Short end of the stick

I have been thinking that I don't have a lot of photos of Cooper, and I was feeling a little bit bad about it. I haven't been taking my camera out too much lately. I've been shopping online for furniture, then assembling said furniture. We still don't have blinds in our house - so I'm looking for those.

Last Sunday Guy asked how many days until the baby comes. I estimated at most, 78 (we were in the car and Rob was driving, so I had time to count). That's going to come faster than we all know it. And there's Christmas in there - yikes!

This morning Rob and Guy left to do an Air Force service project for a little while this morning. I decided it would be a great time to take some photos of Cooper. However, this is what he thought, apparently. 

I got lucky, and got one good one, of over 20.

I'm never sure if I like things in color or black and white better. I really love black and white.

This week I've been looking for photos to print and frame for our walls (I haven't hung a thing on the walls yet. While looking through photos Rob and I had an idea . . . we're going to dedicate a wall to "outtakes." Most of which will include Cooper crying, messy food, and stuff like that. Maybe we'll do it up the stairs.

I'm feeling less bad about having photos of Cooper, though - because I DO have photos, he's just crying in more than half of them. It's a little ironic because Cooper is our ultra social-wants everybody's attention-loves making people laugh and smile-but apparently hates the camera child. And Guy is the photogenic one who loves the camera.