One-Year-Old Photo Shoot: Brought To You By Lies, Lies, And More Lies

One of my favorite gifts that we received before Asher was born was a set of twelve onesies, each emblazoned with a numbered month for Asher's first year.  Included with the onesies was a pre-made scrapbook, designed so that all I needed to do was take a photo of Asher each month in his corresponding onesie and then paste the photo onto a page in the book.

It was beautiful!  It was awesome!  It had one tragic flaw.

It relied on me to take the photos at the right time.

We started off pretty well.  The first few months we either took the photos on the actual monthly anniversary day or pretty darn close.  But after that, we slowly got less... precise.  By the end of the year, we considered ourselves successful if we simply took the photo within the right month.  And, yes, the very last day counts as "within."

Then Asher turned one.  And we only had one photo left to take!  And we promptly dropped the ball in spectacular fashion just for old time's sake.

Determined not to let all our effort from the previous year go to waste (taking 11 photos is rough, people!), I did my best to catch that one last photo today.  Today, when Asher is 14 months and 8 days old.  (We're only a little late, right?  I mean, if someone asked, we'd say he was a year old - so this still qualifies, right?)

Whatever.  In addition to being too lazy and/or unorganized to take the photos on time, I am also too lazy to choose just one or two for you today.  So, enjoy the smorgasbord of photo quality that is a "photo shoot" of a one-year-old (wink, wink) by a completely unskilled photographer with an average camera but a SPECTACULARLY cute kid.