It’s been a rough couple of days. I’m overdoing it a bit too often. I keep forgetting that I had pretty major surgery less than two weeks ago. I just can’t seem to stop myself from break-dancing, weight lifting and skydiving. I guess, as the old saying goes, “you can lead a whore to culture, but you can’t make her think.” Will I ever learn?
So, today, I don’t know what I was thinking. I took two very small children to the Target Photography studio today to have portraits made. Guess how it went, between the floppy 12 day old and the cranky 2 year old… I just wanted some good pictures of the new baby and a festive shot of the girls to slip in some Christmas cards. Perhaps I’ve been hitting the painkillers too much, but it seemed like a good idea a the time.
It started out well enough. The children were cute, clean and presentable. (I’m pretty happy the kids are cute to begin with. As my friend Bambi pointed out to me once, the photographer can only do so much to make pretty pictures of homely children… At the time, she was powerfully proud of having the prettiest baby in the waiting room.) But, these days, Eleanor’s cuteness only lasts so long, and it seems her patience runs out about the same time as her stomach hits empty. After 10 minutes, Eleanor was over the experience, and wanted the cookie she was promised.
That would have been OK if we had gotten a decent shot of Eleanor AND Saralyn together BEFORE those 10 minutes were up. Eleanor was excited to hold Saralyn, but she sadly chose a choke hold as her preferred pose. Saralyn, of course, started to cry every time Elly got her mitts on her. We only got ONE picture where the kids are together, but aren’t crying. Neither look cute, mostly they look… annoyed.
So, Elly got sent to grandma quarantine while we worked on the little one’s picture.
Of course, one is unlikely to find a photographer at a discount store that is of the quality of Anne Geddes or Annie Leibovitz, and I know that not every shot can be a winner, but even I can get more than acceptable two photos from a session of 26 pictures. Saralyn is floppy and all, but after the third picture where we’re searchin’ for her brains by lookin’ up her nose, it’s, like, Dude! Change the kid’s position, Move the camera up, SOMETHING!
We took this great crocheted pillow with us that matched Saralyn’s outfit, white with pink edges. We propped this pillow in all the pictures, and the photographer didn’t get it in a SINGLE shot. I know it’s not about the pillow, but why tell us we can bring a special prop along if you aren’t going to use it?
Needless to say, we only ordered six sheets. We’ll try again in a month or two, and we will get a family portrait then, too.
Speaking of overdoing it, I need to get a move on and take both girls to the doctor’s for more shots. These are the ones that come with a needle and life long protection from nasty germs of many nations… Poor little kids. They have been pushed and brushed and scrubbed all day today. And still, I am the one overdoing it. I will never learn.