Hey, would you look at that? I’m not dead, just a total slacker. More on that later. But for now, before it’s officially the end of the holidays, here’s one last taste of Christmas from Ginger (aka Spicey Mom), one of our all-time favorite World’s Worst Moms. While these pictures probably won’t end up on AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com, she might be able to use them in a martial arts instruction manual.
Happy New Year Everybody!!
I’ve always wondered how my friend with four kids manages to get at least one picture with all her kids more or less smiling, at the camera. I can’t even get the two I have to smile, let alone look at me while taking pictures.
Today I hang my head in shame at the loss of complete control while trying to take the annual picture of the kids in front of the tree. The picture I want to put on our Holiday Cards. I even bought special outfits for the kids. I spent an extraordinary large amount on an elephant dress for Cookie, because I liked it, and I knew she would, too. I special ordered a red sparkly “horsie” shirt for Jelly, whom I am now calling Biscuit, since I heard another Mom refer to her child as that, and thought it would be cute to have a “Cookie” and a “Biscuit.”
The girls were cute, Cookie all dolled up in her Angel halo and hair out of her face for once because she had a “dance” recital in a Christmas play. . . a whole other post on that later. But would these little demon children look at me? Would they stop playing for one minute with all the Christmas decorations that have been out for two weeks? Would they sit still? Will my camera please just take pictures and stop trying to recognize fricken’ faces? After about the 20th shot and not one good photo where both or either are even remotely looking towards me I loose it.
“STOP! SIT STILL. LOOK AT ME. DARN IT! SMILE. STOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP GETTING UP FOR PEET’S SAKE. STOOOOOOPPPPPPP.”
I am now seething. Cookie says, “Mommy, can you stop yelling please.” Me to self, “I am the worst Mommy ever.” To Cookie, “Sorry sweetie, we’re almost done. . . can you just please look at me instead of playing. . .”
And then of course when I tell Cookie to hug her sister. . . the result is a headlock. And then the tugging of the hair accessories and then they were done, and so was I.
*Photos by Spicey Mom