Picture Perfect

I was looking through an album of pictures that I had made my mom for Christmas last year and noticed something. Abby doesn't have a mommy. I remember buying that album, it held 200 pictures. It is full of photos of Abby playing in the snow, frolicking in the pool, going to school and so on. There are pictures of her and Tim at the zoo, her and Tim in the pool, her and Tim playing games and doing puzzles. There are 7 pictures of her with me, and 4 of them are family pictures of her and Tim and I. The other 3 are of me not looking at the camera, or me talking to whoever (Tim) taking the picture. Why does this make me so sad?

It makes me really angry that there are no pictures of me with my kids. I worry about the day that they go to look back on their childhood and see pictures of them with their dad doing all kinds of fun stuff and they will be left to think of me as a deadbeat. True, there has to be someone behind the camera to capture those good memories, but why is that NEVER Tim? When I said something about this at the world's weirdest barbecue (details later) no one really said anything, but I think Tim kind of got the hint, How I know he got the hint was by this:

Yes, it is a cute moment where Abby and I are baking cookies, but could he have done a little better? Could he have maybe zoomed in a little? Told us to look at the camera? I mean, really is that the best he can do? WHen I take pictures they look more like this:

How is that fair?

Am I a whiner for being so worked up about this?