I went ahead and charged my camera battery, just to see what would happen. I put it back in the camera as I was walking into my bedroom, then took the lens cap off and pointed at my messy unmade bed. Pressed the shutter button and CLICK. Then again, CLICK. I still don’t think it was the battery, though. I think my Canon was sending me a warning, Screw Instagram! Use me OR ELSE.
Here’s my Soph on her 5th grade promotion day:
And here’s me, at just about the same age in a similar pose, thirty years ago:
Damn, I loved that jacket. I can’t believe I let a parrot sit on it. Is it not the most 1982 thing ever? What you can’t tell from the photo is that the sleeves zipped off so it became a vest. Sigh. I wish it were still around for the girls to wear.
I never realized that Sophie had inherited my teeth. And, weirdly enough, MY orthodontist is going to be the one putting on her braces if enough of her baby teeth fall out before he retires. And, on the day she gets her braces on, I’ll be taking her photo. With my Rebel.