It don’t matter what you look like…
Our little home recently developed a new obsession for the new Disney flick The Princess and the Frog and while I can tell you that Mama Odie has some good advice, the best for me has been that what you want isn’t necessarily what you need.
I wanted a sleepy shot of my little K (or should I say Big Baby… she literally reminds me of Big Baby from Toy Story 3… but that’s another story altogether) and I wanted it in my newly found pram at sunset. Why? Because I so loved the shot of my neighbour’s little stink I couldn’t stand not to have one for myself. So even though the porkchop is all of 8 weeks (waaaay out of range of newborn baby-ness), even though we originally trecked a good 10 minutes to reach the pram shot destination all the while carrying car seats, blankets and cameras, and even though I couldn’t get away without my older 2 babes (both of which have no interest in mommy’s wants) we headed out this evening. As I sat on a huge stone in the parking lot of a nearby park watching the sun dip down lower and lower while simultaneously trying to soothe a hungry 8 weeker and scream at my kids to either stop plummeting themselves off an equally large and dangerous looking stone or go screaming through the parking lot it occurred to me that I may not get the shot. It also occurred to me that I had inadvertently brought along the portable DVD player with a copy of The Incredibles inside…. can you tell it’s been a movie kind of summer since porkchop’s arrival?
I’d already relented to parking the pram in a nearby walkway vs. the field located a 10 minute hike away and looking down into those big blueberry eyes, I could see I would also need to relent to photographing an awake babe or not photographing one at all. But I WAAAANTED the sleeping shot. I did. However I’d also expended a significant amount of energy packing up prams and blankets, cameras and three kids in car seats… all with shoes on…. imagine. So I plopped miss K down, prayed she wouldn’t attempt to catapult herself out of the pram, readjusted her to make sure she couldn’t even if she tried and started snapping. And you know what? What I WAAAANTED… it wasn’t what I needed. (Oh Mama Odie… you learned a thing or two in your 130 odd years of life). Apparently what I needed was to see that sweet smiling little pixie face all mixed in with sunset tones and a beautiful setting regardless of it’s proximity to an oversized recycling bin. I love this image so much more than I could have loved yet another sleepy shot of my new love bub. And there’s still time for sleeping ahead…. plenty of it. (Insert diabolical evil laugh here… implying I will in fact get my shot at some point. … We’ll see. We’ll see.)
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