It's What I Asked For . . . I guess

My sister and I often joke that because we are always taking the pictures of our family we are never in them. So, I handed Ben the camera this weekend and asked him to use it for a while. It's not that I want pictures of myself for my own sake. It's because if something were to happen to me while my children are young I'd like them to have pictures to remember me by. I'd like them to know that even if they don't remember the things we did together as a family, Mommy was in fact present. Perhaps I think this way because my own mother died young. But nonetheless, it's how I think. So Ben took the camera, understanding my desire, and this is what I got.
I laughed when we got home and downloaded the pictures to the computer and found these. This is all of the pictures. This isn't exaaaactly what I had in mind; but he did take pictures of me, didn't he?

Yep, kids. Mommy was there!

The fact that I'm even posting should communicate that I don't want these pictures taken for my own sake. There is nothing flattering about them. Ha! I'm posting them because I think it's so funny and I know my sister will find the humor in it too!

I love to laugh

I love to laugh and this did it for me, perhaps because it's late and I'm tired.

"When I was a kid, we didn't have padding under our jungle gyms. We had rocks.

We didn't have safety belts on our swing sets. The whole goal was to get as high as you could, then launch yourself into the stratosphere.

We rode our bikes without helmets. Without shoes. Sometimes without clothes.

We played in creeks, ran through abandoned houses, went dam sliding, jumped on trampolines, ran our go-karts straight into oncoming traffic, and played with BB guns, with half the time spent pumping them up 'cause we'd heard you could take out an eye.

We parachuted out of trees with bedsheets, threw lawn darts at each other, and had no sunblock, so we got burned to a crisp. Summer officially started when the first kid turned as red as a thermometer. Then we had peeling parties.

We blew up Barbie dolls with M-80s, we ran with scissors, and our Halloween costumes were made of asbestos.

But for safety, our moms made us wait an hour after we ate before we went swimming."

by Humorist Robert G. Lee. Reader's Digest September 2010