My mom was dreaming of a beautiful portrait of her three precious grandchildren together. This is what we got. Linsey wouldn't get in the photos, Abigail kept making a frowny face and crossing her arms, my sister was beet red from yelling at her girls, Jacob just sat like a stone, and Adam bawled his head off crying for his mama. My mom and I stood in a corner laughing our asses off. This was the ONLY time Adam allowed me to sit him down, probably because Abigail had her iron paws wrapped around him so tight he couldn't budge. That photographer lady kept waiting for the "perfect shot" and I was just yelling "take the picture, take the picture" because I knew Adam wouldn't stay there too long and, by golly, I was getting a picture of those grandkids for my mom! I don't think it's what she had in mind, but I love it!
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.