Friday, October 16, 2009

Paparazzi

Sometimes I climb over the gate and hop downstairs to "check the laundry" while the kids are still upstairs playing (or if you're Abby eating tissues and if you're Grayson stabbing Sadie in her sternum with his plastic sword.) Sometimes I just need a breather. Some personal space. Two minutes without baby saliva or answering "why did that thing make that noise the other day ago."

No matter how enthralled they are with their respective game or toy this is what I come back to find. Every time.




















I feel like Madonna. Or at least Kathy Griffin.

6 comments:

Cristie Ritz King said...

This is the greatest picture I have ever seen.
So true.

pajama mom said...

love it! they have an "our gang" look going on...

Monica said...

I love that picture. Funny that when you leave the room there is nothing interesting going on in there.

One Sided Momma said...

cris, thank you! too bad it's blurry but somehow the look still comes across. i grabbed my camera, point, and shot to catch them before they dissolved away into something else.

pjmom, as in the little rascals? yes, i see it. the only thing missing is sadie's circle around one eye. photoshop time.

monica, thanks! so true. it's only fun to wreak havoc when you're getting yelled at evidently.

pajama mom said...

yes, little rascals. :)

Tracy G said...

I was kinda wondering if you walk around each day with your camera around your neck!?!?!?!? I mean, how can you possibly capture such moments?????
I love the looks on their faces. Almost like..."Hey guys, I hear foot steps...quick, get to the couch!". LOL!
xoxo