The process of taking a picture.

When Aden doesn't want to be held, he doesn't want to be held. Flat out.

I try to take a picture of us once a week (typically the one day a week I decide to put on make up and my hair isn't pulled back in a mom bun or covered in drool, fecal matter, and food) and usually it fails miserably.

First, he flails his body around and tries to get down. Like this:

Then, he cries. Like this:

Next, he gets offended.

As a last resort, he fake cries.

Finally, he gives an awkward fake smile while trying to leap from my arms.

And then I give up.

Yaaaaay 2 year olds!