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Quick note: We're dealing with kids all week long as part of the latest Thematic Photographic theme. Click here to jump in with both feet. Head over here to participate in the latest Caption This. Either way, you'll smile.If you ask my kids, they'll tell you I probably take too many pictures of them. Even though I've never been a fan of the posed shot, and shudder at the prospect of ordering people around to fit my perception of reality, it's not too difficult for a child to become a little self conscious when dear old dad is snapping away at the oddest moments. I get that. I also get that sometimes they want it to be turned off.
But they have so much of my wife in them - the way they look, talk, walk and carry themselves - that I often can't resist picking up the camera and risking their kid-wrath. They'll thank me for it eventually, I tell myself. They don't appreciate the historical value of these pictures, I continue. Then I add a little whipped cream for good measure: they'll make great slide show material when they get married someday.
Okay, let's not go there for a couple of decades, shall we?
About these photos: Zach's on top, Dahlia's next, then Noah takes us home. Sometimes I think I've evolved into the storyteller that I am because we had them, that I wouldn't be anything like the person I am if we hadn't become parents.
Your turn: So, will the grandparents be pleased? How long till they start asking for the next batch of pictures?