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This past Sunday was Mother’s Day, and Facebook was flooded with pictures of people with their moms.

My friends had some really great pictures of both themselves with their mothers as well as with their children.

And it occurred to me as I was looking at all these pictures that I have very few pictures of myself with the kids, both as a group and individually.

Part of this is because we moms tend to be the ones documenting things and are on the other side of the camera.

But for me, I think a bigger part of it is that I don’t want to look like shit in pictures.

I’m older than I used to be, I’m heavier than I used to be, I’m wrinklier than I used to be, and there are less and less flattering angles these days.

But my kids won’t care about any of that stuff in ten or twenty or fifty years.

They won’t be bummed about how thin or fresh faced I look.

But they’ll be bummed if they are looking for a picture of the two of us when they were kids and they can’t find any.

So I was thinking about this, and I was thinking about a friend of mine who is a photographer, and last year she did a photo project where she took a picture of a moment with one of her kids every day for a year. And at the end of the year, she had 365 pictures of her kids.

She wasn’t in most of the pictures (or maybe even any of them), but it got me thinking.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to take a picture a day.

And I don’t want to feel pressured to take a picture a day.

But I definitely want to have more pictures of myself with the kids than I do now (which isn’t really that grand of a goal because I hardly have any as it is).

So I’m done worrying about angles and how fat or old I look.

Instead, I’m focusing on giving my kids some memories to look back on.

Like this one:

That was actually taken on Mother’s Day night. Number 6 had a loose tooth that he wouldn’t let anyone pull out. It had turned almost sideways.

He’s the kind of kid who won’t let you touch the damn tooth at all. No matter how loose it is.

But it was so bad that I couldn’t take it anymore.

So when he was in the bathtub, I snuck my hand into his mouth real quick when he wasn’t expecting it and flicked that little f *cker right into the water.

He cried because he couldn’t find the tooth. But then he found it under his butt, and he thought that was funny, and we all had a good laugh.

It was a moment for all of us because Number 6 had been looking like a jack-0-lantern for a long time and we all just wanted to pull that damn tooth out.

Then today I got this picture:

Number 7 had her kindergarten music concert.

It’s the last kindergarten concert I’m gonna watch. Number 7 was hilariously loud.  I’m so glad I got this picture! And it’s not a big deal, but it’s a picture I wouldn’t have taken a week ago.

Another milestone documented.

I’ll be honest. I’m having a hard time not focusing on all my imperfections in every picture I take.

But every time my brain goes there, I give myself a reminder about what it really is I should really be focusing on.

It’s not the wrinkles and the pounds and the angles.

It’s the memories in the pictures, and the memories I’m preserving for my kids.

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Just your typical morning.

My big family post has been circulating around Facebook the past couple days.

One of the things I mentioned in it is how we are always rushing.

And I realized I forgot to share a little story.

My mornings are all pretty crazy, but Wednesdays, in particular, are especially crazy.

I usually go to a spin class at 5:45 a.m.

Then I come home, get everyone breakfast, load everyone in the car, drop Number 3 off at school at 7:45 for band, get back home in time for Number 4 and 5 to get on the bus, and then drop off Number 7 at preschool at 9:00.

Last Wednesday was even crazier because I had Number 4’s winter concert at 9:30, so I needed to look presentable, which meant I’d need to take a shower somewhere in between all the drop offs.

Luckily, my husband didn’t have to leave super early for work that day, so he offered to drop Number 3 off for band.

I jumped in the shower right after I got home from spin class before my husband left with Number 3.

I took a couple extra minutes in the shower since my husband was still home. I enjoyed the hot water. I think  I might have even shaved something.

When I got out of the shower, there was not one kid standing there pointing at my pubes or using my toothbrush or smearing deodorant on a mirror.

It was nice.

What I had thought was going to be a super crazy morning, was turning out to actually be a tiny bit relaxing. I even had time to moisturize.

I came out of the bedroom feeling refreshed and calm and clean. The holy trinity of feelings.

And I heard yelling.

I walked into the kitchen. My husband handed me a roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner.

And this is the conversation that took place:

Husband: Number 4 just threw up on her ladder.

Me: What???

Husband: Here are some paper towels. I have to go.

Number 3: Dad! COME ON! We’re going to be late!

Me: What happened?

Number 4: MOM! I THREW UP ON MY LADDER!

Me: Are you sick?

Number 4: NO! DAD MADE ME EAT HIS OATMEAL!

Husband: SHE DID NOT EAT ANY OATMEAL!

Number 4: YES I DID! AND IT MADE ME PUKE!

Number 3: DAD!!!

Husband: I have to go. She did not eat any oatmeal.

Number 7: Did Number 4 fwow up? Wheyah is the fwow up?

Number 6: Wheyah is the fwow up? I want to see it!

Me: Nobody go in Number 4’s room!

Everybody immediately runs into Number 4’s room.

Me: Get away from the ladder!

Number 5: SHE THREW UP ON MY DOLL! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! WWWWWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY DDDDDOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! THERE’S THROW UP ON MY DDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

Me: We can wash the doll.

Number 5:AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! WWWAAAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Number 6: I wanna see the fwow up!

Number 7: I wanna see the fwow up!

Number 5: MMMMYYYYYYYYY DDDOOOOOLLLLLLLLL! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

With 5 minutes until Number 4 and 5 had to get on the bus, I cleaned up the ladder, depuked the doll, and got Number 4 and 5 outside.

I was sweating and out of breath and ready for a drink.

So much for that holy trinity.

And that’s the way it goes in this big family.

You learn to expect the unexpected.

Sometimes the unexpected is a couple bonus minutes to enjoy a shower.

Other times it’s some puke on a ladder. It’s like a perpetual surprise party.

And it’s not a great party anyway until somebody pukes.

So it’s all good.

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