That is exactly how I feel about trying to take pictures of my own child.
First, let me recap our afternoon. After Porter’s lovely nap boycott attempt (which was successful, let me add), Ry and I took him to the park before dinner to get him out of the house. Oddly, he was in a pleasant mood, despite not having a nap. We played at the park (by the way… check out who is super brave!)
and then I figured we’d walk over through Ella Sharp Park and see if I could get any decent pictures of Porter. Well, let me just say that trying to do a "session" with your own kid just does NOT work. Porter is numb to every trick I have up my sleeve. I did get him to copy me standing by this barn, but by the time I stepped back and got ready to take the picture, he was off and running.
And don’t get me started on the eye contact and total bershon*ness. This kid will NOT look at me whatsoever, and his expression, I swear, you’d think this kid was lacking a brain.
I’m like, SERIOUSLY…. I’m killing myself here trying to get this kid to stop looking so walking-comatose. And Ryan just…. sits. I give up. I’m hiring someone (ohh… Jennifer….. *wink wink*).
You won’t believe the number of out of focus pictures I have from our 20 minute jaunt. I am not sure I even have anything worthy of being larger than a 5×7. Ugh.