Photogenic
“Who’s this handsome boy?” I wondered as I was handed a packet photos. I knew I was looking at a picture of my son, but…wow! I agree I may be biased, but still…
Baby Brother had taken his first professional photos and he obviously knows a thing or two about posing. He’s never posed like that for my camera but seemed to recognize the need to strike a pose for these photos. I look at each photo, amazed. And I feel guilty. Guilty that his first professional photographs came from his daycare’s Picture Day.
Month after month, hubby has asked said “let’s schedule a family photo at Sears”. I say “yeah yeah” and neither of us do anything about it. Baby Brother’s one already and I’m still saying “yeah yeah”. With our first, we visited the studio every 3 months and got family portraits in addition to the Darling Angel’s individual photos. I remember these were lenghty sessions with the photographer trying to get her to look at the camera. We would all stand behind the camera rattling noisy toys, clapping, goofing off, to make her look at us and smile. We would eventually get a nice pose. I don’t think as much effort went into school photos because those always came back with her looking upset, pouty lips included. But we always purchased the photos anyway - all of them.
But this, Baby Brother’s photos, were something else. Calm, regal, he seemed highly aware of his composure, he exhibited great poise. “I’m sorry I’ve denied you of many previous trips to the photo studio”, I say to the photo in my hand. “Please forgive me”.
Hubby looks at the photos later that evening. He utters only one word, “Amazing!”
The following morning, he asks me “Can we enter these pictures in some competition? Is there some parenting mag that’s running a contest?” Apparently, he had gone back to look at the photos in the middle of the night and the great idea had struck him.
Then he added “It’s amazing how much he looks me!” I agreed.
