I said in my last post that I wasn't actually trying to torture my kids with the mall fountains, that they did kind of like them. Well, I shouldn't imply I don't ever torture them. Because I do.
Case in point...
Sometimes Lukie and I go together to get Clara when she wakes up from her nap (sometimes Lukie does it alone, but he'd really rather I be there to change her diaper). And sometimes I put Luke in her crib with her.
Clara's usually not too hot on the idea...
|Guess which one likes this and which one doesn't|
But it always has potential for some great pictures. And isn't that what it's all about?
|Ok, I'm free. Let me try to break you out.|
With Clara's blinds up, I noticed some great light. So the quick crib shots turned into a mini-photo shoot.
|You'd rather I not eat this carpet fuzz? Yum!|
|The many faces of Luke, aka Bruisy Face|
|I threw this in just to show how 99% of my photos turn out|
So because the sibling crib torture wasn't enough, nor was the impromptu photo shoot (which is always a kid fave), I decide to put Clara in her hamper...
|Are you serious, Mom?|
|What? Let this bother me? A hamper's like my second home.|
Clara was unrattled. So what's a mother to do? She puts her other baby in, of course...
And it was going quite well until...
|Cute, even when they're fighting|
...the quarters got a bit cramped.
And on that note... we went about our business as a normal family. You know, like getting Clara that bottle she'd been asking for.
My poor kids.