Waaaaay back when Rhys was 14 months old (he's 22 months old now, doncha-know!) Warren picked him up from daycare like any other day, but this time he announced:
Warren: Sooooo.....ya. Today was picture day at daycare.
Amanda: Um. EXCUSE ME? But he was wearing his BUG SHIRT! And I'm pretty sure it has a stain on it! Did you know today was picture day?
Warren: Ya. But I forgot.
This truly felt like failure as a mother. To not commemorate my son's first 'class portrait' by dressing him in a snazzy outfit. Now all I could do was wait and see how it turned out.
Behold:
Rhys 14 months old, First Class Portrait
I have to admit, at the time I was somewhat horrified. His cute little Mona Lisa grin, his adorable little hand gripping the chair arm, his charming little shoes...all overshadowed by his lack-lustre, scrubby clothes.
But now, I love how the portrait captures his sweet young self, and I don't even notice the clothes.
Then when he was 19 months old another photographer was scheduled to come take photos (it's quite the booming business, these portraits). I was not going to let the same thing happen, so a handsome knit sweater did the trick.
I love the 'old school' style of the first portrait, and I love the candid , modern style of the second two. My little man takes a good photo, no matter what his silly mom dresses him in.
