Mamarazzi? Who me?

Yes,my friends,(a la McCain), there is a such a phase in a mom's life when they become a part of a pack of women they never thought they would become a member of and that group is called the "mamarazzi". Today, I was at the pumpkin patch with my ds(dear son) and my dh (damn, oh I meant dear husband) and I had my camera glued to my hands and just kept clicking, as if Britney was shaving her head. I was making myself sick. And then it occurred to me that I was morphing into one of those moms who thinks she is Annie Leibovitz or Herb Ritts. It was funny, but I am without a doubt a member of the "mamarazzi" and I've got a million pictures of my little guy to prove it. Why a million pictures? Who knows? Who really cares? Who knows? One day, when my munchkin is going through all of my stuff,he too, will ask, "Why the f*** are there so many pictures of me with pumpkins?"