When you have a baby, you’re obligated to photograph and/or video record every FIRST. The first time your baby eats, first holidays, first birthdays, first poo (I'm sure SOMEONE takes a picture of that!) etc… This weekend Baby Wright got to experience his first Easter. Cameras and videocameras were at the ready.

My wife bought him an Easter basket and filled it with some non-candy items including a set of Winnie the Pooh pacifiers (big with the raver set), a Winnie the Pooh ball and a stuffed bunny toy. Given his love for the Giant Blue Ball that mommy got him a few weeks ago, which he walks around the house lifting over his head like a giant globe, you can guess which item he went straight forward. His eyes lit up and a huge grin spread across his face as he grabbed the ball.

And my wife was catching every moment for digital posterity as I attempted to get a good photo. Pictures and video which will forever be reminders of Baby's first Easter.

Of course, taking a picture of a baby is easier said than done.

Sure, they’ll pose, making the cutest or funniest faces you’ve ever seen. Faces that would make GREAT pictures… if the sound of a camera snapping a pic didn't cause their eyes to squeeze shut and their faces to contort like zombies.

So, after I got everything situated just right, for the all important Official Easter Shot, the psychotic cats decide to walk by, as if to say, "LOOK AT OUR GLORIOUS ASSES, MARVEL AT THEM, PHOTOGRAPH THEM FOR POSTERITY! HERE, LET'S SHOVE THEM IN FRONT OF THE BABY!"

“F’ing cats!” I said. Of course, I didn’t say “F” but the actual word, which is now forever digitized in the form of Baby Wright’s First Easter Video!

My wife was NOT happy. She gave me that look she gives when I do something she cannot possibly comprehend I just did. As if to ask herself, WHO DID I MARRY?!

I mimed a quick, ‘I’m sorry’ and couldn’t help but laugh a bit. I couldn’t believe I screwed up the Easter video. Me laughing was not the right response, of course, which only made me laugh harder.

I managed to stifled the laughter long enough to set up for a shot, when Psycho Orange Cat decided to start a fight with the other Psycho Cat.

“F’ing cat!” I said, AGAIN.

Labels: baby stuff, clueless dad