Six month pictures for Soren yesterday. That was a very long two hours.
(Not counting the hour and a half drive from my house to the studio.)
My serious son didn’t smile much. Every time I caught his attention and
got him to smile, the photographer said “There we go!” and he would
immediately jerk his head toward her with a perplexed look. Bye-bye,
I had dressed the girls and Soren in white shirts and khaki shorts (all
I could find to match the 3) and we tried getting a picture of the
three of them. Jireh was her usual recalcitrant self. Soren had about
had it with posing. Miriam was the most cooperative of all. That is,
until Jireh started sitting in the right spot and smiling. Then Miriam
went into passive resistance mode, wouldn’t hold the baby, and lay
backwards with her arms stretched out. Figures.
Then since I was already out that way and we knew some people who had
just moved to town (the ones with twin girls and another girl) and so I
gave them a call and we headed over there to say hello for a couple of
hours. I had, unfortunately, told the kids we were going to a Chick Fil
A playplace (which was my original plan) and they didn’t forget
the promise of a slide. As soon as we left that apartment I had to hear
“Mommy, I want slide!” So I thought, well, I’m almost to my in law’s
house, and they have a playground, at least I can relax there and
So we headed over there and spent the rest of the evening. In laws
weren’t home for dinner so I got takeout and the bonus was, Gilmore
Girls was on (I never get to watch the new episodes, because I don’t
have TV, I just get the series on DVD). So I stayed and watched that
and then we headed home.
Today, I get to straighten up the aftereffects of rushing-out-of-the-house yesterday.