This is the face that just kills me inside. The face that means hurt feelings.
Any of my children can do this to me and it absolutely guilts me.
Early last Saturday morning we had gone to the baseball field for pictures. Individual pictures and team pictures.
Lenny is coaching the twins team; as Nick, Luke and Lenny gathered in line, Matthew wanted to as well.
Matthew patiently waited for his picture with the bat just like everyone else. Momma’s camera just was not going to do the trick.
He was so sad when he did not get his picture made.
Momma Bear actually stood there for a moment wondering if it would be ok to ask the photographer for just one quick picture. Just let him stand on that stool too for a second.
One little bitty shot.
Matthew was clearly sad.
Daddy tried to explain.
With arms folded, pouty lip in place and mad eyebrows to boot, Matthew just did not understand.
That face melts me.
No worries. Pouty face disappeared once the group pictures came along.
His yellow stripe shirt is not very incognito is it?
Matthew, I adore you.