I have been trying for a little over two years to take a family photo.
It is so embarrassing to visit relatives who haven’t received a family photo since the new millennium.
They always ask, “Where’s the baby that you just had?”
To which I reply, “Oh, him. Here he is,” and my six-year-old walks in the room.
It is not that I don’t like taking more pictures; it is that my family is so hard to get together.
Not to mention, once we get together, there is usually a problem with cooperation. We have run a lot of photographers off. So, which photographer this year would be willing to take the chance?
It is not an easy task.
I have to make sure that son number one does not have a basketball game that day and, of course, that his afro has been recently trimmed.
Then sons number two and three have to be “available” and not have any scratches or bruises from any recent fights they might have had.
Son number four never wants to take a picture when he has a missing tooth, which seems to be every three or four weeks.
Please don’t let either of the teenage sons have a pimple. They would run from the camera.
I almost forgot, we have to make sure that dad is not out of town on business.
The suggestion from son number three to use a cardboard picture of him as a fill-in has crossed my mind a few times.
Lastly, I have to make sure my eyebrows don’t need waxing and that my relaxer is doing it’s job.
So, all the moons and stars must have aligned with the earth’s stratosphere because we actually were able to take a family photo recently.
Outside of son number three, looking in the wrong direction several times, and son number two complaining that his “smile” was tired, and sons number one and two trying to look “grown up,” it was fun.
We actually made it through the ordeal. Thanks to our photographer extraordinaire, Lisa Lanbrum of Rememorys.com, who I highly recommend.
I hope we don’t wait until son number one is getting married to take another family picture.
Thanks for sharing.