Last Saturday was photo day at hockey practice. The coaches and some parent helpers wrangled all of the kids into poses in front of the net, while a volunteer photographer took shots of each player. I imagine that it was a long and cold couple of hours for her.
But, oh dear lord, it was worth it.
You guys, that isn’t even the best photo though. I watched rink side as the coach tried to take my kid, who is all about expressing himself with his face, and maneuver him into what eventually turned into that photo up there. The path to that photo though? Awesomer than awesome.
It turns out that what I find to be incredibly frustrating when *I* am trying to take a photograph of Jack, I find endlessly hilarious when he does it for other people.
Here is his first photo:
This is photo two, after the coach got him into a hockey pose:
Eventually they got him to face the right direction and retract the tongue.
It’s hard to maintain the crazy for so long though, so eventually Jack eased into a smile.
And then he morphed into the kid you see here, who is actually sort of disturbingly mature looking. I’m a little distressed about the growing taller, older, and into a dude that I am seeing in him. I swear that he was six years old yesterday.
That said, lovely as the above photo is, I might prefer the first one. It has more…personality.