Photographers usually defy that old saying, Doctors kids get sick and shoemaker's kids...or whatever. (I've yet to ever visit a shoemaker, though my sandals broke yesterday so I limped ridiculously through the Doctor's office yesterday. Apropos of this story, though I didn't know it then.)
They practice on their kids, they portrait-ize their kids because that's whose first at hand.
I love my kids, but usually I snapshot them. A LOT. But not portrait. They don't stand still for me. I've taken so many pictures of them that they are jaded and whatever now. I don't even take pictures of them. Just 'pics.'
But on the 4th of July, I declared my independence of pics.
It was time to portrait-ize.
And with the help of lots of bribing treats, I got 'em.
And they are the most beautiful children I have ever seen.
I don't stay home with my kids by accident. I do it on purpose. I do it when we're very poor.
(most of the time)
I do it because, look at these faces. I need to see them as much as possible, drink in every moment!
Before they are gone forever.
They take my cheesy breath away.
I love my angels!
(Oh yeah, portraits bring out the angel in them, so I have these so I can look at them on the days when I'm gritting my teeth so tightly the dreams I have about all my teeth shattering are seconds away from becoming reality)
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