Here is an example of what happens when my inner Mom and my camera addiction butt heads. On one hand I feel like I should tell her to stop jumping on the bed because…well that is what Mom’s are supposed to say (though I admit the only reason I don’t jump on the bed myself is because I don’t want to explain THAT to the ER when I inevitably throw out my back). On the other hand, she looked so happy that I decided that she’s only a kid once and the shots are priceless, there is nothing better then a genuine reaction from kids. Nothing looks worse then a forced smile. Besides, I’ll worry when she starts getting more air in her jumps.


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