Oh my goodness, we have had quite a time getting those Christmas pictures taken ( I hope the Grandmas will be happy). Thanks again to my hubby for taking off work early to help out with the crazy kiddos, there is no way I would have survived the task on my own. I do have to say that our photographer was great and very patient.
Where to start… Dylan (who hasn’t spit up in months) went through a change of clothes before we left the house, so we dressed him with the plan of changing him as soon as we arrived. We got Thade dressed in a nice white shirt, and we quickly got the kids in the car before Thade had an opportunity to spill anything on his shirt. He loved his shirt and called it his “handsome shirt”.
James took Thade and we signed in at the Photography studio, I took Dylan for a change of clothes. I got Dylan onto the changing table, and he started screaming at the top of his lungs. He was so loud that the boys could hear him on the other side of the store. Dry pants, cute clothes, a few cuddles, and he was calmed down and we were good to go.
Thade was happy too, he was playing and ready for pictures. Then the dreaded photography table made an appearance and Thade completely lost it. James was holding Dylan, and Thade was clinging to me for dear life. My first attempt at placing him on the table resulted in two little fists digging their little sharp claws into my neck with all of their might. Wow I’m going to have quite a bruise tomorrow. Finally we got him on the table, I still have no idea how, and he wasn’t happy. Then it was Dylan’s turn to sit on the table of doom, he was o.k. at first. All quickly changed, he screamed and cried when the first bulb flashed, and there were so many pictures left to take.
Both of the kids were not happy, but we all worked together to get the pictures taken. They turned out really cute, even though it was a hard hour of screaming and crying kiddos. We even saw a few pictures where Thade actually smiled, but not Dylan he is way too serious. Next year I’m thinking about staying home and taking their picture in front of the tree and calling it good 😉
Oh my gosh, sounds like quite the ordeal but I did giggle a bit. It’s one of those stories you’ll cherish as they get older and won’t let you take their pictures anymore. That’s what I tell myself when stuff like that happens here, anyway LOL.
Thanks Susan 😉 The boys were so crazy, and some of the out-take pictures were so funny. The photographer snapped one where they were both screaming their heads off. We were all laughing about that one.