Ollie and Twain would not fall asleep tonight in their room, so John threw Twain in the pack-n-play in our room to fall asleep.
And I walked into the room a few minutes later, only to find the happiest baby alive. Or most naughty.
He looked up at me and giggled.
I tickled him. And he beamed at me. These are the moments I cherish. I grabbed my camera.
It was pretty dim in my room, so I used my flash, and thought to myself "this is gonna be one of my favorite pictures of Twain, regardless of the lighting".
Cruddy pictures. Gotta love them. A lost dying art in this day and age of fancy digital cameras.
Remember the pictures our parents took?(Hi mom and dad. You took GREAT pictures;)
These are the memories that I'm gonna look back on with the biggest smiles. Not the perfectly posed pictures.