Yes, Grandma's visit was fun, but sometimes it's the awkward moments, the crying, the screaming -- especially when it's captured on film -- that you look back on with the most laughs.
So here are a few outtakes from the past couple of weeks. (I wish I had that evil magic pen that Perez Hilton uses to write comments on his Hollywood victims, er, subjects. Instead, you'll have to suffer through good, old-fashioned captions.)
Take the above photo. High-noon temper tantrum at the Autry museum. Forget the tranquil-looking waterfall in the background, it's the raging stream of tears that makes this moment special.
And I've never wanted Botox in my life ... until I saw the Royal Gorge of a crevasse between my eyes in this pic. You could seriously send burros down that thing like they do in the Grand Canyon. Is there a needle big enough, a face cream strong enough?
Vain? Maybe. But I'm reminded of something my friend from work Vanessa came up with at her Little Gray Pixel blog. Vanity = sanity.
I call this the spit-take. My mom was gargling in an effort to fend off any unwanted germs, and C wanted in on the action, too. You should've heard the noise that came out of my baby's mouth just before she spit God-knows-what into the sink.
New Year's Eve tantrum. Trying to smile through the pain. This was just before Ian and I went to the Dresden. What about my vodka martini, Mamma?!, I imagine her screaming, in bunny slippers, no less. ... God, I hope she never screams that.