Bunny Pictures

Every year, The Country Club Plaza puts out the big bunnies and other giant animals – turtles, lions, swans and the like – to celebrate Easter. And every year, we take the kids to the Plaza armed with cameras to get our obligatory bunny pictures. I also have delusions every year that when we take the kids down there, they will be perfect little angels, smile and pose for the camera, and we will get wonderful pictures.

Apparently, I’ve been smoking crack. You would think by now I would know to expect crazy children who act like the camera is trying to steal their souls, the way they scream and run when they see it.

Things actually started out very well. We got a couple of great shots of me with each of the children.

Then Eric continued his streak of taking great pictures with the kids, so I got one of him with both children looking human.

That’s really about it. Things went downhill from there. We took about 20 pictures, and the three above about covers the good shots. (Except for one that I’m saving for Wordless Wednesday.)

All I wanted was a picture of me with the two kids. A decent one. You may remember that I tried that at Halloween . . . and Christmas. No luck. So, I thought maybe the third time was a charm and an Easter pic would be perfect.

This was the best shot.

I was afraid people were going to think we were abusing Georgia with her high-pitched screams. Eli was running around the fountains like a crazy person, and when we could manage to drag him over for a picture, he looked completely and utterly bored.

My frustrations lapsed into a stream of curses. That got me very surly looks from the other parents who were there with their perfectly coifed and posing children. We decided to cut our losses and go to Latteland for coffee. When I ordered from the young guy at the counter, I asked if they had children’s drinks. He gave me a very blank stare and said “Uhhhhhhh . . . . water.”

You would have been proud of me. I didn’t smack him.