Since I leave to go on my photography adventures, my wife returned the favor. She left me. All alone. With the kids. At the time, a 3 year old and a 1 year old. But while mom was taking a well-deserved break, I was ready to take on the challenge. When I’m in these 2-on-1 situations, I often take wildlife photos. One fine autumn day, I had a floordrop out on the front patio, set out some interesting toys, grabbed a bag of pretzels, and, with my camera in hand, waited. It didn’t take long for the action to begin. Our little one, Adelyn, started grimacing. The poop face. Nailed it. While I wasn’t paying attention, my eldest, Emerson, headed inside at some point during the photo shoot. A bit later the baby and I go in the house to grab a clean diaper and wipes. I check on Emmie. “Whatcha up to sweetheart?” The response: “Pooping.” Oh dear. Two messes to clean up now. Live in the moment I say. Take one at a time I tell myself.
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