This was our best picture:
I wish I was kidding.
"Baby crying? Wind in my face? Maybe I'll pick my nose."
I had Rocky setting up the girls, while I took the pictures and after a
few bad shots, I made him trade me places, as he said, "You just thought
you would swoop in and fix everything." That's exactly what I thought--I'm a mother, that's what I do all day.
I made it worse.
"Help me!"
I gave up.
I call this one, "Is it worth letting my sister fall on her face to get me out of these pictures?"
Apparently, the time frame of 'hair in your face driving you to tears,' is only as long as it takes your mom to give up and let you get in you swim suit.
Ten minutes later, with half the beach on her face, she's totally fine.
I'm not giving up. I will get these pictures and the sooner Elie and Vi realize this, the better.





