Four Year Pictures

On October 6th Andrew will turn four. Seriously!?! In just a little under a month my little boy is turning four. I feel a strong case of denial coming on here. I wonder how he'd take it if I swaddled him and stuck a bottle in his mouth? Probably wouldn't go over too well . . .

Anyway, every year I spend much dinero to get his pictures taken by a professional, but this year I decided that before I hauled the child to Austin, licked my hand and slicked down his cowlick, and forced him to smile for a stranger, I would give the whole picture taking thing a go myself. I did this for a few reasons. One, we're trying to save money when and where we can. Two, I really wanted to get some more "natural" shots of him, and my parents live on the river (I say "the" as if you know which one I'm talking about) and have some great picture taking spots. Three, Patrick and I both have cameras that were a big investment (his is a Digital SLR and mine is Panasonic Lumix Point and Shoot, super zoom, blah, blah, blah, etc.) so it would make sense for us to actually put those suckers to good use.

I ended up taking all of the pictures with my camera, because someone (ahem, my husband) wouldn't give up the other camera, and all of his pictures turned out goofy. Overall, I was really pleased. I mean I'm not going to quit my day job, but I think I got some frameable prints.

Because he is such a huge superhero fan we started out in the Superman shirt.

That's Anthony, my nephew. I'm not hiding some kid in the closet that no one knows about.

From this point on he was over it. Which is why the pictures aren't in focus, and there's a stick involved.

"Hey Mom, watch me I'm a inja." Yes I meant to type "inja".

 

"Don't mess with me . . . I've got a stick and I know how to use it!"

So there you have it. Not too shabby huh? If you disagree keep it to yourself. We'll all be happier that way. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner crying over some of my child's preemie clothes.