Tony and I really loved dating. That is why we got married, after all: we really enjoyed dating each other. For years after we wed, we continued to go on dates. Then came the children. We’ve thought of going on dates, and haven’t really found the time. In fact, just before Saralyn was born, we went out on a date and realized that we’d somewhat forgotten how to do it. We’ve not been on a real date in a long time.
And as of last night, the meaning of date night changed. Eleanor had a play date with her friend Sienna. Sienna’s mommy Laura and I planned for the girls to have a mini-Halloween party where the kids would enjoy some fun together and watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. We made pizza, and the girls got to make their own mini pizzas, we had root beer and popcorn. We did a practice trick-or-treat, and it was great. Mommies and Daddies had a good time telling jokes and laughing at little girls. Wonderdful. It felt like this is what we should do every Friday.
Earlier in the day, I wasn’t sure that Eleanor was going to make it to her Halloween date. Bambi and I took the girls to Dim Sum for brunch. Eleanor enjoyed herself and Saralyn ate LIKE. A. PIG. Then we went over to the Target Photo Studio to for the Halloween Photo Shoot. Saralyn was a pro, but Eleanor took an instant dislike to the photography process. She wouldn’t smile, stand up straight, hold her sister, stand, sit or kneel where she was told. In short, she was a BRAT. Crying, kicking, pouting and fussing like a spoiled supermodel. With out any of the modeling. We told her that she could have a cookie if she behaved, but in the end, I was down to threatening her with crust of bread. While we were waiting for the photos to be loaded so we could select our prints, Eleanor was put with her nose in a corner and told she was headed for a spanking if she so much as moved. I cooled off after a few minutes (and I had so many minutes while waiting for the Photographer to stop making those stoopid composite shots. I never want those. I’ll speak up about that next time.) I walked Elly around and pointed out the sample photos on the wall. “This little girl stood still, so she had a pretty picture make. This little boy sat up straight, and he looks so cute in his picture. This girl smiled and looked at the camera, she looks so happy and made a great picture.” Of the 9 poses we bought, 6 of them were of Saralyn. The baby got a special sitting that involved a birthday theme and a cup cake. What. A. Mess. Eleanor’s pictures were marginally good at best. I am so mad at her for being bratty as I wanted a good picture of the girls in their costumes together. I’m going to make her practice with me every day this month so when we go back for Christmas Photos, it will be a better experience. I also think that seeing that Saralyn got more pictures, not to mention a good girl cup cake, will be more of a teacher than I can be. Eleanor HATES it when Saralyn gets more attention.
How do you deal with photos? Do you think going to the photo studio is fun, or a pain in the bumbum?
Well, I’ve got a date with my girls at the library!