive across town for Sydney's dance class,
followed by a drive back towards home to register and drop off Sydney for AWANA (a favorite church activity),
followed by a drive home to get dinner ready for Jules who has had a stomach bug all week and had two unscheduled "fluid messes" before Sydney had even left for school that morning.
On top of that, Jason was running security at a football game and then had curriculum night at school. Except I forgot about the curriculum night.
So when he got home at 8 pm, and I had been expecting him to get home at 5:30, there was a bit of, um, tension in the air.
The day ended with me taking a bath and lots of Advil in an attempt to reassure my body that I wouldn't be doing this again the next day. Oh, and also? The good news is I have a full tap of milk for Addie. The bad news is--as of yesterday, of course--I have the ability to feed approximately a dozen babies.
Yep, it was a less than perfect day.
But because I had already determined that it was going to be the kind of day that is more of a practice run for other days, the kind of day I don't have to frame and hang on the wall, then somehow it was just a teeny tiny bit more manageable.
There will be countless other picture imperfect days, and that's okay.
Because today was a pretty good one. Extra bonus: the girls were asleep by 7:30 and Jason is getting ready to make me a pumpkin spice latte.
Frame worthy for the Hall of Days?