The Art of the Perfect Mother’s Day Photo

We haven’t exactly mastered it yet.

There are only small windows of photo opportunities with toddlers, who’d much rather be running into heavy traffic than posing with mom.  Our window had opened two seconds prior to this shot when Skye briefly took a break to rest between wails.  Unfortunately, Mr. Candy cannot take a picture without first saying, “Okay.  Ready?”  By which point I knew Skye would have mustered enough energy to return to her duties as an uncooperative toddler, leading me to scream:



Twenty seconds after this shot was taken, Skye threw herself on the ground because she wasn’t keen on the idea of getting in the car (which would shut down her mission of playing real-life Frogger on Sunset Boulevard) — and whacked her face on the corner of Mr. Candy’s car door, just narrowly missing her eye.  Yeah, that’s going to leave a nice shiner.

Ah, sweet, sweet Mother’s Day memories.

At least I convinced Mr. Candy to let me “cheat” on bed rest (only two weeks to go, anyway) and go out for brunch, the first time I’ve gone out for a meal in seven weeks.  Naturally, I insisted on lying on the ground, head propped up on a chair cushion, while I hungrily shoveled scrambled eggs into my mouth with my hands and asked the server “What the heck are those frozen blocks in my water?” — as the other patrons looked at me funny.  RUDE.  Geesh.  As though they’ve never seen a bedridden pregnant lady freshly released into civilization before.

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Candy Kirby

Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. A humor columnist for Disney, Nickelodeon, Scary Mommy, Reductress and Redbook, she also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats, the latter of whom are the real brains behind this operation (so send all complaints to them).

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  • They never mention in the owners manual that you need to start training months in advance for “picture day”. You know, when you take the kids to walmart or sears to have a portrait package taken, trying to work around their naps and make sure that they don’t get their clothes dirty and make sure they’re not cranky and make sure they look like they’re straight out of an Anne Geddes photo shoot. That’s Olympic caliber stamina needed for that job. For a picture that is in no way indicative of your reality. Good times.

  • I have a few pictures like this 🙂 And can I tell you how much I love jean jackets on toddlers? I guess I already did – anyway, love it!

  • – All your pictures are fbluaous. The yawning baby (all the kids pictures in fact). Wanted to say I am not a photographer, but I have a business that uses photographs. I wanted to do a plate with pictures of jelly beans or easter eggs and I loved the shot you took of the plastic eggs. Please see what I mean at The flowers would make a fantastic set of dishes. You know I’m not a photographer when I say What’s a macro? JanMarch 27, 2008 10:27 am