I actually don't think you can call boys "kindred spirits," but I had to put that in the title since this post kinda goes together with the last one.
Max's contingent of our family friends who came to visit (see last post) along with his other friends weren't begging for any photo shoots (can you believe it? :)
But I did get to be one of the chaperones for the dance they went to.
It was Max's first dance (you can't go 'til you are fourteen) and boy howdy was he ever cracking me up with how excited he was. I think it's safe to say he is a little bit girl-crazy right now.
The thing I was personally excited about was that I think he wanted me there. I mean, I could be wrong, but he did ask me quite a few times to see if I was coming, with a smile stretched across his face. He may not have been quite as excited to see me lugging my camera in though (I know, embarrassing, right? But I couldn't help it.)
I completely recognized for the first time some serious limitations on having a camera with no flash: It doesn't shoot too hot in a dark gym. Darn it. But here are the blurry ones I got at a 25600 ISO:At first I tried to be incognito as I watched everything from afar.
I attached my telephoto lens and tried to snap away.
But after I while I got frustrated and threw my cautiousness to the wind. I finally just told a few of the boys to go ahead and pose for me in mid-flirt-with-the-girls mode.They very graciously complied.
Then I got really daring and even took a picture of Max with a cute girl he asked to dance.
I think he still loves me despite that little incident :)
Have I mentioned how much I love having a teen-ager? (And another one in a couple weeks...)
I do. I love it forever.
That is, until the attitude starts up in full force. Then I don't love it so much. But I love who these children are becoming. They make me happy.