Despite having what appears to be 690,937,124 photos of Ethan, I’m hardly in any of them. My husband is of the kind who prefers to live the moment vs. capture it. Well, good for freaking him.

When he’s old, senile and gray, he’ll have the luxury of reflecting on years and years of beautiful memories shared between him and his son. Ethan will look back and think, “wow, dad and I had some good times.” They’ll have this special bond, rooted in experiences they’ll be able to recount and relive — all because mom took pictures!

Great. Just great.

On the plus side, any photo that I do have with Ethan, is one that I’ve made happen. Meaning, I look at my husband and say, “take a picture now.” The benefit to this is that I ensure I’m somewhat presentable. So 10-15 years down the road, when I’ve completely traded in keeping up appearances for “I don’t give two Fs”, Ethan will see the eight photos he has with his mom from back in the day and think, “I guess she wasn’t always a loser.” Here’s hoping.