Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sacrafices must be made.

I'm sure I've never mentioned it because I carry my burden so well but, being a parent can be quite the beating. Take Friday night for instance; Chad and I took the kids to the Halloween Spooktacular. 

We buy tickets, drive thirty minutes, wait in a loooonnng line to park, traverse a long dusty walk to the entrance, buy additional tickets for kids' friends, lose children, find children, buy additional tickets for bouncy houses, spend $75 dollars on gross fair food, share back-washed water with Jack, use a porta potty, get smacked in the face with a play axe by Luke, tell Lily to stay with us fifty-eight thousand times, carry Jack seven and a half miles, get smacked in the arm with a play axe by Luke, take forty-eight photos that yield about eight photos that make it almost worth it (taking the porta potty bit out of course).
   
Peace fingers? I die.
Notice the shared smile? A bit blurry, but perfect.
 This is possibly the most accurate depiction the evening, especially Luke.

2 comments:

shell said...

mothering at its finest. especially when coupled with your instagram post that reads (correct me if I'm wrong)... and I quote... "Best job in the world." So i guess i'm asking, photography is the best job?

shell said...

oh and p.s. thanks for giving my kid a lifetime of memories. really. i owe you - a bag of candy or something.