We got our photos back from that infamous photo shoot, and you know what? I actually love a lot of them. We took these when Declan was a week old and there's not a single "perfect" family photo. I would've loved some more shots with Ez, but he was having none of it. The only way I managed to get any decent shots of Declan and me was to take a break midway through and go nurse him for half an hour. Oh, and he had a full, stinky diaper in several of those shots. But now we're three weeks into this whole family of four thing and I've accepted that perfection doesn't represent our life right now. The house is messy, the boys wear nothing but diapers most days, and I still haven't figured out how to run errands with these two guys all on my own. There's also a lot of cuteness (and a lot of tears) plus some really sweet awww moments. This is real life. Perfection is overrated.
I've mostly just included my favorite photos, but at the end are a few where you can really see that Joe and I are exhausted. Shell shocked is probably a better word. These two boys wore us down that day, and it shows. I'm assuming one day Joe and I will look back at this and laugh, so I left them in as a little snapshot of us adjusting to life with two boys.
|Are we done yet??|