Ah, June. Where skies are clear (lol) and evenings are lazy (wut) and summer feels like it’s really here (OH STOP). And I will be found somewhere indoors or out, flinging sweets at two small boys and trying to make them smile simultaneously for a photo. Who was it who liked to believe six impossible things before breakfast? In June I do that too, and all of them are versions of ‘I’m sure this Father’s Day photo will be done in one take’.
Oh, self, no. No, no, no [kindly shake of head].
This year I saw a brilliant idea on Pinterest, where you cut out a message on thick card, get your kids to hold it up in the sun and take a photo of the shadow (plus their adorable feet). An idea which did not involve them looking and smiling simultaneously. SIGN ME UP. Of course, I forgot that we live in England, truly the damp sock in the holey welly boot of Europe. It rained solidly all week, and we had to take advantage of a ten-minute interval of sunshine, twenty minutes past bedtime.
After a bit of this (classic ‘Teddeeeeee’ face from Hen here)
…we got this.
(This is what the card looks like, by the way, if you ever want to do something like this. I used a cheap craft knife to cut out the letters, and spent an embarrassingly long time working out that it needed to be upside down for the photo to work.)
However, because I couldn’t count on getting any sunshine at all, we needed an alternative. So the day before we’d gone off to the woods with signs, to have enriching conversations like this.
‘Alright, smile and hold up your sign! Hen. HEN. Stop talking with your mouth. Smile with your mouth.’
‘Ted, darling, hold up your sign. Up. Up near your face.’
‘No, not behind your face -‘
‘Ok, that’ll do, that’ll – Hen, nice smile now, please, a nice -‘
‘No, I don’t want to hear willy jokes. No willy jokes, PLEASE, no -‘
‘Defo wasn’t that funny.’
‘Ted, could you show me your sign, darling? Not so hard – oh, yes, broken, yes. Hang on -‘
‘Alright, one more time with the sign, eh?’ Stay there, though. Guys! GUYS. STAY THERE.’
Siiiiiigh. Got there in the end.
Now comes the part where I wait for that modelling gig to roll on happily into our laps.
Or maybe not.