All-American Baby Boy

I could have titled this post, "This is why you need a good zoom lens".

Because if you really want to capture what your kiddos are up to and you're 7 months pregnant and sitting on the deck sipping lemonade and wondering how on earth you're gonna make it to your delivery date and have no intention whatsoever of moving from the current spot you're in no matter how numb your booty gets, then you need a good zoom lens.

(Even if you aren't 7 months pregnant and fat and happy and loungin' on the deck with no intentions of moving - if you really want to capture candid shots of your kids doing what they do when they don't know you're watching them - then you need a good zoom lens. I wrote about the lens (and my other photography equipment) that I use here - an all-purpose high power zoom lens that allows me to capture them up close one moment, and far, far away the next.)

If you use a point and shoot camera, then I can't stress enough how making the investment into a Digital SLR will change what kinds of pictures you can take. YES, it's expensive - but it's worth every penny, and worth saving for!

SO, with my zoom lens in hand, this is how it went down across the lawn last Saturday.

"NO, NO, Lincoln. This isn't for babies."

And with that atrocity, Lincoln stole Max's ball at the first available opportunity and threw it into a bush. (I had to put my camera down. I was laughing so hard. Payback's a killer.)

Having successfully gotten his revenge, Lincoln found the one person on earth who would never tell him his cousin's new t-ball set wasn't for babies.

The person he trusts more than even his Momma.

And, he listened and learned.

A few moments later, or more appropriately, a few glasses of lemonade later, my baby set out to prove that he, well, BY GOLLY isn't gonna be told he's a baby anymore.

With my zoom lens in hand, still sitting in the same spot on the deck I'd been since we arrived, I captured my All-American baby big boy prove to the world that he is, in fact, NOT a baby.

He set 'er up.

Choked up on the bat.

Kept his eye on the ball.

And, knocked it out of the park.

PSHAW! Who you callin' a baby now?