The Paparazzi

I seem to be having a hard time getting photos taken. I know it seems like a simple problem. A solvable one even. I'm not sure if I'm spending too much time trying not to lose my kids, or if I'm getting lazy...


But holy smoke...


My sweet husband even got me a new camera for my birthday (notice there was not one single post about my birthday and how old I now am...lets just say, I forgive you for not sending me 40 black balloons.). 

I love the camera and it is exactly what I wanted. A simple camera, but an upgrade from what I have. I have even used it...a lot. Yet it is hard to prove.


Here enter the need for Paparazzi.


I had an awesome lunch with my sister and mom yesterday. Not one photo.
We had friends over this weekend - eating and swimming and enjoying the new pool. Not one photo.
A-Dog had a game on Saturday. Not one photo.


Do you see a pattern?


I even had the new camera at the game on Saturday and never pulled it out. The game was so awful and the mere thought of recording one memory of it seemed wrong. It was a loss for the record books because I don't think any other team has given up that many runs in one game. Y@rd Dogs are in first place for runs given up....if there is a medal for that, we would get a big one.


But I digress.


What I need is a Paparazzi.


They could follow me and my gang around. Photograph us. Heck, they can even post to my blog and I could write the story of what is going on in the picture.


Like this: 

My guess is that my Paparazzi should be older than 3 or 6. 


Because what can I really say about these 2 photos? My children have fingers that are larger than their heads?


Just sayin'.