Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I was going over old photos last week and chuckling at the progression of our family photos. For instance, lets start with this gem, a classic illustration of the old school "look really formal" portrait. It cracks me up so much - my little popped foot (am I dressed in a curtain?), Jana's sassy hand on her hip, my brother looking like a boy who is dying to get out of the awkward clothes, and then my baby sister Joy. Words cannot describe how much I love Joy in this picture. She was one of the cutest toddlers but her face in this picture is pretty much hysterical. Oh, and Isaac says my dad looks like the guy off of Family Ties.
Then you have the look-at-our-exotic-life-overseas family portrait. I must say, I like it MUCH more than the first one, which just goes to show how much my love of the exotic and informal has taken over all of the traditionally American part of my upbringing. Most of our family photos overseas don't really reveal how much whinging went on by us kids over having to pose for photos. I think I generally had a bad attitude about them until college.
However, family portraits changed when us kids got old enough to influence the process. Or shall we say... preempt the process.
That one was taken with my parents completely unaware of the silent agreement for sabotage that had taken place behind them. They didn't find out until the photos were printed. Needless to say, all of us kids love it.
We did get old enough to behave ourselves, though, and family pictures these days are generally a less painful experience than it was when we were small and half of us pouted through the whole experience. I think we shaped up all right in the end! Can I just say how much more I like our big happy casual family than our prim and average sized family in the first photo?