Max was giving Maggie some kisses yesterday, and I tried valiantly to capture one on film. I somehow missed out on the actual kissing every time, but I did get some ridiculously adorable mutual gazing.
Sure, like five seconds after this photo, Max accidentally stepped on Maggie's hand, which made her cry, which made
him cry, which touched off my first really stressful hour as a mom of two (climaxing in a giant, earth-altering poo of Maggie's getting smeared everywhere while both children howled and Goblin Cat escaped out the back door in the ensuing chaos, not that I exactly blame her). The nice thing about photographs, however, is that they capture a beautiful moment in time, and neatly edit out the less attractive moments immediately before or after.
Max was giving Maggie some kisses yesterday, and I tried valiantly to capture one on film. I somehow missed out on the actual kissing every time, but I did get some ridiculously adorable mutual gazing.
Sure, like five seconds after this photo, Max accidentally stepped on Maggie's hand, which made her cry, which made him cry, which touched off my first really stressful hour as a mom of two (climaxing in a giant, earth-altering poo of Maggie's getting smeared everywhere while both children howled and Goblin Cat escaped out the back door in the ensuing chaos, not that I exactly blame her). The nice thing about photographs, however, is that they capture a beautiful moment in time, and neatly edit out the less attractive moments immediately before or after.
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Memories also are quite good at editing out the less attractive moments. Luckily you will have this post to remind you (and them).
For some reason as I read the story I pictured Michael Keaton amungst the chaos.
Mike, I had to think about your comment for awhile. I was like, "why would Batman be in our apartment during giant poo time? Or Beatlejuice?" and then finally I realized you must be referencing Mr. Mom.
It would be kinda cool is batman were in our apartment.
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