How to perserve these precious childhood moments??
How does anyone ever take a good family picture?
We had this credit won from some silent auction or something so we decided we’d clean everyone up and go take a nice family portrait. I scheduled it for 11, NOT 10, giving us plenty of time to pull it together in the morning. This left plenty of time for the twins to push each other’s buttons beyond all belief—both of them alternating between snaking the other one’s toy and running off, and throwing themselves on the floor in hysterics.
Meanwhile I was trying to reason with the almost four year old that princess crowns and too-small dresses are NOT for family photos. Arguing with her over hairstyles. Doing the hair, trying to get dressed, hair is immediately undone.
Everyone to the car. Into the seats. Start the car. And for maybe the five zillionth time, my car battery is dead. This is because certain people who are almost four continue to turn the interior lights on when I’m not looking and leave them on. GRR. And the keys also might, maybe, have been in it. (Note to all potential car thieves, I’m NEVER leaving them in the car again).
So there I am late as usual in my somewhat nice outfit and heels trying to un “Latch” 3 seats that are comfortably ensconced in my SUV (read: stuck in 6 months worth of food and dried up juiceboxes) and we’re shoving them into the backseat of “Daddy’s Noo Car”.
All they way to the studio they’re singing a happy song about being in “Daddy’s Noo Car” and even dancing to Bruce Springstein. A festival of joy. We get to the studio and…literally…the photographer asks me “Are those twins depressed”? Wouldn’t smile, wouldn’t sit. GRR. I’m trying to think of anything to make them smile (while the photographer said “Don’t antagonize them” which antagonized ME) and I’m saying Elmo! Monkey! We went to the beach! And…even, “We yell yay when we go on the potty!” WHAT?
So thank God the sitting was free because there might be a usable print of my husband, MAYBE, but that’s it and then off we go on our way home with everyone sucking lolli’s (given to them for bad behavior? By the photographer) and my husband bellowing “Don’t stick the sticks to my car—this isn’t mommy’s car” by which I mean, I assume he won’t be eating sprinkled donuts and leaving droppings from here to creation. Oh and everyone was LAUGHING and SMILING and having a blast (no cameras were in sight).
We got home and I vaccumed up 6 months of disgustingness from the seats, re-installed the carseats, and thus a one hour photo shoot turned into 3 hours of annoyingness…
Being a mom is just all glam.