Bibsey

Today I am linking up with Mummy Mugshot over at Life, Love and Living with Boys. I heard of it first a while ago over here at Mammasaurus Blog and was then inspired more recently by some lovely mother and daughter photos over here at The Oliver’s Madhouse.

The idea is to get out from behind the camera and get into some photos with your children for a change. Isn’t it often true that we are either not in the photo at all or too bloody vain to let the shot see the light of day? I say no more! And I take the Mummy Mugshot pledge:

“From this day forward, I hereby promise that I will feature in at least one photo alongside my child, once a week for the foreseeable future.  I will not worry about my hair, lack of make-up, whether my nose looks big or I have a million chins on show.  I will suck up any self-criticism and smile like a trooper and pull tongues like a good’un.”

OK, so I am not sure what pulling tongues actually involves, but here is my first Mugshot taken yesterday lunchtime. Yes, there’s my arse. I know, I have a thousand chins. My hair needs a wash and a dye job STAT. And of course who can ignore the flower pot growing out of my head?

This was taken on self-timer and, yes, there were better shots of me, but none so nice as this one of both of us. And look at my gorgeous Bibsey.

We had just had a lunchtime ‘picpic’ on the rug outside (this is how we roll in rural Andalucía in February, people) and Bibsey announced that she wanted to ‘feel the sun on her back’ (who in all honesty doesn’t?) so she whipped off most of her clothes and the moment was upon us.

Some may be thinking “Woman, get over yourself. Arse? Chins? Hair? Flower pots? Who gives a dump?” And they would be right. But I know that I am not above high vanity and rigorous, brutal self-editing, so I love this idea, because I want photos of my daughter and me. For me and for her, for the future.

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