Every single time we go to Disneyland.
And we go a lot.
The beauty is that they do it.
My girls are pretty easy.
They love being on both sides of the camera.
The boys, however, take some coaxing.
I know that the things that I insist on documenting now will be meaningful to them later in life. But I never say that. They think they are just indulging another of mom’s silly whims.
I know that going to the park as much as we do, their Disneyland memories will all kind of blur together. But I also know that they will treasure these times. I know they will joke – "remember how mom always insisted on taking the Mickey face picture?" And I know they will share that sibling "inside joke" moment.
But they don’t know that I know all this. And I will continue to play dumb. And insist on taking the picture. And I will know that what I’m really doing. . . is making a memory.
And for that, I don’t mind getting a little goofy. =D