Who knew picture day would be so stressful? Apparently Kyle did b/c on his way out to work this morning he gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "try not to stress too much about the pictures...". Was I supposed to be stressed? I guess Kyle picked up on the fact that this weekend I couldn't find the specific outfit I was looking for John to wear and brought it up about 5 times yesterday--a little clue of my temporary insanity? maybe.
As Kyle can attest, I tend to estimate poorly in regards to time. Specifically when it comes to determining how long it takes me to get ready to go somewhere. Of course today was no exception. Despite the fact I was up at 7 AM, at 9 AM I realized I was cutting it close for our 10 AM appointment. I decided to wear all white in case I wanted to take a picture with John. I bust out my white pants. This is a big deal. These white pants have a story so I'll digress here: I bought them 3 years ago at Banana Republic because they were fabulous and they were on sale for $33. "I love these white pants and because I am bold and fearless I will wear them", I said to myself. 1 year later the white pants still had the price tag on. I schlepped them to Philaldelphia "I will wear white pants in Philadelphia". Never did. I schlepped them to New York last summer "I will wear white pants in New York". Never did. I schlepped them BACK to Houston still with the price tags on them. "I will certainly wear these pants in Houston". I've been dragging around these white pants for the past 3 years, afraid to put them on for fear I will get them dirty. What a horrible way to live! Eat off your fine china & wear white pants, for goodness sake! Live a little. So today for my baby's 3 month pictures I finally cut the tags off my precious white pants.
Anyways, we started the pictures. John was all smiles. We were about to do a wardrobe change and noticed he had a poopy explosion and totally ruined his little outfit. Oh well, at least we were finished with that picture sequence. And thank heavens no poop got on me or my white pants! So we took more pictures and 15 minutes into this photo shoot I realized I left the Aggie outfit in the car. Dang it! My mom runs to the car to retreive it and I am just hoping John maintains his composure until she returns with the outfit. At this point John starts to lose it and descends into his bizarre "grampy face" as we call it. He purses his lips all weird and looks like a grandpa with his dentures out. Not what you want for your pictures. In addition to the grampy face he starts to do his pulling up trick (as mentioned in the previous blog) which means his arms are steadfast in front of his face as he tries to pull up from the position he's in....grampy face, pull ups....over and over....oh, brother. We spiraling downward. Fast. My mom finally comes back, we put him in the Aggie outfit and try to get at least one good picture in between grampy faces and fists in the face. When we're done I'm actually sweating from rolling around on the floor trying to make him smile at the end there. (after I recount the white pants story to my mom she points out that after 3 years of protecting my sacred white pants their inaugural debut has them rolling around on a dirty floor ---the things you do to make a baby smile).
So we're picking out pictures at the front desk and we hear the rumble of another poopy explosion coming down the pipes. Yes, 4 hours, 3 changes of clothes, 2 explosions, 1 exhausted baby, and zero stains on my white pants later we were out of the mall with great pictures in hand! Mission accomplished.
Click here for the pictures. (The grampy face can be seen on the second picture--with the black background)
2 comments:
We just love our little JT! I think he did well for his first professional photo session and I'm glad you decided to live it up in the white pants.
Please remember for the future, Kyle and his siblings are most likey scarred for life and terribly afraid of going to the picture place. "Let Phillip sit on your back for this picture. It will look soooo good. Why aren't you smiling (while Phillip has 2 handfulls of your hair)."
"Nowdays it is sit up, do whatever you mommy says, and keep smiling. We will be done fast." Survival mode to the extream.
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