Picture this!

This is proof that I did hold up my end of the bargain with my folks to take my picture. Like I said, the poses I had and smile originally was much better than this, but this is what happens when the photographer misses his window of opportunity – it’s all about timing. Instead of getting the whole big “cheese” smile, he got something more like the Mona Lisa – not bad company if you ask millions of art scholars and fans.

Anyway, this may not land me a toothpaste commercial or anything, but my folks sure are proud of me for getting up there and taking my picture. I was nervous, but I was still brave enough to do it….for a price that is – show me the money toys!

 

YES, I DID!!

So all of those hanging in suspense as to whether I would take a picture on picture day at school Friday – the answer is an emphatic YES!

I had been telling my mommy and daddy all week that they needed to make sure I looked handsome for my picture Friday, but not sure they believed I would go through with it since I’ve said that before and not followed through. This time, however, they upped their incentive – no limit Toys R Us trip for all little boys named Parker who not only took a picture, but smiled – that’s where I come in. I got up there and smiled my little rear end off. I was thinking a more candid smile, but they wanted something more posed so I rolled with whatever they said to hold up my end of the bargain so I could get paid. Keep in mind, my folks were willing to resort to bribery because I have only taken my picture professionally since my one year old pictures unless you count the one where I barely looked up and kept my hat on.  So this way, everyone gets what they want – win/win.

I’ll post the pics when I get them so stay tuned.

Picture this!

So you guys always see all these pictures of me on my blog. I’m usually pretty laid back when it comes to photos, although at times I can get to the point where enough is enough and I go a bit crazy – not Sean Penn attacking a photographer crazy, but pretty grouchy. Formal picture taking is a whole different story. I am not such a big fan as you will see…

When I was 1 – I cried.

When I was 2 – I not only cried with Santa, but was trying to grab onto anything that would get me out of there – in the middle of the busy mall.

When I was 3 – I didn’t cry, but I sure wasn’t happy and I sure wasn’t going to cooperate and smile.

“I don’t scratch my head unless it itches and I don’t dance unless I hear some music – I will not be intimidated.” Denzel Washington – Remember the Titans

Ok - I'll take the hat off, BUT I AIN'T SMILING

So now I’m 4 and picture day was the other day at school. You’d think they would learn (insanity = doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result). Well the result was a little different – I didn’t cry. As a matter of fact, I didn’t do anything – that includes take the picture.

I’m starting to come into my own and realize that I have choices. I may not always know the consequences of my choices, but I think I pretty much have it figured out – I can flat out refuse to do something and in all reality, there isn’t anything anyone can do that I won’t get over. Put me in time out – I may not like it – I may cry a little bit, but sooner or later I will forget about it and so will you and we’ll be all about playing again. My folks have chosen not to beat me and the school sure can’t lay a hand on me, so I don’t risk physical harm by making a stand and not doing something. I feel as if I have discovered my super hero power or something. Should I use this power for good or for evil (said in my best Dr. Evil voice).

P-out!

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