“There’s me. And there’s daddy. There’s grandma!” the 5 year old called out, flicking through the family photos.
“And that is me! And this one. Here is me!” Joins in the 3 year old, flicking quickly past all the unimportant people, aka people that aren’t him.
Eventually, ¾ of the way down a stack of photos that stands higher than the 3 year old, I get the shout “there’s you mummy!” And then again we start with the rote of that’s me, that’s grandma, grandpa, friends, other family members etc.
And I start to feel a bit left out. Sulky even. Why am I always the one taking the photos? Why am I in so few? Okay, so actually I know the answer to that. It’s two fold:
1. I’m a control freak, plain and simple. I don’t like other people being in charge of the camera.
2. I don’t like having my photo taken. I look gormless and dull 90% of the time when other people take my photo.
Why did I not remember these things when I agreed to a family photoshoot with Jo Belfield? Why?
I’m sure that Jo is a wonderful photographer. I’m sure she is, just look at her photos. They look lovely.
She says, gulping worriedly.
But, but, but…, I’ve never been to a family photo shoot before and now all I can envisage are hideous family portraits like these from Awkward Family Photos.
Oh Lord, help me! Have you had a family portrait before? What was it like? Do you have any tips and tricks to stop us looking like fools? Apart from remembering to blink, not wearing head to toe denim or dressing up as Barbie for the day, that is?