Why are you taking a picture of THAT?!

my Grandma just sent me a few pics from our trip to Rome. (most of the photographic evidence is still locked in the dr. cuz's camera, awaiting release. hint hint.) I was highly amused that two of the pics were of my backside. One of them I tried to turn around and smile for, and she very politely told me she didn't want to see my face, she wanted to remember how I'd wrapped the boy so she could show her friends the "new" way to carry babies. heh.

I brought my camera along on this trip too, but like Grandma, didn't find many opportunities to use it. Self-same dr. cuz has a much nicer camera, and was taking the same pictures I would have taken, so I saved myself the hassle. She was gracious enough to take a few shots for me that she may not have thought of on her own, but drew the line when we got to the Sistine Chapel. My first words: "hey, look at the floor! that is so cool! Those are quilt patterns! Take a picture!" were met with a look. You know the one, mountain family. So I had to make do with my point-and-click olympus. After all, my mother never would have forgiven me for not documenting these. you know, for inspiration. or something. the color and clarity are all wacky because with a bazillion people in one room and low lights and no flash allowed, it's hard to get a clear shot of the floor. It's also hard when you have a tot using you for balance as he oogles.