It’s been a while since I’ve had my picture taken with my daughter. No surprise there. If there is one thing I’ve learned from my friends’ baby blogs — other than the fact that Target’s baby apparel department makes a killing off all of us — is that this is not an uncommon occurrence for us moms, who are usually the enthusiastic picture-takers. Always the photographer, never the star as we deserve to be. Oh, woe is us! So I thought what better way to celebrate Labor Day than to put Mr. Candy to work and have him take a few (dozen) snapshots of us.
I happen to love this one.
What you can’t see is that my husband is behind the camera, making his cheeks — those very same chubby cheeks that Skye inherited — flap in a way I thought only existed in cartoons. Sure, Skye thinks it’s amusing now. But just wait till he does it when her first date comes to the door. While wearing his Taekwondo uniform, no doubt. That’s right — Mr. Candy is a second-degree Black Belt. With BIZARRELY MALLEABLE CHEEKS.
I can’t lie: that one-two punch totally sealed the deal for me. Bad for Skye’s dating life, but good for mama!