You know those moms that take a picture for every single event that happens in their child’s life?

Unfortunately, I am not one of them.

Don’t get me wrong … I take pictures. A lot of pictures. They just aren’t always pictures of significance.

There have been those times … multiple times when people took pictures with actual cameras and not phones (long ago) … and I was that mom that forgot her camera.

Yep. 

I was the one who leaned over to the mom next to me during one of the ten million school programs I’ve had to endure (and when I say “endure” I mean ENDURE sitting through everyone else’s child’s song/poem/memory verse/pledge waiting to just see my own child) and asked if she could get some pictures of my kid while she’s snapping away and then email them to me. 

Yeah. UHHHHH. NOYING.

It’s not like I love my child any less than the next mom, but obviously, the other moms have way more brain power. I, at times, am limited.

There was a moment within the last month where K Belle got the long-awaited driver’s license. Yep. Buuuuuuuut, I have no picture. 

In my defense, I was not the one that took her to get her license. That person shall remain anonymous.

But, I do have this one from when she got her permit. Let’s pretend it’s her license.

Let’s also pretend that her hair is not blondish anymore.