I really, really, really, REALLY hate taking pictures. Mostly, because I am not very good at it. If I can look awkward, weird or slightly hideous in a picture, I somehow manage to accomplish this. In person? I’m pretty-average and what I would describe as “not so bad”, but pictures are my kryptonite. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), I am now blogging and that requires a lot more visual content. When I read real-life stories, I want to know what the people look like. The bonus to this is that I am learning to put my ego aside, and I will have more for Garnett in the future to look back on. Let’s face it, I am extremely unimportant in the grand scheme of things and my I know from experience that I miss out when I can’t look back. Prime example of my ego getting in the way? My pregnancy photos. There are like two (at most). At the end I had pitted edema (which just means I was carrying excess water on my body and legs). I honestly had no ankles. I gained 18 pounds in one week because of water weight, and now? I have no proof. I would give a million dollars (ok, I so totally don’t have that) to have those pictures for myself and for my daughter. Lest you not believe me, I have kindly attached a typical photo of me. As I find them, I will attach more gems for your added pleasure.
Left: Sunburn necklace from the zoo which shows off my awesome ability to do weird things to myself unintentionally? Check.
Right: Awkward smile? Check.