We have had a tremendous response to our “don’t-get-mad-get-the-camera” promotion. Thanks to all who have shared their thoughts and provided submissions. “Don’t get mad. Get the camera!” is helping many of us keep perspective in those unexpected moments of childhood explorations that leave us with the choice to laugh or cry. We have appreciated hearing from so many of you and learning about how potentially disastrous experiences have led to laughs and enduring connections.
We randomly selected five submissions to receive a one-year gift subscription to Seeing the Everyday magazine. The winning entries are included here – we hope you enjoy them as we have, and thank you all for your participation. Perhaps we will more frequently say, “Don’t get mad. Get the camera!”
Winning Submissions: Text and Images
Jennifer Lambert /
My little budding make-up artist got mommy’s expensive lipstick and covered her entire face, plus a big portion of the carpet.
Emily Russ /
We were driving to Vermont to go camping over the 4th of July. The babies had finally fallen asleep, and we were driving along quietly. Johnny and I were talking, and I said, “I can smell peanut butter… that’s weird.” About a minute later I realized that I had set the basket full of our camping food on the back seat next to Lila. I turned around to find this…
We pulled over at the next gas station, and I took her into the bathroom to try and clean her up a little. Luckily there was a shower in there so I stripped her down and scrubbed. I don’t think we’ll ever quite get the peanut butter smell out of her car seat though.
Alan Soelberg /
Good thing she is so cute. Don’t Get Mad. Get the Camera!
Jamie Gewand /
My 3-year-old, Ava, was tired of her little sister climbing onto the table to dip her fingers into Ava’s yogurt – so she dumped some of the yogurt onto her sister’s head. As you can see by the look on her face, I grabbed the camera but was not letting them see my amusement!!
Laura Nelson /
This photo was taken one day when my husband and I were gathering up our children to take a meal to friends who had just returned from adopting two children in Russia. I had the baby, but couldn’t find the boys, who were 3 and 2, when I realized they were in their room with the lights off. I opened the door, was overwhelmed with the smell of baby powder, and flicked on the lights. Through the haze of white powder, I saw my boys like this…