Mother’s Day Outtakes

So I’ve been doing this picture taking on Mother’s Day thing for a few years. You would think that they would notice a pattern.

But they don’t.

So I get stuff like this.

Can you guess who loves me the most? I certainly can.

He was much more preoccupied with his battle wound he received 10 minutes into the Father & Son campout two nights before.

Daily I ask myself, “who is this kid?”

She loves me.

The only picture we could get of the girl sort of smiling.

Such a pleasant, steady girl.

The purpose of this exercise is so it can be documented that I am indeed their mother. I figure this truly is capturing the story of my life. And so it goes.