I must confess, this is a photo of one of my children. My mother HATES this picture (not the kid, just the picture). I remember when she first saw it she said, “Why would you take a picture of him screaming? It’s so sad.”

Why not? Babies spend so much time crying, that I think every parent should have one photo in the archives to show the child once he’s grown. Because, sure, I have thousands of pictures of all the happy moments, but this is real life in all it’s reality. And I can still remember how he sounded and how only I could make that face go away.

Some other, less than thrilling moments, worth capturing:
The tears and skinned knees of the first bike fall.
A face covered in chicken pox.
The casted kid and the culprit (i.e. on the bed, with the skateboard)

Too mean? Do you take pictures of your children on their worst days too?