This is why.
THIS IS WHY!
This is why I don't have any good pictures of me and my beeb together and am forced to try take them myself while bending my elbows in ways they don't bend.
time: 6:55 pm
place: my living room.
occasion: Mother, Mother & baby all dressed up about to attend a baby shower. Woop, woop.
my thoughts: "Oh, look, we're all ready to attend Evie's last baby shower! And look! Evie is in a dress and she hasn't pooped on it yet! And I showered today (twice, almost!) and my Mama is here! I want a picture of this!" (could you handle any more explanation points?!)
So, I hand G the camera and say "Babe, love of my life, dearest husband GJO, please take a picture of us"
And he takes the camera from me, snaps a picture, looks at it and says "done".
And i think to myself "swell", but ask him to take a few more, for good measure.
And then I come home hours later and look at the picture.
You know, the picture he originally snapped.
The one he thought was the picture
And the picture is this picture.
FOR THE LOVE!
Luckily, I also found this picture:
Ps. I wrote this entire post in all lower case letters and then realized it and had to go back and capitalize because I am now too crazy to accept a lower-case post in my life. Fun, fun.