What does one do exactly once they have discovered that they have ripped their pants? Having never experienced this madness before, I have to ask...
Ready for a good laugh? You got it!
Picture this: I'm on the ground crawling around like I normally do when I am photographing babies (you aren't paying me to be pretty, after all;) My pants get dirty, my knees get scraped, I get a light cardio workout and it's the usual fun and active photo session sha-bang. And then I hear it. A rip. I'm pretty sure it's discreet...but upon further investigation I recognize the fact that this could be very very bad. Problem is...I'm not exactly sure when it first happened? I know the extent of the damage now, but when did it begin? Was it when I was lunging up and down and chasing this sweet babe on the grass? Was it when I was crawling flat on my stomach in the road? Was it when I asked this cute family to excuse me while I did a back flip for fun? Er...wait...maybe that wasn't this time...
But regardless, I ripped my pants and well...I felt a little bit embarrassed. Maybe. Kinda. Definitely. But then I had a choice to make. I could either point it out and flaunt my rip like the dare-devil in me and we could all gather 'round the campfire laughing over chai tea, or I could discreetly pretend that they didn't notice and leave like nothing had ever happened. I chose to leave like nothing had ever happened. And I am pretty sure they were cool with that.
You guys were cool with that, right?
Ahhh...I love my job. Totally worth it.
Even though they WERE my favorite pants. heehee.
I just might be a tad jealous of these lusciously long eyelashes!
This kiddo was incredibly good. And well, need I say how adorable?
Definitely worth it.
Still...I might be doing a Nacho Libre thing from now on. Stretchy pants it is!
And have you seen this? My husband and kiddos said I should share it. Good idea;)