We had a little Rose Bowl Party at our house today. Happily for me none of the women who came cared much about football and stayed upstairs with me. Caleb got his hands on my camera and this is what happened:
Annoying, right? But at least he provided proof that it’s not entirely my fault that I don’t have many photos of Hannah. She hates the camera.
Then he had the nerve to blow up my Christmas tree.
Then, to make matters worse, I thought it would be nice, since I’m always the one behind the camera to have MYSELF in a photo, and asked him to take one of me. He did this on purpose; he focused on me, then pointed the camera at Bliss when he snapped it. Jerk.
I think that would have been a good picture of me.