Micah and I have not had professionally taken pictures of our family since Dec. 28, 2004. That was our wedding day. Nearly 7 years ago. The only other professional pictures we have are from an impromptu photo-shoot my sister-in-law did when she and my brother were visiting us just after Squish was born. It was mostly of the boys. I was still halfway in my pajamas. My hair was fresh from the pillow. (Thankfully I was only in one or two shots.) And while I do have a decent camera and I’m able to get some pretty good photos of the boys sometimes, there still aren’t any of us as a family.
The problem is this: We are very picky. And we don’t want to pay anything for pictures. So while we look through awesome family-photography and say, “Yeah, that’s pretty good, but I don’t really care for that style . . . ” it’s really just a way to make ourselves feel better about the fact that we are pretty Scrooge-ish about the family photography business. Meaning that we pinch pennies and end up . . . looking like we pinch pennies. Or looking like we don’t get pictures taken at all, which is actually more accurate. We have grand visions and discriminating tastes, but not a thing to back it up. (What I really want is my old friend Diana to come to Brooklyn to take our photos. I would gladly pay full price for her to catch us as she has done so well with so many other families.)
But that is going to change. I’m putting my foot down. Our kids are old enough that I don’t feel that the photos will be outdated in a month because the baby has grown so much since then. We are a real family and we have a lot of fun together and I want proof of it hanging all over our walls. So look for cool family pics in this space . . . sometime in the next . . . (let’s be realistic) year. Hold me to it, people.