I suffer from a particular brand of FOMO. For me, it’s more like FOMOOPO…fear of missing out on a photo opportunity.
I left straight from work late Friday afternoon for a fun long weekend in New York City with a friend…It’s been crazy busy at home and work and I was looking forward to getting away to one of my favorite places in the world with a friend I haven’t been able to spend much time with lately. The only problem was that I was going to miss out on taking photos of my son dressed up for his first formal dinner dance. As I left for work Friday morning, I said my good-byes and extracted promises from my husband to take lots of photos. From my son I extracted promises to pose nicely for them. If you’re wondering why I’d have to get these assurances, let me present into evidence this:
You’ll notice that this is a pretty old photo…This kind of nonsense has been going on for years.
“Please pose nicely! Do it as a Mother’s Day present for me!” I cajoled. I shamelessly laid it on with a trowel.
Here are a couple photos my husband texted to me:
Check out the size 11 1/2 puppy feet!