I scheduled the kids to get some portraits taken today at the mall. I’ll skip to the end and tell you that we did get some really great pictures- and it’s a good thing we did because if I had nothing to show for this nightmare-of-a-morning, it might have gotten ugly. Todd and I got up with them kids around 8, got them dressed in their super cute, coordinating outfits, and gave them a light breakfast. All was going smoothly until Benjamin caught sight of the other shirt I was bringing for him to change into: his favorite new orange shirt (the child is addicted to all things orange). He immediately demanded the orange shirt, and when I did not comply he proceeded to throw a 20 minute meltdown, which is always convenient when you are trying to get out the door.
I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want to let him think that throwing a tantrum is the way to get what you want. But I was starting to fear that he was crying so hard he would throw up, and I didn’t want that. I let him change his shirt, thinking I could try to get him to switch back once we got there. We go out into the garage to get the kids in their seats- and lo and behold, there is a seat missing that Todd took out a few days ago when he was planning on picking up some mulch with the van, but forgot to put back. At this point, we are running just on time. I didn’t plan for this type of mishap- the kids are in their carseats (except Ben, who was exploring the garage), and the potty-clock is ticking. They are newly potty trained so we need to get them on a potty every hour or so, and it takes 30 minutes to get to the mall.
Of course, the carseat doesn’t want to go in correctly. It was way too loose, and we were having a heck of a time getting it tight. We took turns trying to get it clicked in correctly, both sweating profusely while the kids are getting antsy, they are more than ready to go “bye-bye”. Finally, about 20 minutes later, we finally got it in and hit the road. I call the portrait place and say we are running late. They say no problem. Phew.
We arrive at the mall, and as we are pulling into the parking lot, Lily starts throwing up. At first just a little… then, her entire breakfast. (*gag*) It came out of nowhere- she was fine all morning, no temperature, so I am thinking she was just carsick. We quickly pull into a spot, get her out and strip her down. She was a little trooper and barely cried, she just wanted us to clean her off! We got her cleaned up, did our best to forget about the fact that her pukey carseat was going to fester in the heat of the van for an hour or two, and headed inside. My fantasy of coordinating outfits is a thing of the past.
We get inside, and luckily the photographers are very understanding. There’s a mom of newborn twins in the waiting area, taking in the scene as my crazy toddlers explored their new surroundings. We were taken back to a shooting area, which was luckily right next to the bathroom, so we were able to take all three kids the potty- no accidents. Twin mom is situated next to us. They are doing all those cute little newborn poses, all swaddled up in crocheted blankets. Next door, my kids are chasing each other around the back of the white screen and refusing to stand still for more than .6 seconds. Todd and I were doing our best to make them stop and smile, but it really wasn’t working. Thankfully, our photographer was amazingly patient, and kept shooting even when I was more than ready to throw in the towel. We couldn’t get all three kids to sit down next to each other at all, much less smile. I thought we got a few cute individual shots, but I was too busy trying to keep my kids from running away to really know how it was going. They just love to run off.. it’s really quite frustrating. Twin mom and dad are now laughing at us in the booth next to us. I am “that mom” and say to them… just you wait, with a grin.
Ben provided us a little comic relief, albeit at the expense of our extremely patient photographer when he ran up behind her while she was bending over to take a photo, and stuck his finger down her butt crack. Awesome. All I could do was laugh and apologize. The kids is a fan of any type of cleavage. By the time we were done, the adults were all sweating, the kids were tired and hungry, and I had no idea if we even had any good shots. We decided to go get lunch in the food court while the pictures were processed.
We went to Johnny Rockets, and wolfed down some sandwiches while trying to keep the kids from rolling around on the floor. I have figured out that sitting in a booth is the best way to do it they can’t escape as easily. Back to the portrait place, and the pictures are *almost* ready. But the kiddos are getting antsy.. we wait just long enough to see them, but realize we can’t possibly make a decision as to which ones we want while the kids are with us. We have an appointment at 2, so we have to get going and decide to come back later after our appointment.
Get home, drop off the kids with Ploy.
Go to appointment. Grab dinner while we have a little free time.
Pick up photos. We only got one decent shot of them together, but got some great individuals.
Home for bath and bedtime.
Family, I have some great photos of the kids coming your way soon. I would love to have posted them here but I didn’t get digital images, and my scanner isn’t working.
So there you have it.
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