Since the Great Hard Drive Crash of ’07, I’ve become keenly aware of the family pictures we still have left. And the number of pictures we have left is small. But even smaller still is the number of pictures we have of me. Which would be none, actually. Unless you count the few photos I didn’t actually take, but wasn’t really in. Well, I was there in body, but not in face. See, I have a lot of hair. (Thank you, Grammy.) I know this, I accept it, I am even, sometimes, grateful. But it tends to take over my head.
I present to you Exhibit A:
And Exhibit B:
So the other day, when I was doing some baking with the boys, I asked Andrew to try and take a few pictures of me so that my children would believe I was ACTUALLY THERE for their childhood. Now, first off, let me just say this. Wives, do not give your husband the camera and say, “Take a few shots with me in them.” Because this is what I got:
Not that I’m not flattered, but he did sort of MISS THE POINT.
Furthermore, I should not have been surprised when the majority of the cooking pictures had my hair as the main attraction. And rest assured, there are no less than twenty other pictures that I am NOT publishing, out of pity for your little eyeballs.
Yea, I know. Buy a hair clip, LL. But it keeps my ears warm…
Anyway, Andrew did manage a few pictures of actual faces:
Some day, when my children are grown, they will try to recall these fuzzy days of their youth. And my biggest fear is that all they’re going to be able to picture of their mother is my hair. Like Cousin Itt on the Addams Family. I suppose, though, that even if they don’t remember what I looked like, I hope my children remember what we did. And I hope those memories are sweet.
By the way, today when I told Andrew to take a picture of Ellen eating her first popsicle, this is what he got:
Fitting, huh?
ok, if *I* had a pututtie like that my hubby could take all the pictures he wanted of it!!!
Wow, this blog is getting too racy for me.
I love it! I love your hair that is. And the butt picture made me laugh because there are countless pictures where Brian was obviously just taking a picture of my butt. You know going through the pics with the fam and what do you know a butt shot for everyone to enjoy! You do have a nic pututtie as rachel stated.
Ahhhh to my “hair sister”. I hear ya and feel your pain. When Jimi and I were newly engaged, he once made a reference to the amount of hair I had in comparison with the guy on the old Fat Albert show with the pink stocking on his head….take a peek and I’m sure you’ll get a giggle – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJ6HqIpoRXM He’s just lucky we were already engaged :0) Smart man to wait.
But as you’ve taught me, we embrace this gift – right?????
At least you have nice hair. And if you were ever in a position where you were sick or for some other reason unable to be in the pictures, you could always use a stand-in (allowing that you could find someone with the same hair).
The pics of you and the boys cooking are great. I love how you get on the floor with them to do some of the work – a great idea for when mine is a bit older.
As usual, you are such a riot, Lora Lynn. Your hair really is lovely, by the way.
This post had me laughing. Then I had 3 thoughts:
First – You have lovely hair.
Second – Cooking with the kids on the floor is brillant!
Then I thought – your floors must be a heck of lot cleaner than mine..
cheers!
Okay.. first of all, I realize this is an ancient post, but I’m new here so that’s my excuse. Second of all, I hate it when people post comments on blogs that are little more than a link to a post on their own blog… that said I am going to share a link to a post on my blog. ummyeah. It’s one of my fave posts. It’s shamelessly ridiculous and it makes me laugh every single stinkin’ time I see it (which is probably why it’s a fave.) So here ya go… you might want to save it for when you are in need of a snicker http://tomatosoupcake.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-i-get-my-hair-cut.html